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posted by coolkatstar
Her hair were twisted into a braid,
She sat there thinking of what she craved,
It occured to her that it was a book,
She longed for a hot cup of tea,
That she could talk and could be free,
How could she escape the cruel lady,
Who made her to fade,
She worked for her all день and night,
the thing that made it bearable was the terrible fright,
She felt like she was alone in this world,
She wanted a friend she could share the grief with,
Her mind felt twisted with the dread,
All she wanted was a fresh Peice of Bread,
She looked out of the window,
She was what seemed like a tiny shadow,
The girl screamed for her right,
Eventhough it was the middle of a dark night,
A short heighted man noticed her,
He seemed like an angel,
He looked at her and сказал(-а) to wait,
He just wanted to break the gate,
He came back with a wooden spare,
then broke the barrior she couldnt bear,
The first time all she had were tears of joy,
only because of the little boy,
the world outside was еще than she imagined,
she had a little friend to accompany her,
Even when the days passed she sat with him,
telling the stories then didnt last,
She had now everything she possibly needed,
A friend, Some Книги and a garden with fragrance,
she never thought that the freedom would come,
but now she sat with a smiling face,
All she got was what she always craved,
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posted by coriann
The maid was our friend, we used to talk to her about everything. She was a black, African American woman, fairly old, mildly chubby. She usually wore a jeans and anything she felt comfortable in and a plain white фартук and head tie. We introduced her to the cult master but she refused, even though she liked him. We saw her in the mall, talking by the phone booth. Everyone walked by but i stayed and waited to talk to her. I smiled every time I saw her, and it usually lingered on until a while after she was gone.
Mrs Sami stood there talking on the phone, she saw me. She smiled and waved and...
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posted by POPclogger216
I had originally planned doing this for A Choice, with the song sort of depicting what happened, but I decided not to. So, picture this as any couple/ people Ты want, whether they’re form the story, your own, или whoever. Merry Christmas!

I do not own the song, nor (most likely) the plot.

~*~

Two friends; nothing more, nothing less. One, who had never had snow in her Рождество memories before, and the other, who had lived with white Christmases most of his life. This is a story of friendship, laughter, a hint of love, and a few memories being made.

~*~

Sleigh bells ring, are Ты listening?
In the...
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Hiya! I'm Rose and I'm gonna tell Ты guys a story about magic mischief and fun! It all started on a Saturday in Spring. I was on my porch swinging in the hammock and Чтение a book when I saw a twinkle in the corner of my eye. I just shrugged it off and continued reading. Then I saw it again. So I got up and walked around looking for it. I saw it again so I ran towards it and it moved so of course like any 11 год old would do I followed it. It was still moving so I ran faster and it moved faster and faster. So I ran even faster then it disappeared and I looked around to see where I was at...
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No one please make this your own book cause im already doing that and im posting this up casue im gonna see what other people think about it.

In the secret, almost spirit world of Viver (pronounced like viper), there is this very abberant boy name Eduardo. He was the disgrace of everyone in SA1 (secret area 1). He would get in fights from toddlers to the eddlers. Anyone who fought with him (Eduardo started the fights), would get in trouble. One time he fought with the most smartest kid in all of Viver. The leaders of SA1 decided that the smartest kid would be banished (by banished in their world...
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“Even as a child I had a wild imagination. A younger child, I should say. I’m only sixteen now, so I could be considered a child to some. Oh, by the way, my name is Sarah Way. I live in a small town called Ammarion. It’s a growing town found in Idaho. It’s in Idaho, if that tells Ты anything.” Sarah began. “I’m here to tell Ты my story. I know Ты are skeptical about magic, but Ты won’t be after hearing my story.”
    I’d like to drag Ты back in time with me. We only need to go back to last summer. School had just gotten out and I had ample plans...
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posted by coriann
The window. It was open ever so slightly. If I could just slide through without making any sounds I could do this. And I did. I fell onto the concrete bit of floor with no railings. The sun was out now. Shining bright. I looked down, way down, way down at the light green trees in the car park. Just then I got an idea (the car park)
A police car flew by. Moss green with its black and brown spots and broad wings. I took a glance at the pistols. Guns, that's what i needed. But how was I supposed to get down from there? The police car flew closer. I knew what I had to do. I got up and shook myself...
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posted by amethyst44
I was born, yet I felt as though I lived before.

I breathed, though I struggled for the air that would keep me sane.

I ate Еда and drink, but I still craved for more.

I slept, but I was still awake and pulsing with energy inside.

I made my first friend, but I knew I would have to say goodbye sometime.

I felt fear, even though my head was streaming with it already beforehand.

I felt joy, yet my body ached of pain and sorrow.

I wept, but my tears tasted of sweet wine instead of seasalt.

I ran through the light of the morning sun, though my spirit raced into the wild night.

I dreamed of Герои and happiness, knowing however that it was an illusion upon waking up.

I looked into eyes of beauty, only to see them wash away the Далее day.

I fell weak and frail, but my spirit strengthened the loss.

I reached for hands of help, only to have them drag me down.

I closed my eyes, to see the light.

...to thus being born again...
posted by Pirate_4_life
Chapter one

Her mind replayed the images. The dark eyes staring into hers, his hair hanging over his forehead. The soft curve of his mouth as he whispered the inaudible words. The same guy that had filled her dreams for the last week and a half. Her thoughts completely focused on trying to figure out what those words were, and еще importantly who he was. Usually she could always place a name with a face yet here she drew a complete blank. Maybe, she decided, he doesn’t even exist. It was only a dream after all. A figment of her imagination created to distract her from the far from exciting...
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posted by juicyjossy9
1. Practice kindness and gratitude with everyone, including yourself, everywhere and every day, it's great for the soul!
2. The most important sex organ is the brain.
3. Life is too short to waste time hating anyone.
4. Don't take yourself so seriously. No one else does.
5. We all have been born. We all have to die. What's in between is up to us to create.
6. Ты don't have to win every argument. Agree to disagree.
7. Cry with someone. It's еще healing than crying alone.
8. Stop listening to the words you've heard, no one but yourself will agree with Ты more.
9. Save for retirement starting...
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posted by kayleebabee
umm Эй, guys sorry i have not Опубликовано anything in so long I got major Письмо block and had to wait untill all of my expertise came back to me.

I seek a release
from the pain that I feel
Inside my сердце there is only
Anger, betrayal and sadness!

Lonliness is a terrible thing
with no-one to see the state that Im in
my head is spinning think im gonna be sick
oh please god
send me someone I can relate to

I cant trust my mum shes to far gone
cant trust my dad hes just an жопа, попка
If i cant trust my family who can i trust?

Inside my chest is a hole
where my сердце once was
My mum cruelly tore it out
and then stamped all over it!
I was only a child
burdened with adult responsibilities!

and inside that hole
If Ты can see past all of the scars
Ты will see my suppresed heart!
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