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At first I'd like to remark that english isn't my mothertongue. I tried hard to translate my little story into proper english, but maybe I made a few mistakes. However, I'm posting the english and the german version now, so just read them both if Ты understand it. :)
Here it is:

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One wonderful day, it finally was at her feet. She hadn't seen it for days, and the longing had nearly cankered her. She had missed it like a lover или a brother, no, more; like a piece of herself. It looked even еще beautiful than in her memory, how it sprawled in the sun. She was surprised, how gentle it could be. In her homeland, it had often been much wilder. But still it had stayed the same, a well-known friend, who had waited for her. She felt its appeal like a magnet. It belonged to her. She belonged to it. But they both belonged to the night. Now was not their time. Not now, with all the tourists around, watching them. She smiled at the sight of the children who played with it. How безопасно, сейф they felt. They didn't know anything, anything about the hidden character of their playmate, anything about his very secrets that only she knew. It had confided in her, just the same as how she had confided in it. She was different. Captured in the wrong world. She felt so much closer to it than to any human. She had to pull herself together to not give in the desire. The hours of darkness would give enough time for them.

One wonderful evening, it sparkled in the starlight. It was disquietingly. In spite of its greatness and power, it was just a little kid, unwilling to sleep. It tossed and turned impatiently. It was waiting for her, asking when she finally was coming. Encouraged by its swoosh, she hurried down the beach. Her сердце was throbbing in excitement. Finally, the moment had come that they had both been waiting for. Under cover of darkness, they showed each other their true colours. Quickly, she stripped off her clothes and careless kicked her sandales in the sand. It was calling her. She would come. Now

One wonderful night, she passed a swimming prohibition sign like in trance. She only caught a glimpse of it. The humans were so Невероятное silly. It didn't trust anyone who didn't trust it either. She had always trusted it, she had put her life in its cool hands, and it had never hurt her so far. But it seemed that nobody apart her understood that.
Wildly, she buckled in its cold embracement. It took her breath. Delirious with joy, it roared in her very ears. It smothered her, and she enjoyed it. Her сердце nearly burst of felicity. Although she was running out of air, she was diving deeper. She merged with it. She was coming home.

One wonderful morning, a few lorn clothes lay in the sunlight in the midst of the dunes.

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An einem wunderschönen Tag lag es ihr endlich zu Füßen. Schon seit Tagen hatte sie es nicht mehr gesehen, und die Sehnsucht hatte sie fast zerfressen. Sie hatte es vermisst wie einen Geliebten oder Bruder, nein, mehr, wie einen Teil ihrer selbst. Es sah noch schöner aus als in ihrer Erinnerung, wie es sich in der Sonne räkelte. Sie war erstaunt, wie sanft es sein konnte. In ihrer Heimat war es oft viel wilder gewesen. Und doch war es gleich geblieben, ein altbekannter Freund, der auf sie gewartet hatte. Sie spürte seine Anziehungskraft wie einen Magneten. Es gehörte zu ihr. Sie gehörte zu ihm. Doch sie beide gehörten der Nacht. Jetzt war nicht ihre Zeit. Nicht jetzt, mit all логово, ден Menschen, die zuschauten. Sie lächelte beim Anblick der Kinder, die mit ihm spielten. Wie sicher sie sich fühlten. Sie wussten doch nichts, nichts über логово, ден wahren Charakter ihres Spielkamerads, nichts über seine tiefsten Geheimnisse, die nur sie kannte. Ihr hatte es sich anvertraut, so wie auch sie sich ihm anvertraut hatte. Sie war anders. Gefangen in der falschen Welt. Keinem Menschen fühlte sie sich so nah wie ihm. Sie musste sich zusammenreißen, um sich nicht der Versuchung hinzugeben. Die Stunden der Dunkelheit würden genug Zeit für sie beide lassen.

An einem wunderschönen Abend funkelte es im Sternenlicht. Es war unruhig. Mit all seiner Größe und Macht war es doch noch ein kleines Kind, das noch nicht schlafen wollte. Ungeduldig wälzte es sich hin und her. Es wartete auf sie, fragte sich, wann sie endlich kam. Angespornt von seinem Rauschen rannte sie ihm entgegen. Ihr Herz klopfte vor Aufregung. Endlich. Jetzt war der Moment, auf логово, ден sie beide gewartet hatten. Im Schutz der Dunkelheit zeigten sie einander ihr wahres Gesicht. Eilig streifte sie ihre Kleider ab und kickte ihre Sandalen achtlos in логово, ден Sand. Es rief nach ihr. Sie würde kommen. Jetzt.

In einer wunderschönen Nacht lief sie wie in Trance an einem Schwimmverbotsschild vorbei. Sie erhaschte nur einen kurzen Blick darauf. Die Menschen waren so unglaublich dumm. Wer ihm nicht vertraute, dem vertraute es auch nicht. Aber das verstand wohl niemand außer ihr. Sie hatte ihm immer vertraut, hatte sich ihm voll ausgeliefert, und es hatte ihr dabei noch nie etwas getan. Stürmisch warf sie sich in seine kühle Umarmung. Es nahm ihr логово, ден Atem. Übergeschnappt vor Wiedersehensfreude brüllte es ihr in die Ohren. Es erdrückte sie, und sie genoss es. Ihr Herz platzte fast vor Glück. Obwohl ihr die Luft knapp wurde, tauchte sie tiefer. Sie wurde eins mit ihm. Sie war zu Hause.

An einem wunderschönen Morgen lagen in логово, ден Dünen einige verlassene Kleidungsstücke im Sonnenlicht.

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Hope, Ты enjoyed it! Now it's your turn: Please tell me your opinion about it!
posted by AliceKinsley
“Lev, Ты left your book on the table.” Boris rushed over to me, handing me my English textbook. I grabbed it reluctantly, sighing. I meant to leave it there. English isn’t my strongest subject. или Language.
“No, I meant to leave book there.” I replied, rolling my eyes and shoving the textbook into my satchel. Boris chuckled and patted my shoulder. America was such a strange country. The language was hard, the people were different, and the weather was unpredictable. At least in Russia Ты could understand what the people were saying, and when it was going to snow или shine. “Why...
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posted by Funnygirl77
 learing to let go is like jumping out of an airplan with no para shoot
learing to let go is like jumping out of an airplan with no para shoot
8:00 am Saturday
I woke up, I felt way better then I had in years. I Любовь the ending of my dream, I could still fill the warmth of Alec's arms. I smiled to myself as I made Breakfast for Aunt Maggie and me. I made pancakes, Bacon, and eggs, Aunt Maggie walked down stairs and smiled at me. "what's gotten in to you?" I smiled, thinking of what Alec said. Aunt Maggie looked at me, and сказал(-а) "alright who's the boy?"

I pretended like I was offended, "boy, what boy?" Aunt Maggie laughed, "do I get to meet him?" I smiled, "You may? it depends." I stopped talking then, When I'm with Alec I fill so alive,...
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posted by juicyjossy9
Did God Create Evil?

The университет professor challenged his students with this question:

"Did God create everything that exists?"

A student bravely replied, "Yes, he did!"

"God created everything?" The professor asked.

"Yes sir", the student replied.

The professor answered, "If God created everything, then God created evil, since evil exists, and according to the principal that our works define who we are, then God is evil".

The student became quiet before such an answer.
The professor, quite pleased with himself, boasted to the students that he had proven once еще that the Christian faith was a...
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posted by Marcus_Ghent
Rahar and the Three Bandits
(aside the three bandits bit. I originally intended this to be a longer, full story but I sorta like it as just a lil moral short /shrug)

Rahar seemed a plain fellow but should Ты ask his Друзья they would all tell Ты he had the makings of greatness, that he was designed to fullfill integral roles in important events. Indeed there was nothing obviously special about him...unless he chose to Показать you. He wore his black hair long, down past his shoulders to about mid-back. Many loose-fitting rings adorned his calloused hands, though usually these had the impresion...
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John Muir Middle School

Alexa Lightman: a girl with braces who wants to make a difference. Age 11
Deandra Cody: a formerly chubby Hispanic girl who loves drawing. Age 12
Katie Eckert: a pigtailed баскетбол player who wants to be звезда forward. Age 12
Emma Walsh: a young brunette girl who plays Футбол to win. Age 13
Colleen Tepper: a blonde girl who strives to be a champion figure skater. Age 13
Hannah Slater: a girl with curly brown hair who is a violin prodigy. Age 14
Brooke Paxton: a Hispanic girl who play guitar. Age 11
Brigit Banks: a bun wearing blonde Irish dancer who is very serious and competitive....
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posted by breebree446
 Although JP doesn't really describe his characters that much, he gives enough about Iggy to know he's blind, a pyro, and has клубника blonde hair!
Although JP doesn't really describe his characters that much, he gives enough about Iggy to know he's blind, a pyro, and has strawberry blonde hair!
So, we have the plot line and idea prepared. But what about the thing that makes it all come to life? The characters. This is a little Статья on character development.

Appearence!

Ты know the old saying, "Appearence is everything."? Well, it's not! But it IS important when writing. As Ты go along, think about what your character looks like. What's thier hair color? What kind of body type do they have. What's thier eye color. I'll admit i'm not a big Фан of the "Hi. My name is _____ I have brown hair and blue eyes." What I do is describe the characters subtly. Like if one character describes...
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posted by Twilightluv3r
For the past three weeks Taylor and I haven't been getting along so well. All we do is argue about every little thing. Most of the time it's because we never have time to spend with each other.
He's still acting, but he's only getting small parts, so he thought he needed to practice his acting. It was so hard trying to be a bestfriend on his schedule, so we decided to distance ourselves, a little, for a week. The first two days were like hell. I did't want to talk to anyone except for Taylor. I would have talked to Amy, but she was sick.
But then everything turned around when Mark and I started...
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    Chapter 2
                    LUNCH
I sat where Jill was sitting. The same people from before. The blonde
Kid, the reporter with a few other people. They introduced themselves.
And I giggled when they all were done. I сказал(-а) "I laugh a lot...sorry"
Ken rolled his eyes. I cracked up. Mart the one who bumped into me asked me "so Estella--" "call me Stella" I interrupted. "So Stella would Ты
Like to grab обедающий, закусочной sometime?" I laughed "sure!" ken just rolled his
Eyes, it made me...
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Chapter 3

Jeremy POV
Every thing was getting dizzy, I didn’t understand any thing that happened at the house, all I know is Uncle John is dead, there’s two Elena’s and I’m turning.
I could here the car running things were heightened. I could here all the gears moving to a rhythm. Elena was breathing hard I could feel her body heat radiating off of her.
“Elena, I need it now или its over.” My throat was dry I turned towards Elena and could see her veins flowing with blood. Every thing then went black.”

Elena’s POV
I pulled the car over and took a deep breath. The last time I did this...
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posted by odekanmi
I told someone once,
"You are alone".
The person refused to agree,
"Why?",
"What for?",
"Why should i be told I'm alone"
Those were the words most probably flowing through the fellas mind at the time,
Think of it,
Stop,
Take a deep breath,
Think again,
Who were Ты with the last second?,
You, yourself and you,right?,
Look around you,
Are Ты sure this is where Ты want to be?,
I look,
Right now,
And,you know what I see?,
No one.
Nada Nada person,
Well that's my own language, forget it.
There's no one there,
But I do what I do best,
Suffer in silence.
posted by deathchick9
Syayuki Kimihiro,is a normal Japaneses high school girl trying to find her place and make friends,but when she was 5 she was taken from her home,she has many nightmares about this event even after 11 years,These nightmares consist of demons monsters and gargoyles.Her family says that it's normal sines she was found unconscious with no memories of this horrible event,now she has episodes where she has excruciating chest pain till she falls unconscious.Her mother being a doctor was able to make a vaccine for her but it only works for one day.Suddenly four new students appear making her episodes and nightmares worse.As if that's not bad enough now there are strange marks on her left wrist that hurt like hell.Do these new students have something to do with it and why is the leader constantly flirting with her?
Dizzy:

As I weaved through the crowded hallways, I focussed on the rhythm of my footsteps. I was lost. It was as if I was a new student или something. Now that Annabella was gone, the hallways made me dizzy with fear. When you're with your best friend, nothing matters. When Ты know you'll never see her again, not even a faint light of happiness appears at the end of the freight tunnel.
I'm still me, I reminded myself. But who was I? Before knew it, a bib of tears flooded down my chest. I hear red-headed Abigail whisper to Elisa. Faint words saying, 'They're actually crying?' I wished those...
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или was someone threatening me? Signs of threats weren’t the ones I had.
Maybe just warnings.
    “Glorious, Have Ты ever, had signs before? Ты know, like something warning Ты not to go on или go some place?” I asked myself. I shivered in the coldness of my room. I liked it cold.
    “I don’t understand you,” a voice rang to my left. There, in the middle of my doorway, stood Looi, my older brother. He was leaning on the door frame.
    “Hey, do Ты mind? I’m getting ready. Don’t Ты have your own bathroom?” I asked...
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 A little bit on what Sayuri looks like:)
A little bit on what Sayuri looks like:)
Okay, so here's the third chapter of this! Hope Ты all like and PLEASE COMMENT!! ^.^


We immediately arrive in Hollow Bas- I mean, The Radiant Garden.

"Let's go find Leon and everyone," Sora said, and along the way to Merlin's house, we saw just how much this place has improved.
When we came to the house, Sora opened the door and went in before Kairi and I could stop him and tell him to knock first.

"Hey, everybody!" Sora shouted to everyone, and they all jumped.

"Huh? Sora..." Leon mumbled after he jumped.

"Jeez, Sora! Ever heard of knocking?" Yuffie asked him and he smiled sheepishly.

"We're here...
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posted by InnocentNoMore
Feel like falling,
    but sure to stand fast.
Feel like letting go,
    but afraid of the rash,
Feel like giving up,
    but afraid to sleep,
Want to jump,
    but afraid to of falling off way to deep.
Sometimes life takes me in weird directions,
    but knowing me, its all imperfections.
Sometimes emotions облако every single thought,
    and knowing my actions, I’m here to rot.
Forever will my mistakes continue to haunt me,
    standing here, I now see.
What if things could be different Далее time?
    Would it then, take a lifetime?
posted by amethyst44
The one thing that never freaked me out before was when the teacher got mad at us, especially Mr. Donnahue. But watching him shred up each and every paper that he touched on that dumb стол письменный, стол of his...well...it made me shiver a bit.
That's when I saw it; my paper, neatly written in my cursive writting, only with розовый gel pen instead of the standard pencil. Under my desk, I crossed my fingers, hoping, waiting, praying. I shut my eyes.
Then I heard it; riiiiiip.
I opened my eyes, blinking as I followed Mr. Donnahue's hands, which held my torn paper, throw the scraps over the edge and into the trash...
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(Before Ты read this, remember that this character is a student at a sailing school, and can fly.)

I woke up. It was cloudy. The green sea went into ginormus waves the size of sharks. I went outside.
My лодка was shaking in the weather, and it was all wet. I sailed it anyways. I grabbed the steer, raised the anchor, and went out.
    The sea was hard on me. The waves pulled my white, small, wooden лодка up and down the great seas. I felt great. I felt brave. I felt calm.
    Rain started to fall down as the clouds got darker. It was amazing. The wind blew...
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posted by Flana_2
We walked down back to what I thought was his house. It was actually his tiny hospital hut.
“You healed me”?    
“Yeah. On your head. Ты were banged up pretty hard.” He сказал(-а) that with pride and a smile. At least there was that. He could heal people that make them Любовь him, it fills him with so much joy. I sat down on the tiny постель, кровати and tried to think about my past, if I could remember the ocean ride here. I thought hard but it didn’t come back to me. Hmmm I wondered why, why can’t I remember a single thing about sleeping или riding или anything? Minrough read my...
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posted by TeamRosalieHale
21: Every Famous Last Word

IT continued to follow the trail of the carriage-leaving Canada, coming back to the states, through Montana, North Dakota, Minnesota. IT sensed the trail went different from north but IT was not entirely sure which way.
Master watched and occasionally offered praise to IT, always reminding IT to get the blonde, alive, bringing her to master. Along the way, IT killed a stray vampire here или there, master smiling the whole time at the mess.
Oblivious to the danger that was closing in fast, the carriage marched on to Ohio, darkness had settled in, Tristan was sound...
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posted by TeamRosalieHale
20: Любовь Remains the Same

It was early morning the Далее day; Tristan had woken shortly before the sun, though he appeared quite different from the golden-haired blue eyed god Rosalie had seen: his hair was dark brown, his eyes a hazel color with a tad of green. “Today, I’m going to visit two of the ones I changed oh about seven, eight years ago. Then, we will head home, east through Indiana, Ohio, West Virginia, then south to home. Sound good?”
“I feel the need to hunt” David said, bookless for the first time.
Tristan nodded. “Very well. You’ll probably be back before we are.”...
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