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posted by haileywithin
When I woke up Darla was sleeping by my side. I silently slipped out of the постель, кровати and into the kitchen. There was a sudden knock on the door. "who is it?" Darla сказал(-а) rubbing her eyes. Shrugging my shoulders I opened the door. Outside was 2 two police officers. "goodmorning sorry to disturb Ты but we are looking for someone". "oh who?" Darla сказал(-а) coming to the door in a robe. The police officers pulled out a picture of a young teenager. Her hair was short brown and cut in layers. Like Darla's. Her eyes were brown. Like Darla's. And she looked 19. Like Darla. "have Ты seen her?" I replied "what is her name?" "darla, darla white." and in the corner I could plain as день see. It was Emily. I quickly turned to see the window open. The curtains blowing in the wind. I yelled loudly "DARLA!" I heard the roar of a engine comming to life. And the rental car Darla had put in my name sped away. The officers raced down the hallway. I picked up my cell phone. Darla was already calling me instead of hello I yelled "WHAT THE HE'LL IS GOING ON!" I could hear her crying. "Gage please listen its Emily. She's in trouble were leaving the country." "But why!" "here's when it started in the picture Emily and I were fugiteves. Emily was in law trouble for drug dealing. When I tried to help her she just got in even еще trouble. And she drug me into her stupid drug scheme. She changed her name to Emily when we arrived in state. Now the cops are after me for evidence when all I did was help her!" I didn't know what to say. Honestly I really didn't. But what about me? I know them both so im a suspect!Then I got the courage to ask "what about Emily?" "she's behind me in a car". I had nothing in my mind then. "well, good luck farewell see Ты later bye bye". "WHAT GAGE DON'T HANG UP! I'm really sorry. And so is Emily." "I know". I flipped down my phone. I flipped on the tv. "police are looking for 19 год old Darla White and 20 год old Emily White. If Ты have any location of the convicts please call our hotline." Maybe i should call?
posted by Cinders
It has been сказал(-а) that those with no words often have the most to say.


New York City, circa 1992.

He was quiet, a secret sort of troubled, his hands buried deep into his pockets as he wandered the slums of a black city, a heavy shadow cast over the sky that was too dark for the stars to penetrate.

She was a bloodnut and she watched him from the shadows, her dead сердце rattling inside of her empty chest. She launched herself at him and latched onto his arm like a leech, beginning to beg, offering services in exchange for the substance she craved so much. Just a taste, she said, she promised that...
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This is just an excerpt, so it might be kinda confusing, but still, let me know please!

"    She was surrounded, there was no way to go, no where to turn. Circling around, trying to formulate a plan, a stab of pain coursed through her veins, bringing her to her knees. Another shot brought her a face-full of colorful carpet. Someone from behind tied her hands together in some unknown bindings and pinned her thrashing body to the ground with the help of a few others.
    “Check her.”
    That voice… where Have I heard it before?
    One...
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posted by inexplicable
The last time

The день was gray and it was raining outside. There were hardly any people seen on the streets, but I ran, soaked by the rain, down the street. I walked toward a house, but went unnoticed on the opposite side of the street. I looked up to the building and reminded me again at that time, to events to which I recalled many years later. It is in this house he lived not too long ago. Whether we were just friends, или maybe even еще than that, I still do not know. I called me back the memory of an evening that was not even long ago. We were in his room and he played me on the Пианино before...
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posted by Theatre_Freak
Once upon a time there was a little place called the 13 colonies. In one of these colonies lived little old m,e Angelina, but there was something different. In my colony, everyone was the same; we all had Животные grew crops and so on, but I was special. Originally, I lived in Paris, France with my mother and father. After my father died when I was just a baby, my mother noticed that I had a gift that only few had in our family. I was a Witch.
My mother feared for my safety and made a deal with her sister. Her sister was a specialist in the dark arts of magic. Mother didn't trust her, but she...
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posted by Anudie
Once upon a time, in a perfect world there stood a perfect розовый замок guarded by a perfect number of perfect fluffy Лошади and surrounded by a perfect Стена of perfect розовый flowers.
In the perfect замок there lived a perfect, perfect girl with a perfect life. Her perfect name was perfect: Serenity Lianna Honeyblossom Sweetytreat Sparkle кекс Beauty Mary Sue.
She was always paid by authors to звезда in their Книги and act like the perfect dream girl; aka a Mary Sue. She lived in Storyland, where all the ideal characters lived until they were picked for a story and then dropped back in after....
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posted by cute20k
Hi! I was Письмо a novel a while back, but I got distracted. I have only written the first chapter. I feel as if I need better names for the characters. I believe I'm going to Редактировать the first chapter a lot and bring in some other characters. For the main 2 characters I was thinking I would name them something foreign that has a meaning to do with love, to be a little cutesy. Also, Название suggestions would help! If Ты choose to follow the link below the female character's description, let me know if Ты have any names for the 2 cheerleaders mentioned.

Edit: For 'Jo'/female I was looking up names...
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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 EmzLovesCheryl
Life.


Life is what Ты make it, a recipe that could either end in disaster, или turn out great.

Some people get an advantage, they start off with better ingredients. But at the end of the day, the person that worked the hardest, gets the best result, no matter how they started.

Never think that Ты can't beat that person who has every ingredient ready-made, because they happen to have that start in life. If Ты are dedicated to what Ты do, then there's nothing to stop Ты getting to that same stage. или above that stage. Ты just have to be determined, talented at what it is Ты want to do, and...
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posted by kayleebabee
As the Bentley pulled into the huge гараж jane smiled to herself gently. I felt Edward stiffen Далее to me.
"What is it?" I mouthed I felt my eyebrows pul together in mystification, as he shook his head it must have been bad then what she was thinking.
"Move it I don't have all день and neither do your family." She cackled like a witch on halloween.
I fought back a snarl- that was out of line and Jane seemed the type who would use your family against Ты in a fight.
"She was thinking about the tortures they had put Esme and Carlisle through. They let them get- Ты remember how thirsty Ты were before...
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posted by mars15
I hate when Ты walk away from me
because I'm always scared that Ты won't be come back
I hate every time i see you
because i always melt like ice scream on sun
I hate every time when I'm not seeing you
because i always think where are you
I hate that you're always in my head
because i can't think about anything else but you
I hate when Ты don't talk with me
because i always think that i did something wrong
I hate that i always try to impress you
but it's like Ты don't see that
I hate every time Ты touch me instinctively
because Ты always make me want to hold you,to Kiss you
I hate every time Ты talk...
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posted by FalliNgSparks
Here I spread the Цвета of my life

They sound like a tune of fife


They always closed me in a dark room

I put on my headphones, enjoyed & played the boom


It's so boring to just see the sky

Today I decided I'll go and fly


Eveyones mind is full of depressions

But mine is full of imaginations


I changed the dark night into shining sequins

And the heap into beautiful fragrance


I don't want Ты to make my hair a mess

Cause I'm wearing the tiara to be a princess


My passion, my obsession, my desire

Don't interfere in between или I'll blow Ты up with flames of fire