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I starred down at the skinny "liar" in my hands.I couldn't be pregnant.Pregnancy test could be wrong right?At that moment I didn't know whether i should scream или pass out."What happened to perfect little Annie?" I thought to myself."The one who had gotten into a ivy league school and would be attending in the fall?Well she was gone now,along with her virginity."
In case Ты hadn't figured it out already,I'm Annie,Annie Green and I'm PREGNANT!Shivers went down my spine as the words echoed in my head.This was my fault;and Emett's of course.Emett is the "thing's" father."That's even if I have a "thing" inside of me."I guess we should of used a condom?That doesn't even matter now,because its too late.
"Binnnnnnggg"!My сердце jumped as i heard the колокол, колокольчик, белл ring.Now that i think about it,maybe school wasn't the best place to test whether или not I would have another human-being inside of me.Yeah,too late for that too.
I don't even know how to baby sit let alone have one of my own.Being only 17(turning 18 in 3 months)I don't know how to walk или sit now,do I keep playing sports?Do I tell Emett?No,i can't,i mean i would tell him but not here and definitely not now.
I took a deep breath and figured i would act normal until i got home.That's when I would freak out,but until then I should probably get out of this fancy bathroom stall and get to class.Enough had gone on this morning and I didn't want to make the день worse by being late to class.As i deeply hid the pregnancy test in the trash I realized something horrible, realizing that my Далее class would be P.E.!"Just perfect!"I thought to myself.

"Only six еще hours".
posted by mrs-mindfreak
I decided to do a story where I put my iPod on shuffle and start writing. Lucky for me, all the songs were basically sad или angry music. So this is what I came up with :)

The rain pattered on the windows drowsily, drowning out Alana’s choking sobs. She sat in her Избранное wooden rocker, and buried her face in her hands miserably. Her black hair clung to her sweaty face. Her clammy palms were wet from tears. She never wanted to Переместить from that spot again. Although she was filled with irrevocable remorse, she felt comfortable there. No one in the house, rain falling softly outside, and just...
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‘You shouldn't have shot the dog.’ That single thought reverberated inside my head, knocking from side to side, smashing at the sides of my skull until I had to put my hands to my temples in a futile attempt to stop the pain. The man sitting Далее to me took a swig of his whiskey, the glass bottle knocking against his yellowed and rotten teeth. His other hand held onto the steering wheel, maneuvering the car down the winding and deserted stretch of highway. I leaned my head against the cool glass of the passenger side window, willing my head to stop pounding. From the radio, the soft strains...
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 The Writer Behind the Words
The Writer Behind the Words
Luck has little to do with link. A long lasting Письмо career doesn’t just happen. A writer can burst onto the scene and quickly disappear. Another can have a series of hits then write a bunch of flops and never be heard from again. The difference between a long lasting career and one that burns out is strategy. Here are seven rules to help Ты find the right strategy for Ты and get Ты started on your journey to long lasting success.

Learn the power of focus. For most of us, we have еще than enough to do on a daily basis. And when it comes to any Письмо project the Список can grow exponentially-...
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In the years following the war the Ministry of Magic struggled to regain the public's trust whilst people struggled to find peace of mind in the uncertainty of Voldemort's disappearance. In 1985 letters start appearing with a very concerning или very hopeful kind of message, depending on your point of view and personal beliefs. They are so anti-establishment, in parts so truthful, and thus potentially dangerous that the Ministry controlled Daily Prophet won't Опубликовать them или any talk about them on the Readers' Column.

The letters lay out a vision of future where the Ministry no longer exists...
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The fragrance of scotch pine and blue ель is pungent in the air, amplified by the heat of late June. или so Ты think it is June. This place feels oddly void of time. Ты open your eyes to see a sun hazed over by stratus clouds. From all angles Ты spy familiar wooden structures.
You are back.

You sit up with your legs tucked under your bottom and bask in the estival air and all of the scents that waft within it. Ты furrow your brows, thinking that it is not as clean as before. Even so, the place hums with earthy energy. A stronger gust of wind picks up the hem of your рубашка and flutters...
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Ты wake up under a shady willow with a vague semblance of what Ты had dreamt.
You have dozed off again. And no wonder, there is a good book in your lap and your Избранное songs are still crackling through your earbuds. Ты ought to replace them, they are going bad. Ты pull them out and decide to listen to nature’s Музыка instead. The soft gurgle of the pond coupled with catkins rustling against each other has always been your Избранное blend of sounds. Every now and again your ear is filled with the nearly undetectable buzz of a cicada humming past. Ты aren’t quite sure, but Ты think that...
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posted by Epismatic
The Man With No Eyes Collection (3): Mask




When the curtain rises, all is forgiven.

I’ll brush it all off with a movie-star smile,

A genuine laugh, but my eyes must be hidden,

The truth they contain is considered too vile.

My voice is a song that will play through your ears,

And invite Ты to dance to the sound of my tune,

I take a bow, deeply, and drink in your cheers,

I’ll always remain here,

You’ll come see me soon.

A new день is dawning,

“Quick, put on your mask!”

And hurry outside, meet the crowd.

“Where’ve Ты been?”

With fanciful Ответы to all that Ты ask,

I’ll always wait here for...
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posted by WritingBookWorm
So, one of my New’s Years Resolutions this год it to write more. So, I decided to make this:

The goal is to write something every day.

Starting on the 31st of January, every день there is a vague word, idea, object, question, statement или anything. Ты can take it anyway Ты want.

Then each день Ты should write what it tells Ты too или something inspired by it. Whether it be a poem, a small scene, a character description, journal entry, short story или even just one really well crafted sentence.

Even if the prompt confuses you, или Ты have no ideas just write something! It’s a great exercise...
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This guide was inspired by a Вопрос recently Опубликовано by link on this spot. The user was looking for ways to put a twist on fairytales. I began to write an answer, but my answer soon developed into an article. So here it is.

Note that these aren't specifically for fairytales; they can be used on any old, well-known stories. After listing some ideas on how Ты can put a twist on such stories, I'll give a few examples of Фильмы that have done used one или еще of these ideas.

1. Swap the genders of the traditional characters.
Do any of the characters behave especially "typical" for their gender?...
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posted by floraisbest1
Ms. Farogonda asked for the winx to come down to her office. when the winx reached ms. farogonda's office she told them that diana wants to speak wth one of you. she didnt tell me who but she told me to pick two extras. ms. farogonda can i go, bloom asked her. flora will be going along with musa and aisha ms farogonda told them. hmph bloom pouted, can we at least go with them bloom сказал(-а) quikly. fine all of Ты girls can go and im bringing the specialist. ok stella сказал(-а) in a sing song voice. lets go сказал(-а) the winx. they met the RF boys outside and went in the owl. winx: WINX BELIEVIX
AT THE амазонка
flora: let's get going
aisha: see ya winx
bloom: meet back here in an час k
ok bloom musa said
( diana appears in front of them)
GUARDS take them away
what??!
(to be continued)
posted by LunaNotLoony
Anna flicked the T.V from channel to channel, bored: there was nothing worth watching. Sighing, she left the news on and flopped back on the sofa, not really intending to listen.
'The war in Iraq-.'
'Oh no, Ты don't,' Anna muttered, grabbing the remote. Her Dad had joined the army after her Mum had died of an overdose. Anna didn't really blame him, she'd have got out of the house as fast as possible too if she was an adult. The whole house was contaminated with the memories of Mum, of her laugh, of her accident... suicide... whatever it was. Even so, Anna missed Dad like it was painful. She'd...
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posted by Ichigo127
An Amuto one-shot
hope Ты enjoy!

‘You know, Amu…,’ he was sitting there again, on the ledge of the window, staring wistfully outside. ‘All of them think you’re gone. But I know better. Ты are alive, I know it. Somewhere out there, you’re thinking about me too, aren’t you?’
He was talking again, talking to the moon. ‘You’ll never admit it but Ты have already fallen for me,’ he smirked at the moon. No, not the moon. It was Amu’s blushing face that he saw and it was her voice that he heard, ‘Shut up!’ he didn’t know it was the echo of his memories because he thought...
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A shadowy figure silently brushed the silken curtains aside as she slipped through the open window and stepped into the dark chamber. Passing a small таблица and a bed, the лиса, фокс quickly headed towards a cabinet that stood against the far wall.
Beaded necklaces hung above a oval mirror that was set in the center. Her eyes rested on a miniature strongbox half hidden behind the mirror.
Paying no heed to the deafening clatter coming from the oblivious guest downstairs, she skillfully picked the tiny lock and raised the lid. It was hard to tell what was what in the darkness, so she emptied it into...
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posted by Ichigo127
Yo! this is the first poem i wrote with a sane mind xD do tell me if Ты like it =)

Tears,
a combination of helplessness and anger,
a combination of joy and gratitude.
what different meanings it holds!
sometimes of love,
sometimes of hate.
with what different feelings we cry!
but those tears are the same.
they dwell inside the eye,
ready to attack,
the peace of our heart.
to flood the face,
with undoubted Любовь and care,
with undoubted anger and hate,
with undoubted pain and despair.
pain? yes, and despair too!
the breakdown of our heart,
the dawn of the truth,
leading to flood the face,
with our sentiments undoubted.
First Name: Sayori(you are called Sayorihime at your temple)
Last Name: Tsukine
Age: 16
Height: 5’7
Weight: 121
Eye Color: Pink
Hair Color: Black(straight short bangs, straight long hair that goes down to your knees and the end of the hair is straight)
Personality: Stubborn, clever, smart, tactician, strong-willed, kind and caring(but doesn’t admit it because of stubbornness)
Info: Ты are the descendant of a very strong and powerful miko* named Mizuhahime. Ты have strong powers, strong enough that if a demon absorbs you, its powers will increase by 100X and if mated with a half demon, the child...
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Act like you're not
okay when Ты are and
that Ты are when you're
not. Run barefoot in
the snow. Stand out
in the rain for an hour
and think about anything
and everything Ты can.

Fall in Любовь with
riddles and things that
aren't real and the
way some stars
shine. Cry when
you realize that life is
just one big sham and write
one hundred cliché poems
about it, and then write one
that Ты actually mean.

Use profanity. Be the
one fucking introvert
in a room full of
extroverts and scream
shit just for the fun of
it. глотать, ласточка every goddamn
metaphor Ты ever dreamed
of and write them down
with your own blood.

Eulogize...
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 Salleria and some other characters that will soon be involved in the series
Salleria and some other characters that will soon be involved in the series
~NOTE: This series has several POVs. Each episode will have a POV at the top. (POV means point of view) Don't ask about if there will be a a boy's point of view. I only do the girls. If I make a sequel to a series I will add the boy's POV.~

~Salleria's POV~

I had heard someone call my name from down in the Музыка hall. I walked over to the Музыка hall seeing all of the rockers there. "Salleria! Over here!" I heard someone call I looked around and saw someone waving their tail calling to me. A cat? I thought. Why would a cat want to talk to me? I walked over to the cat and saw her pull out her...
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Ivypool PVO☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆
Ivypool padded beside Toadstep outside the camp. It was a full moon night and Toadstep and Ivypool were chosen to go... They had just been out hunting with Dovewing, Lionblaze and Cinderheart. Ivypool and Toadstep had found all of the mice nest and brang in tons of prey for the Clan. Seeing as it was leaf-fall everybody praised her and Toadstep for catching so much prey.
Squirrelflight was purring and eating prey with Leafpool who was now another medicine cat again Ivypool noticed they were so close as she walked out...
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Hi Everyone!
I've been working on a book for a while now. Im not gona post all of it at the same time, but I Will post the Prologue. Please tell me what Ты think! I invite constructive criticism to make it better! THX!


Prologue
    “Tanya! I don’t understand what’s so different about this kid! He’s done nothing to make me see him as special!” Tanya glowered at her obnoxious boyfriend. “Don’t Ты see?” She сказал(-а) icily, “He isn’t like us!” Virgil and Tanya looked at there new child. He wiggled around in his детская кроватка and giggled happily. The child crabbed...
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June 17th 100,000,000 BC 12 O'clock at night
Four children are born, quadruplets, the youngest born at the strike of midnight. The first child is named Queverial, the секунда Ceelarion, the third Ierailiasha, and the last one is named Mist. The father decides the last child should have a complex name as the others do but the mother has made up her mind that Mist is the perfect name.
Then she sends them through the mirror of fate to find there destiny. They may never return if they do not find it in time.

January 21st 9,999,990 BC 3:30 P.M.
The children grow up living in the chosen lands behind the...
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