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I woke up that morning exhausted and numb. I had no idea where I was, and for a трещина, сплит секунда I panicked. Then, like floodgates opening, it all came back. The hurt, the tears, the anger; my newest scar. Suddenly I had an idea. What if this was all just a terrible nightmare? What if Lyn was waiting for me in the кухня like always? I hurried out of bad, pausing to only make sure I was decent for my cousins. I stepped out of the room onto the cold tile. The house had an eerie morning silence, so with every step I took I hesitated. I hadn't prayed in a long time but I did then. "Please, pretty please, let this all be a bad dream. Tell me Lyn will be just around the corner." I was two steps away from the kitchen. I held my breath and stepped in.

She really was gone.
Really.
Never coming back.

I think that was when I decided to hate her. Before, I had decided I would just cut her out but now, I would loathe her with a огонь that could burn anything. Hate her with a passion. She had left my dad while he was SICK! What self respecting woman leaves her husband when he is SICK!?!? I don't mean with a cold, OH NO. He has a tube sticking out of his side GOD DAMN IT!!!! So now I would hate her.

H- Heinous
A- Acidic
T- Traitor
E- Enmity

HATE. A life consuming emotions.
posted by Pushkin319
Remember that Ты want to make a good impression and that the presentation of your manuscript is the first step. When you're preparing a manuscript, whether it's an article, a short story, или a novel, there are certain styles that make your piece stand out. Ты want it to look professional—not like the large percentage of manuscripts that appear as if the writer took no care at all in the presentation.

Writers disagree on whether editors really care about the typeface and the line spacing and whether the manuscript follows a certain style или format. Some editors don't care about these things,...
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It's finally here! All the submissions to this month's Поэзия contest is included within this soapbox, for your convenience. For the sake of the judges, I am allowing two weeks from today for them to peruse the works herein and then create a pick with their вверх five choices. The judges may confer amongst themselves if they wish. Input from the Fanpop community should also be considered. Комментарии on particular poems are welcome. The only thing that is prohibited is pointing out (subtly или obviously) which poem is yours. As a poet, that may disqualify Ты from the competition, for betraying the...
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added by vampiress015
Source: BBC
Ladies and gentlemen, writers of all ages (especially teens/preteens) and species (except mosquitoes), welcome! I'm bored, have a writer's block made of concrete and am feeling particularly resentful towards the curse known as textese/chatspeak. (Seriously, whatever happened to good ol' morse code?) So I decided the best way to give my Письмо a rest is to help out with yours! Aren't I generous? :)

Before I begin, I'd like to point out that I am not an expert by any means. I'm not a Письмо guru или a master advice-giver-person. I am simply a fellow writer who wants to pass on what she's learned;...
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posted by whitelion
love, a word that can bring much joy или much pain
it can put the сердце at ease или under strain
and as that word to each other we spoke
it made our hearts complete and not broke

a feeling unlike any other i felt
as Ты heavenly eyes made my сердце melt
Ты were always the one, i could tell
cause from the moment i saw Ты in Любовь i fell

the words to describe Ты a poet can never posses
Ты were always the one that was hard to impress
Ты wanted еще than Поэзия and Цветы could give
because only on true Любовь your сердце could live

to capture my сердце for Ты it only took
one moment one smile and one unforgettable look
posted by harold
The Автор considered. Then the Автор wrote:

Two opposites sat on a park bench

The Автор deleted

eating their curds and whey

as soon as it was typed, and replaced it with

and one wanted the other to leave.

The critic noted "That's really not very specific, is it? Two 'opposites'? Come on, you're going to have to be еще specific than that."

The Автор considered. Then the Автор wrote:

The Republican sat down Далее to the Democrat on the park bench

and nodded, satisfied. The critic clucked his tongue. "Welll...it's not exactly original, is it? And how different are they, really? Honestly, Ты couldn't...
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posted by ToEkNeE
I woke up as usual. But there was something about today that was going to change. Unusual. I stumbled out of bed, opening my eyes to darkness. I wouldn't need to expect sunlight just yet. I clumsily found my way to the bathroom to take my shower.
For some reason, I wanted extremely hot water. Usually, I would have tepid water on, but this time, the water was blazing. The water beat my back with an intensity far beyond a human could ever intake. It was like hail was being shot at my skin, with a beat to it. The burning was far worse. When every droplet hit my skin, there would suddenly be a sharp...
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added by whitelion
Young and fresh and shining bright
Filled with wonder and delight
I see beauty, день and night
I am young enough

Whether it's Real или just Pretend
Possibilities have no end
There could be magic, 'round the bend
I am young enough

Dolls can Переместить when I'm asleep
They come to life while I count sheep
And freeze whene'er I dare to peep
I am young enough

Book-friends all come out to play
My постель, кровати becomes a magic sleigh
Imagination rules the day
I am young enough

The sky can cry a lot of tears
The trees tell secrets; can't Ты hear?
The world's alive: to me that's clear
I am young enough

Grownups say the queerest words
Have...
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I've been slowly but steadily coming to the conclusion that Поэзия as an art form is quickly losing its flavor amongst the iPod generation. And I'm not talking about contemporary poets who don't get read by the masses, because as Gertrude Stein would say, "Those who are creating the modern composition authentically are naturally only of importance when they are dead because by that time the modern composition having become past is classified and the Описание of it is classical. That is the reason why the creator of the new composition in the arts is an outlaw until he is a classic." Or,...
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posted by whitelion
your smile, your eyes, your voice
as if Ты gave me a choice
everything about Ты i loved
all other feelings aside i shoved

on your every word i hung
and even among
a crowd, only Ты i see
nowhere else i would rather be

these feelings for you, that are kept inside
i can no longer hide
everything about Ты i admire
Ты are all i desire

so kind, so sweet, so passionate
everytime our eyes met
my сердце would race
while looking at your smiling face

full of buety, life, and joy
with my emotions Ты play like a toy
like a wild beast, my emotions cannot be tame
and i don't even know your name
posted by iluvtheshow
Prologue:
"Harper! Aren't Ты happy she's eating with us?" Gwen asked happily. Harper shot her sister a glare. "It shouldn't be a big deal that your step-mother decides to eat with you." Harper spit out, looking back at the book she was reading. Gwen's face fell. She didn't care what Harper thought, she was going to make the best of this. Their step-mother, Lyn, hadn't eaten with them in 2 months. Gwen walked down the hall toward the kitchen, her sister's words echoing in her head.

Chapter 1 *Gwen*

Divorce. God, I HATE that word. It's like something something toxic. Something that can ruin lives...
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posted by mrs-mindfreak
Meredith sat up in the middle of the night screaming. Again. She felt tears wet her eyes at another miserable attempt at sleep. She wanted to pull her sore eyes from her sockets. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t stay asleep. She wasn’t going to get any еще sleep tonight, and Meredith knew that. She pulled off the sheets and slowly stood up. She wobbled slightly and held her head. These nightmares were going to be the death of her.
    Meredith crept down the hall and into the кухня for a little snack. Maybe some warm молоко would put her to sleep. She reached...
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 Courtesy of the cartoonist, Clangnuts
Courtesy of the cartoonist, Clangnuts
Ah, the dreaded cliché! The worst feedback a writer can get is, "Well, it sounds sort of cliché, doesn't it?"

All authors want to be original. If someone even mentions that a writer's work reminds them of someone else's, the writer tenses up. "No, no, no, I'm nothing like him," he says swiftly. "I've never even read him."

"Yeah, but it's kinda like him," the reader persists, believing she is giving a compliment rather than an insult. "He's incredible, Ты should read him!"

The thing is-- it should be a compliment when a reader compares your work to...
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posted by Spotty_Vision21
I shouldn’t have shot the dog. I definitely shouldn’t have shot the dog. Even if he did chew upon my prized drumsticks, and feast upon my freshly-baked brownies. The little white-and-brown terror, Mickey, belonged to my neighbor. My neighbor, an 87-year-old chain-smoker named Mary, rarely left the confines of her living room. She sat, день in and день out, as her precious mutts wreaked havoc about the neighborhood.
You can see it! My house, the little beasts have chewed upon everything their gnashing, tiny, sharp little teeth could find. I did my best to keep them out, but the little bastards...
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posted by daitheflu4u
A Valentine’s Gift: A Story of Determination

    Every once in a while we face certain challenges in life; whether it would be at work, school, home, или an illness. At times we don’t know if we have the courage and inner strength to get passed our obstacle. And sometimes during our worst obstacles, we can accomplish the unexpected. Depending on the challenges we face in life, we still must keep our dignity, even if we lose the battle.
    The two were unprepared for the день at the hospital, where Lisa would undergo a biopsy. They thought of the procedure...
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