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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.
Stan, the young donkey, was wandering sadly around the barn. He seemed hopeless and wounded and had no desire to speak to any of his fellow donkeys; even talking to his father was not appealing to him that exact moment. In fact, he was feeling ashamed of having a donkey father. He was ashamed of being a donkey altogether.
As the moon and stars scattered across the dark, blue sky, Stan decided he no longer to wander. He needed some solution, he needed reassurance, and only his grandfather seemed appropriate for that particular job.
Grandpa Roger was sleeping peacefully in the barn. He had become...
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Bane’s POV

I laid in the grass, watching the clouds. I was beginning to dose off, right before sleep took me, a body pounced on me. I groaned, and looked up. A shaggy haired boy was sitting on my chest, giggling. My best friend, Christian.
    “Get off!” I yelled rolling over. He slid off me.
    “Party pooper,” Christian stuck his tongue out at me. He was so childlike, but that was something I had always loved about him. That’s also why we got along so well. He was hyperactive and loud, while I was cynical and quite.
    I...
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posted by Hades223
CHAPTER 1


Jason Card sat at his стол письменный, стол in his science classroom bored out of his mind. He hated science. It was his least Избранное subject. Mainly because it was the last subject of the день and by that time Jason was usually ready to go home.
Mr. Form droned on and on about chemicals или something. Jason didn’t listen. He just sat at his стол письменный, стол and drew on some paper. He was a very good drawer.
Jason Card was a fourteen год old as of yesterday. His black messy hair never gave in to a brush which usually meant it was mangled and messy and went down to his ears. He was wearing a simple red t-shirt...
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posted by lindizzle215
hi so im a new writer so please tell me if i should contine Письмо this story. Please comment!!!!!
Rated: M


Today my brother Joey and I were going to drive down to the family camp that we help with every год and went here when we were kid’s but know were all teenagers so were counselors now. My brother Joey and I drive together every год and all of our other brothers drive up in there own cars или the young ones with the others. There was a new guy this год his name is Eddie. I think that I will like this kid as I get to know him. I don’t have to share a room because I am the only girl...
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posted by cullens-rule
Chapter 4 Tom

“it would be easier if Ты knew, but I will try to explain, as well as I can, Ты know my name is Tom but my секунда name is Cullen”
I interrupted him now
“Tom Cullen? Sounds old fashioned”
“It is, any way I’m just seventeen”
He looked away sheepishly like he was lying this made me curious would he really lie about his age.
“my real parents are dead now, they died of an illness I don’t really know much about them”
“I sorry that must be сердце braking”
He looked miserable he looked into my eyes and I could feel his pain, but he carried on
“I take after my father...
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posted by e2mma2weasle3
How to Add Emotion to a Story

1.    Understand Ключевые слова или Key Phrases. Key Phrases are phrases in a story that triggers the waterworks. They are sentences that make people cry. Such as, a pet dies. Ты could write, "Goodbye, Old friend." A Key Phrase could also be an action. Such as, there are two pets. One pet dies. The other pet tries to sleep with the other one by cuddling up to the dead body.

2.    Add a lot of relationship between the one who dies and another character, whether that is a human или an animal.

3.    Add comedy to the...
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posted by sapherequeen
*Sigh* Okay, this is the first piece of Письмо I will ever share with anyone. Rarely does the idea of a poem ever enter my dark mind. But tonight, just two минуты ago, this one came to me, and I had to...write...it...down...


I’m aching here
I’m bleeding there

Pain strikes within
My every move

And there’s
Nothing
I Can
Do
To Make It
Stop

The tears roll down my face
And freeze there quickly
And stay until the time comes
Where they are no longer frozen
And begin to stream down again

My hurt was bottled up
But someone broke the bottle
And now it’s
Everywhere
And there’s nothing
I Can
Do
To Heal Myself

I’m...
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“Look at them, trying to figure it out. Trying to work out why a pure-blood has come to their school, Antiworld, huh? This could be fun”. There was a young man sitting on the вверх of a gargoyle wearing a white рубашка with a black пальто over it. His eyes where a light green with a black cat eye stroke through it. As the man stood up Ты saw that he had pitch black hair and his skin was white like paper. As Ты closed in on the man’s face Ты saw his eye drop a line of blood down his cheek, as if he was crying blood. The man looked up at the sun covering his face with his hand, he closed his...
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Эй, guys! I just wrote this poem. I haven't written a poem in quite a while, maybe a year, and this one's an attempt to get back on the poem Письмо path. Well hope Ты like it, and please, if possible, add a Комментарий saying what Ты think.

Me and Those

Ever noticed that in this life
Everyone wants Ты to do something,
или be something
That sometimes Ты don’t want to be?

They are those!
Ты know them!
Ты probably have those in your house.
They are those who expect Ты to take a path,
Even though,
Sometimes,
Ты don’t want to take.

They are those who expect Ты to be great,
Even though,
Sometimes,
Ты prefer to be small and humble.

But do Ты think,
For the slightest second,
That they care about that?
They don’t!

They are your parents,
Your grandparents,
Your Uncles and aunts,
That since Ты were born,
Came up with a path for Ты in life.

But know this,
And say it to yourself:
They are those, they matter,
But me is I,
And I’m the main character.
posted by BellaSwan636
Serena

She screams every time a police officer или strange nurse touches her. She refuses to hear them out. So, until further notice, she is staying in my apartment.

I glance at the clock in the waiting room. It's past midnight. Wow. Jamie and Ashleigh are asleep on a small green couch, with a receiving blanket draped over them. I pick them both up, since Kayla and I are free to leave, and we all walk outside to my car. Kayla opens the back door, and while I'm strapping the two little girls in, I signal for her to get in on the passenger side.

She's a broken person. Ты only need to look at her...
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posted by livethislifeup
It's harder to forgive than to forget,
vice-versa, either way, it's still a threat,
time passes, memory flashes,
you're rememberin'
thoughts are coming in
no way to escape it, its a no win.
drives Ты insane, Ты try to up your game,
tell yourself they'll regret it and they'll live in shame,
just cause they dragged your name,
across every damn lane,
and Ты got hurt every time, yeah Ты still in pain,
and it ain't the same, Ты all tense around them,
and еще anger do Ты gain.
Deep down it's still hurtin' you
like every wound would,
it's like a throbbing cut
that keeps your eyes tight shut,
and Ты sound out...
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posted by BellaSwan636
Serena

On Friday, Tia had picked me up to go shopping.

Tia was ecstatic; for what reason, I had no idea. Tia was like a hurricane, she jotted down my sizes on her hand and then took of through the store at a pace that should've set her path on fire.

"You look great in black, white, and blue," she muttered. I saved that for future reference; she obviously knew what she was doing. Plus I'd been told that each of those colours looked nice on me before.

She pulled me into a dressing room, pointed out which outfits to try out, and exited to let me change.

I pulled a scary-looking black недоуздок, бретель через шею neck...
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posted by fanfly
 Artwork by me
Artwork by me
Who are Ты to judge?
Sitting right where Ты are
Ты have no claim on me

I know my own path
I am my own guide
Ты are nothing to me
No matter how Ты try

What do Ты care?
If I'm not doing it right
I'm not following you

I know my own path
I am my own guide
Ты don't know me
No matter how Ты try

Why are Ты here?
Ты know I don't want you
I told Ты to leave me

I am my own path
I know my own guide
Ты can't mold me
No matter how Ты try





Why do I feel compelled to write angsty poetry? I swear I'm not even that angsty. LOL Oh well, I hope someone out there enjoys it.
posted by Epismatic
A whisper in the cavern that goes unheard,

and a glimmer in the sky that stays unnoticed,

like the start of a brand new life, at the peak

of a mountain never scaled, lies in wait.

It can't be moved by any cosmic mover,

so no passing wind или fog will douse it.

Only your eyes can scratch out the image

или accept it, the light at the edge of your eyes.

Will Ты take hold of the key you're offered?

Stop Пение of freedom; seek it instead?

To become a companion of the new

takes an ever expanding, soaring gaze.

But even by taking one step forward,

by placing one hand onto the mountain,

as the wind tugs gently at your back,

Ты will realize the cage has already been broken.
Your hair is long, wet, and wavy and clings to Ты as Ты rise from the lake. Ты get the sense that the water should be clearer. Ты don’t dwell on it though, distracted by your own hair. Ты don’t remember it being so long. With every motion the string of beads and shells woven into your hair bobs gently with a clicking noise. Ты don’t realize that Ты are topless until your hair settles against your back. But Ты are not ashamed, there is a sense of liberation, Ты can better feel what the earth and the wind are telling Ты this way. If Ты could see behind you, Ты would know that...
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posted by pLaStIcSUNDAE
It's gray. It's always been so gray.

The beating сердце that searched for what it believed to be a forever, only to be led astray.

The beating сердце full of warm belief,

Now an iceberg of горький regret, the surface a shallow reflection of the depths that rest beneath.

The smiling mask distorts the image of the surface, betraying the eyes.

The rigid, cold structure reduced to a cube of ice.

A problem crippled and crumbled into "I'm fine."

If the eyes are windows to the soul, then these windows have been fogged and cracked.

If the eyes are the windows to the soul, then within these, behind the mist,...
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8 Elements Of The Nutshell Technique by Jill Chamberlain via FilmCourage.com.
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PART 1- LETS HAVE A RANT

Hi. So yeah, from the Название I think you've gathered this story is about .... well let's just say a problematic 19 год old struggling to find a meaning in life.

If you're a typical "Caucasian" you'll never understand the things we "brown people" have to face. Over-protective parents are just the start. The kinds of people are totally different. The type of "cheats", "betrayers", "heart-breakers".

Being born in a place 2% of the people worldwide knew is just the start of a slightly difficult life. For now, lemme just summarize my life for you. I'm a 19 год old girl living...
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“Bow before oh bow before the Mistress of the Blade.”

She dances in shrouds of silk scarlet.

Heel over heel in spinning in time.

Fabric twisting ‘round her delicate ankles.

“Praise oh praise the Mistress of the Blade.”

The sword an extension of her graceful arm as she twirls it about in Mid-September air.

Crisp September air.

The blade slashes through leaves as they fall.

Hilt of Золото adorned in ruby and diamond.

Gleaming and glistening as it slides from her grasp. Wailing through that oh so crisp Mid-September air.

“Watch in wonder oh watch the Mistress of the Blade.”

By night she finds...
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THIS IS VERY URGENT AND NOT A JOKE! ALSO DON'T GOOF OFF!!!!

I really mean it! What would Ты be able to do if SOPA/TPP censors the internet? What would Ты be able to do if Письмо fanfics and drawing fanarts become illegal? What would Ты do if it's illegal to do a cover of your Избранное song on YouTube? What would Ты do if downloading things from the internet (music, movies, TV episodes, etc) became illegal? What would Ты do if SOPA/TPP wins the war and takes away internet freedom? Net Neutrality is already dead so far, we can't risk the freedom of internet...
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