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Book 2


Alexander Riley
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9. N E A R T H E L I M I T


After a few weeks, Mariah was recovered from the accident. I didn’t really expect she would come and get me. She just appeared in the racing tracks in the other night telling me to slow down. I was surprised, though. It’s like she was concerned. I didn’t know why I kissed her in the forehead. I’m pretty sure she expects that we’ll be touching lips by then. But, that didn’t bother me too much.
Mariah is a great person. She’s thoughtful, funny, well what else can I say, gorgeous? I guess that’s the right word to describe her.
We hung out more. We talked. We even shared stories. She shared a story about her being hit by a truck. My eyes grew big. I guess she’s born to receive accidents.
But she corrected herself that she nearly hit by a truck. If she were hit, she would not exist in front of me and I won’t meet a beautiful girl like her.
On the exact дата of April 11, our family dog from the farm in the State named Maggie; a Golden Retriever gets to stay with us. That was good news.
In the living room, we were watching her Избранное movie, “She’s the Man,” around nine-thirty in the night.
Mom was sleeping already and my two sisters went out.
The house was quiet except for the Телевидение running and the laughter of Mariah. I stared at her, joining her laugh.
Then she stopped laughing, we looked at each other. She’s so beautiful. Like an angel. She smiled and tossed her black silky hair behind then back to the flat-screen. “I guess we need some еще popcorn,” she stared at the empty bowl between us then got up.
I followed her in the kitchen. She got placed the кукуруза kettles inside the microwave and began to pop. She turned back and smiled. “Have Ты ever got into a relationship?” then she looked away afraid of hearing my answer.
“Well, yeah, that was before though” I responded. “Why?” I added.
She glanced at the kitchen. “Nothing, just asking,” I saw her blushed. Whoa.
I nodded. The popcorn’s ready. Mariah transferred the попкорн to an empty bowl. I planned to tease her. “Oh,” I began. “You’re in Любовь with me, aren’t Ты huh?” She was totally blushing. I can see it. Her eyes grew big.
“No, no I’m not!” she laughed.
“I was never,” she added in disbelief. “No, I know Ты were about to ask whether I’d been in a relationship или not или my relationship status!” I teased even more.
She threw попкорн on me. I grabbed the bowl from her and threw more.
I chased her around the room, she was laughing, so did I.
“Shut up, I am not,” She said. We were having a throw-me-some-popcorn-and-I’ll-throw-you-some-too-whether-you-like-it-or-not-if-you-disagree-I’ll-try-to-catch-you game. The floor was filled with popcorns. We were having fun.
“Gotcha,” I shouted, wrapping my arms behind her. Then we landed on the floor, lying on our backs. We grunted together. “Ow, that hurt.” I said.
“God, I’m covered in popcorn,” she сказал(-а) laughing, looking at her body then to me.
My eyes were locked to hers. Mariah and I leaned our foreheads against each other.
Suddenly mom’s figure stood in front of us, clearing her throat. Her arms folded.
I thought she was already asleep. I guess she woke up from the noise me and Mariah made.
At that very секунда we stood up quickly from the floor. “What happened here?” Mom demanded. Mariah looked at me. “It’s past bedtime,” Mom exclaimed.
Summer vacation’s not supposed to include rules, because it’s a do-whatever-you-want-season. “Mom, its summer vacation, there’s no rules,” I said.
I saw Mariah’s embarrassed face. She went to the кухня to grab a broom.
“And besides, I’m old enough.” I added. The room was silent, except the movie credits from the movie me and Mariah were watching earlier broke the silence.
“Okay,” mom said, her hands on her hips. “But be sure to sweep off the popcorns on the floor.” She headed upstairs and closed her bedroom door.
I glanced at the floor, it was already clean, no popcorns. Then to Mariah, she laughed. I laughed too. “Oh, the movie ended already,” she pointed at the flat-screen TV. “And I’m getting sleepy,” she glanced at the old grandfather’s clock.
I laughed. “Okay, me too,” I switch off the TV then we both headed upstairs.
“Goodnight,” we both chorused.
posted by T-lover
what I'm Письмо isn't exactly an Статья , but I hope Ты will enjoy it ^_^ ..

Girl; Do I ever пересекать, крест you'r mind ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Do Ты like me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Do Ты want me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Would Ты cry if I left ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Would Ты live for me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Would Ты do anything for me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Choose me или you'r life ?
Boy; My life .

The girl runs away in shock and pain and the boy runs after her and says ....

*The reason Ты never пересекать, крест my mind is because Ты are always on my mind .
*The reason why I don't like Ты is because I Любовь Ты .
*The reason I don't want Ты is because I need Ты .
*The reason I wouldn't cry if Ты left is because I would die if Ты left .
*The reason I wouldn't live for Ты is because I would die for Ты .
*The reason why I'm not willing to do Ты anything for Ты is because I would do everything for Ты .
*The reason I chose my life is because Ты are my life .
posted by Bella_Swan3
Taylor had never shadow-walked with no destination in mind. Shadow walking was something she was slightly afraid to do. It made her feel unbalanced, as if she had been дана too much control. Like standing on the edge of a cliff, the wind pushing Ты to jump, and some part of Ты secretly wanting to succumb to it's persuasive power.

She opened her eyes to the flat, glassy expanse of water in front of her. The tiny sliver of the moon was distorted by the waves.

Granted, shadow walking allowed her to appear wherever she wanted, but to her, it also served as a constant reminder that she was not...
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slowly climbing

inch by inch

bringing me closer

to my doom

Бабочки of

anticipation

flutter nervously

in my stomach

knuckles whiten

jaws clench

what have I

gotten myself into

the suspense

is killing me

I'm going to hate it

I'm going to Любовь it

I might lose my lunch

but I don't care

heaven help me

here it comes...

...

I hold my breath...

...

and then
I scream
my stomach
drops
my breath
is stolen
my heart
is pounding
adrenaline
courses
through
my veins
amid screams
of sweet terror
I fling up
my hands
and ride on
the wings
of Thrill!
Billy’s p.o.v
“I can’t believe girls got a ghost hunt” Rocco mumbled. We were all bummed the girls always got the good cases. “Yeah, I heard it’s about a guy who had scratched on his back” Max said. I sighed. “What cases do we have?” I asked Caleb looked down at his computer. “A girl says that her boyfriend was on a hiking trip and he hasn’t called или communicated with her since last week” he said. I rolled my eyes. “Do Ты think there’s anything to worry about?” I asked them, they all shrugged but Caleb nodded. “Even if there isn’t we have to help her anyway”...
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posted by gossipgirlxoxo
I walked in and saw Dawn and Thor. I walked over and gave them both a look. “Where are mom and dad” I asked looking around the house. Dawn smile. “Still in Australia” I looked at Dawn with a confused smile. “Well then what’s going on” I asked. I was angry at Thor and Dawn and not because of Liz или that mom and dad were still in Australia, but because they weren’t telling me anything. “Well?” I asked. Thor looked at me but he didn’t smile he just stared at me. “We were told to go home, we don’t know anything” he сказал(-а) in a моллюск voice. I heard a bang, I turned and saw...
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posted by CheeryDavis
Hi, so this is my first story put on here! It's in poem style so i thought what the сено, сена i'll post it! so here it is:

the sky turns black and gray
all the color withers away
but in your arms i will stay
come what may

the lights could dim
the sky could fall
the world could stand still
but your arms are all i can feel
and in them i will stay
come what may

the waves come crashing
pulling me into the deep
but your arms are all i can feel washing over me
and as Ты pull me up and hold me close
i know that Ты will never let go
in your arms i will stay come what may

the sky shines bright for the first time is...
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posted by iluvtheshow
I remember the день I fell in love.
Not just simple love.
No, this was head over heels, I'd die for Ты love.
I remember where I fell in love.
A small middle school in a small town.
A place Ты could easily miss.
I remember the my matchmaker.
A short women, but with еще огонь then Ты could ever imagine.
еще passion for what she does then I had ever seen.
I remember my girlfriends who were with me.
My athletic, sassy, fun-loving chicks.
My flirting consultants.
I remember him.
Good God, he was beautiful.
Yes, I remember the день I fell in love.
True Love.
Head over heels love.
With..................
Basketball.

--------------------------------
This is dedicated to my first real баскетбол coach. She taught me not just how to play basketball, but how to be part of a team. I have so much respect for her and I know I should thank her everyday for helping me fall in love. For Coach Joy.
posted by CullensFinest13
Ты hurt me I hope Ты die I cant belive I trusted Ты I cant belive I loved Ты I cant belive I stayed up and worried that Ты wouldnt call. I cant belive that i loved Ты i trusted Ты and cared for you. im tired of Ты its time i let Ты go but your always there Ты wont leave me alone...its time for Ты to leave so never come back walk out of my life i am going to lock my door and never let Ты back in stay out so i can be happy Ты need Ты need to die let me live my own life Ты shouldnt be controlling me anymore im not property im a human and i dont belong to the likes of you, Ты were...
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posted by vampiress015
I presuming we all joined this spot 'cos we Любовь to write, right? If so then Ты all know what I'm talking about when I say that we all Любовь our main characters and sometimes want to make them the best people in the world.

B-O-R-I-N-G

Yes, we want to make our main character gets the best out of the story, since it's their story. But if they're the best people in the world it doesn't really make them believable and then the reader just doesn't care about them (which is hard to understand cos we as the writer Любовь em, but unfortunantley it's true)

So here is my step-by-step guide to make sure that...
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posted by Sweet_Pants
Just a poem. I hope it isn't much of a bother to rate.

I dream of all things

Uncertain of dark deeds and pasts

Within these thoughts as dark as sea

When once those wings of black

Hung over all

Shadowing but of the wretched white

That blinds me of all beauty.

I dream of all things

From happiness to highs

Let down these pills

или I’m gone, retreat inside my mind

Where none but the darkest thoughts

Swallowing twilight

I dream of all things

From the stories told by hidden scars

Unable to Показать themselves

Under this intense scrutiny

That makes up this world’s attire

To the times that I could be happy

Without a drug to create

The much-needed illusion...


I dream of all things
No matter of their contents
Because, well,
Nightmares are still dreams.
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 is an old draft I've had sitting here for about three years. Cleaned it up sorta, but it's still not at par with my current work. I wanted to keep most of the Источник material as close to what I wrote three years назад barring some grammatical/diction fluency errors, mostly for a little look into how much I've changed. I just couldn't медведь letting it sit in here anymore. I'm not super into fanfiction, fanpop, или even K-pop anymore for that matter, but I knew I had to put this out there in some form или fashion. Let me know if Ты want me to write anything chapter, или do something else with...
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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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