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Death, death is a beautiful thing, it allows new beings to be born, death is needed and shall always be around... However there was one who tried to defy death, he сказал(-а) that it was not needed, that people could go on with out it, this mans name was Deluch ruler of a mighty kingdom off to the east. One of three greater kingdoms, but our story does not start there, no our story starts in another realm where everything is peaceful and death is accepted.

Beings of this realm know that death is a good thing, death paves way to new life, so why try to stop it? Maybe some people wish to live forever? или is it something else... Only the person who trys to defy death will know. This new realm where our story begins we'll call it Shale, within this wonderfully peaceful realm sits a town, not a large town, this town shall be called Lione. There are many strong beings here mostly humans but there are other beings known as Anthromorphs, they come in many different forms, some say they come from the wilds and some say they were simply here from the beginning .

Either way it's unknown where they come from even to themselves, in any case the town is like any other town in the realm they work and live their lifes, everything is quite peaceful humans and anthromorphs growing up and working together, one день there was new life being brought into this realm, it was a baby boy, smiling and giggling cheerfully, not once had they ever seen a baby come out giggling happily and smiling like this one, they called this boy Jonathan, the family he belonged to was a quiet family they did not speak much and always kept to themselves.

It was odd that they had such a happy baby boy seeing as they were quite depressed a majority of the time, everyone in the village was happy except for the parents. It wasn't surprising that they weren't happy but this depression wasn't natural, it made their eyes almost completely black and skin pale, their baby didn't take to it though, he was a happy baby, he kept smiling and giggling as if nothing was wrong. Life continued on as the boy's parents slowly got worse and worse at the age of four his parents wouldn't even come out of the house anymore, instead they would just lay around as if their souls had left their bodies.

Eventually around five years later his parents past away one morning while Jonathan was playing around town, Jonathan came back in from playing outside only to see a strange hooded figure standing over his parents bodies "Who are Ты mister?" Jonathan asked politely looking at his parents who lay lifeless on the floor, the hooded figure looked at Jonathan "You must be their child, come here little one." the hooded figure replied gesturing Jonathan to come here, Jonathan nodded and walked over to the hooded figure "Yes?" Jonathan stood at attention looking up at the tall being with out fear and with a smile on his face "Hmm, are Ты not afraid little one?" the being asked kneeling down on one knee.

Jonathan shook his head still smiling "No, not really mister." Jonathan replied looking over at his parents with a confused look on his face "You must be wondering what happened to them." the being stood up looking at the lifeless bodies that were Jonathans parents "Yes mister, what happened?" Jonathan replied looking back up at the being "Well Ты see young one their souls have left, they are no longer here." the being stated placing one hand on Jonathans shoulder "I don't get it, they look like they're sleeping mister." Jonathan replied still a bit confused "Once the soul leaves the body then the body returns to the earth, the soul blossoms into something beautiful then goes on to heaven where it can be free and live endlessly in eternal happiness, with out worry, with out fear, and with out pain, Ты see... what was your name little one?" the being asked "Oh, my name is Jonathan mister, what about you?" Jonathan replied with a smile slightly understanding what the being had told him.

The being laughed at Jonathans happy attitude "My name, it is something Ты wouldn't understand, but Ты can call me Joel, anyways..." the being pulled back his капот, худ to Показать that he was еще human then what he seemed to look like before "Jonathan, when the soul leaves the body it is a wonderful thing, it is beautiful and majestic, if only Ты could see it, however there are ones who would stop the soul from blossoming and take it for their own, torturing it, making it wither and die... it is my job to make sure that does not happen." Joel explained to Jonathan as Jonathan brought over some chairs so they could sit down "Thank Ты Jonathan, you're surprisingly kind to some one Ты don't know much about, I'm impressed." Joel smiled sitting down looking over at the огонь pit that still had some burning embers in it "Well mother and father always taught me to be nice to others, even if they were rude and un-kind to me, they were really good people." Jonathan replied smiling "Would Ты like something to drink Joel?" Jonathan asked politely but all Joel could do was sit there in amazement at Jonathans kind spirit "...yes that would be lovely Jonathan." Joel replied laughing.


As the two sat there talking Joel describe the wonders of the afterlife and where souls came from, where they go as well and how beautiful it is to see the soul blossom and flourish after death, Joel went on to explain how death was needed and how it paved way to new life because with the death of one body the life of another begins, after a while the embers in the огонь died out as Jonathan lit a candle "That's really interesting Joel!" Jonathan exclaimed rocking back in forth in his chair in excitement, Joel looked over at the огонь pit nodding "Yes, yes it is Jonathan, it's getting late though I fear it's time for me to go back, there are еще souls to protect and guide through to the afterlife." Joel replied smiling as he got up from his chair and headed towards the door, Jonathan nodded looking back over to where the bodies of his parents were, to his surprise they were gone, vanished into dust as if nothing happened "Wow..." Jonathan thought to himself as he got up beginning to clean, taking the dishes to the sink in the kitchen.
Me: okay i actually found this story in my local newspaer from 20 years back. And i'll put a symbol for town names. I don't want rapists или pheaodifiles coming to my town... okay lets begin. And i shall have to give some background history. Well at there was a renovation going on at $ which was between # and &, for an old mental asylum to be converted into a power house musuem. Anyway so this story takes place then. I think i'm not sure of dates.
$ was a small town, very small as in like only three -5 thousande people


okay so in Australia out in the country there was a young couple travelling...
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posted by Codby
This is what comes out me in class. When I should pay attention. ;)
Also some funny pictures.

He was crying. The tears weren’t coming fast, they were slow. So slow as a turtle.
They had only this time because when he steps out of this room he will be different, letting no еще tears fall. He looked her straight in the eyes. He was still crying but now there was огонь and ice in his eyes.

Fire so warm it could freeze every living thing.
Ice so cold that it could burn the whole world.

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Watch me. Ты will be surprised. I’m stronger and faster in many ways. And Ты haven’t...
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posted by liviabutterfly
Chapter [#2]

Narrators POV

An old man in a плащ walked into the neighborhood in which Olivia lived. Everyone stared at him as he walked around.

Olivia's POV

I smiled brightly as I dived into the ocean, "wait up!!!" Oliver laughed as my five brothers ran after me with surfboards, buggy boards, buckets for picking up sea shells, and dad brought out our special maid sandcastle buckets. They were big and made the best structures ever!!! Plus our family is known for our sand castles/structures. I smiled and dived down, feeling the salty cold water against my skin, it's the best feeling ever. When...
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    I walked for so long, looking for something, not knowing what that someone thing actually was. The sky bleeding with an оранжевый sunset as the sun moved ever so slowly below the horizon. I stopped in my tracks ans stared for a moment, than went back to searching for my mystery object. This was a great time to take in the woods which have always scared me. It wasn't bad walking through them. everything was оранжевый from the ending of summer. It was like walking in those stories Ты always hear about. Just then, a soft rustle in the bushes interrupted my thoughts. Not knowing...
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posted by BennieBear27
Chapter One

My alarm went off at 7:00 on the morning February 8th, 2017. I reluctantly sat up on the edge of my постель, кровати and yawned.

"Morning." I heard a voice say. My eyes were still closed.

"Luna?" I mumble. "That you?"

"Yep." I open my eyes to see Luna Middleton standing three feet diagonal from me.

I shared a room with her, her twin sister Kyla, and my brother Jacob. That's how everyone does here. Ты live with your twin and your SIDA partner.

"So, sleepy head." she smirked. "You gonna get up или what? If not, I'll eat your breakfast for you."

I don't reply and shake my head.

"Oh, come on!" Luna...
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Write hard and clear about what hurts.
-Ernest Hemingway

There is nothing to writing. All Ты do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.
-Ernest Hemingway

Everybody walks past a thousand story ideas every day. The good writers are the ones who see five или six of them. Most people don’t see any.
-Orson Scott Card

For me, Письмо is exploration; and most of the time, I’m surprised where the journey takes me.
-Jack Dann

The hardest thing about Письмо is writing.
-Nora Ephron

If a writer falls in Любовь with you, Ты can never die.
-Mik Everett

Don’t try to figure out what other people want to hear from...
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Prologue
The wind was howling like Волки in the night, and Will sat shivering in his post. The турель, башня, башенка on which he sat overlooked a tall rock ledge that sloped into the ocean.
“Why do I get this bloody post.” he сказал(-а) to himself. The air was so cold up there that it sank right into your bones. Even though Will had dressed as warmly as he could with a thick woolen cloak, he could still feel the icy fingers creeping up his back. The огонь in the brazier barely helped either.
“Nothing as always.” he сказал(-а) as he looked out to the edge of the sea. He had taken to talking to himself when he...
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I went back into the steamy kitchen. Chefs everywhere making different kinds of hamburgers. What am I doing in the hot kitchen? I'm grabbing plates of food. I'm a waitress at Reynolds Diner, a retro 50's diner. It's very popular, and always is busy. . . Like right now! It was hard getting this job, seeing as Ты have to be people friendly, make sure not to spill the food, and having a good memory.
"Excuse me miss, can I have a refill of Coke?" A lady asked me. I nodded my head, and smiled at her.
It was nice working here, seeing as I get paid a nice amount of money, and see a celebrity или a few....
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1 being the best 10 the worst
These Книги are great for summer Чтение I can honestly say that anyone that reads them will want to read them again.

10. Deacula by Bram Stoker
9. The Hobbit by Tolken
8. I'm the king of the замок by Susan Hill
7. 1984 by George Orwell
6. The secret diary of Adrian моль by Sue Townsend
5. Pride and prejudice by Jane Austine
4. Jane Eyre by шарлотка, шарлотта Bronte
3. Lord of the Flies by William Golding
2. The curious incident of the dog in the nighttime by Mark Haddon
1 Rebecca by Daphne du Maurier
posted by ejenk1025
Chapter 2

I pull into the driveway of the cafe. I look into my rear view mirror. I look good. (Laugh) I get out of the car then fix my clothes. I'm ready. Just be yourself. Ok. I'm walking in. Don't fall. Don't fall .. He sees me. Just walk up to him.

"Hey."
"Hey. Glad Ты could make it." сказал(-а) Lucas
"I'm glad Ты could make it, too."
"Well. I work here so..." сказал(-а) Lucas
"You work here? Cool."
"Yeah. This is actually my mom's cafe. Let me introduce you." сказал(-а) Lucas
"Oh goody." I сказал(-а) nervously

Good impression. Good impression. Good impression.

"Mom, this is Brooke. Brooke, my mom." сказал(-а) Lucas
"Pleasure...
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posted by ZekiYuro
Whatever Еда you're looking for-an all-you-can-eat breakfast,a quick lunch,a romantic dinner-you'll find it in San Francisco.The city is Главная to over 4500 restaurants and eating places.And they're not only for tourists.On average,San Franciscans eat out 267 times a year.

You can eat Еда from anywhere in the world,from афганец, афганский, афганские to Argentinian,and from Vietnamese to vegetarian.With Mexican fast food,Italian bakeries,hundreds of Thai,Chinese,Vietnamese,and Korean restaurants,and in-and-out Japanese noodle shops,it's possible to eat your way round the world during a single San Francisco weekend....
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posted by alicia386
Chapter Five

Mason met Olivia at his Избранное restaurant. It was a perfect день for a ужин date. The sun was shinny, the clouds were extra white, and the трава seemed greener then ever. If only she knew that this was a ужин date. He signed the last autograph for today as Olivia sat across from him at their round table. Her hair was curly and in a ponytail. Then she wore a red dress with a thick, black ремень, пояс, пояса in the middle. His секунда impression of her was still the same, gorgeous. This дата was going pretty well but Cassidy dresses better. Mainly because Cassidy is rich but he didn't want to...
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posted by alicia386
Chapter Four

Olivia was extra busy today. Today was the first день of the movie shoot for Hourglass. Before they could even start recording the movie, the would have to check up on everything. The wardrobe had to perfect. The scenes had to be accurately planned out. Then they had to make sure that all of the camera crew was positioned. Olivia wouldn't be able to receive the permits until tomorrow. So they couldn't start filming until then. She followed closely behind Mason as he did the daily check up.

Mason went straight towards wardrobe and the outfit choices. The outfit for Charlotte's arrival...
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Remembering is just an invention of the mind,
So Ты need not try to remember something,
Ты remember it automatically.
Which is the best thing that Ты could have.

The good times that we had...
It is placed in a portion of your mind.
The bad times that we had...
It is placed in the other part of your mind.

Ты try to forget all of the bad things that happened,
But it is not possible.
It is stuck in you.
The bad things are painted in ink on your heart.

The good things, Ты try to remember.
And they stay.
They never go.
Never leave you.

Remembering is just an invention of the mind.
And, well...I guess I'm happy for that.
So I can remember every friend I've had,
Every boyfriend,
And all the good times.
Every memory will never leave my heart.
They will never be forsaken.
Never.
posted by Problematic129
*Poem I wrote for a class project on the holocaust.
DON'T COPY*
Different in ways they couldn't control
Killed for reasons we do not know
Ranging from ages young to old
The innocent people were taken from homes
Soulless people did not care
That the Jewish were in despair
Concentration camps ending their screams
Breaking apart their families
Not once did they do anything wrong
They opened their mouths and sang a sad song
Years went by and еще pain came
Until on one very special day
As one we all saved
The survivors of the Holocaust
posted by hatjune
It is 120 years into the future and the Rights Organization is stronger than ever. They are killing еще people than ever and there are only three people that can save the World and they are children. Jordan is a thirteen год old witch and is the daughter of the Greek god sun, Apollo. Mark, a fourteen год old wizard who is the son of Demeter. And last but not least Ivy is a thirteen год old daughter of Ares and a great witch. These three children are the worlds only hope. Read Half and Half, The Begining of the End.