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posted by hgfan5602
I'm up all the time now.
Head up
Shoulders back
Legs slightly apart
Back straight.

I walk into the exam room,
Knowing inside my heart
That the ones who fear
Are the ones who do not succeed.

I sit down.
Confident,
I start my song
Of utmost elegance.

I use all my power
And strength.
I use all the dynamics in the world,
I use everything everyone's brought me.
I use all the good that everyone
Has дана me
In my life.

Time goes slowly by.
I feel myself going along with the beat.
I am entranced in my own song.
It feels better than ever before.

I am done.
I walk over to the judges,
Shaking each hand.
I feel a sense of pride in my heart,
Knowing that I have done it now.
I truly have.
MONTH 12, DECEMBER 28, THE день SADAO IS TO DIE
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I ran away before Sadao woke up, taking my scythe with me. I was to be away from him all day, anyways. I walked around the town, looking for something to do until 1:10.

I really don't understand why I had to spy on him, he dies either way.

I just jumped around from rooftop to rooftop, watching Болталка people on the street. I ended up doing this until noon, which is when I decided to follow Sadao. He did things that a regular person would do, went to the bank, bought some groceries, went out to eat, etcetera, etcetera, etcetera....
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posted by dragonwriter
As light fades the brightest of souls can even be turned to do the darkest of things. As time time pushes вперед the mind and body of an individual changes for either good или bad. the decisions they make and the things they do will stick with them forever. I was told this many years назад by a wise old man that fortold my future. He сказал(-а) "the one with the dragon soul is not alone in the world he knows." After being told this it left me nothing but confused but i had a feeling that it wouldn't be the last time i heard of it.
God's Остаться в живых Child 
Chapter 2: An Indefinite Prisoner Of War 

"Unbelievable! Un-fucking-believable."
A nerdy blonde cussed as he stormed  through the upper deck of Sovereign, his hands raised above his head in protest. 
"Oh, let's put Baird in charge of the rookie! Since he's busy anyway. Let's just give him еще shit to do, that's easier on us!"
He continued to fume violently as Nicole followed a безопасно, сейф distance behind. The rest of Delta Squad had dispersed to their cabins to change into their night attire. Baird had been chosen to school the rookie, thanks to his big mouth.  After a bit of sighing...
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In this series of guides, I'll be Показ Ты the best techniques for Письмо your story. These are tried-and-true techniques, and they work.
First up: characters. Every story has characters. We all know that. But what Ты may not realize is that some portions of a character need not be mentioned. Why spend three pages on your character's dimples if they have nothing to do with the plot? In order to keep your readers hooked, Ты have to yourself to things that are involved with the plot.
Before Ты decide on a plot, Ты should get to know each of your characters. After all, you're telling...
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posted by PhoenixRoyale
This is another poem that I have written. It was inspired by some Комментарии about stuffed animals/plushies on Youtube being people's friends. Enjoy.
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The Stuffed Animal.
To some, they are stupid.
They are useless.
They are disgusting little balls of fluff.

Those people think that it's necessary
to pick on the innocence of others
for having a collection of their own.
They poke fun, they tease, they even insult.

They target that person's age.
Sometimes even their gender.
They think they need to grow up.
They think these fluffy plushies are meant for babies.

But to those innocent people,
the ones who are quite...
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posted by shenelopefan
Dañada

Estoy quebrada. Lo que soy es lo que necesitas. Mi corazón se rompió mucho tiempo atrás, pero no me importó. En ti deposité toda mi esperanza. En ti proyecté, todo lo que odiaba de mí misma y traté de curarte.

Estoy dañada. ¿Qué no lo ves? A tu sola disposición estoy ¿No es así? ¿No ha sido siempre así?

Pero tú también estás dañado. Quizás más que yo. Yo quiero arreglarte, cuidarte, hacerte ver lo importante que eres y lo valioso que tú no ves en ti mismo. Quiero que veas lo mismo que yo veo en ti. Quiero que sepas lo importante que eres para mí.

Soy un desastre....
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posted by shenelopefan
La parte prohibida del parque

"La depresión es la que guía, la alegría es la que llega"

En la ciudad dónde yo vivía de niña, había un parque en dónde siempre pasaba las tardes con mis amigos. Éramos un grupito de niñas y niños que nos juntábamos a jugar en ronda, cantábamos canciones que no tenían sentido (casi nuestro propio idioma, de hecho) y recorríamos todo el parque jugando a las escondidillas.

Bueno, no todo el parque porque había una a la que los adultos no les gustaba que vayamos. Era un sector tan lleno de árboles que, desde afuera parecía una selva en medio de un parque...
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posted by alejpatv
    The light of the огонь faded as I got further into the forest. I jumped over roots and ducked under branches that threatened to whip my face. I ran as hard as I could. To escape, I had to keep my sister безопасно, сейф and fulfill the wish of the village chief. My tears already used and dried, but the pain in my сердце still wouldn’t leave. An emptiness had taken hold where my safety and secure feelings had once been.
    On the edges of my vision, I saw a flash. I skidded to a stop and looked to where I thought I had seen it. There was a clearing where the full...
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The room is silent, as always. Nothing can be heard, aside from the soft rasp of pencil on paper. Words take form, joining various thoughts into one whole. On the outside, nothing is different from the average writer. To find what sets me apart, we must look deeper than the surface.
Inside my mind, Обои and ideas race about, sometimes colliding, sometimes not. This whirlwind is composed of everything I know, read, seen, heard, или thought of. It is here that my greatest works begin to form.
To Показать how thw whiirlwind works, let us have an example. During practice for spring track, I noticed...
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posted by Lord_Anubis
If Ты mates like it, comment, I'll make еще if anyone notices it =3

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''Oi, Ты guys! What are Ты doin'?!'' screamed a brown haired boy from the street.
''Mind your own business and go back under your momma's skirt, или you'll get some too!'' replied the tallest boy on playground, probably the leader of the rest 4 boys.
5 of them were teasing one small boy, taking away from him candies and ruining his game on playground. The brown haired boy frowned with his black eyes and started walking towards them.
''You scum really have guts! 5 tall Собаки on 1 small...
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posted by dragonsmemory
The Eden Chronicles is the Фэнтези series I am currently working on. As the series is in progress, I decided to add a club here, allowing you, Reader, to tell me your thoughts.
In Письмо the series, I decided to document the entire history of Eden. I called this place Eden because it is where the spirits of dead Животные and plants are taken. No humanspirit has ever been pure enough to come here. Eden is a true paradise.
The first book, A Little Bit еще Than Love, takes place toward the end of Eden's history. Later in the series, I hope to explain the past. Once I get caught up, I will then...
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If we go threw our universe, we come on end of it. Our eyes see it like shadow, it’s cold and slimy, but if we are enough careful, we will see…
…we will se nothing. Our eyes aren’t made to see this material; like mice can not see glass, we can’t see this material called Transparent Dust или Samíbi like human–shape being call it.
They are almost like people. Difference is just in hair and body language. It’s maybe impossible how any person can have different body language than you, but these beings called Pobabs have. When they are happy they lie down on belly, close their eyes and...
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posted by Kimi4312
Chapter 3: Here It Goes Again.
Roxana woke up one night to hear a loud howl outside her window, she slided herself out of постель, кровати with her covers wrapped around her, she walked toward the window and saw a somewhat a large white волк outside, watching her then it turned its head to hear other Волки howling, the white волк runs off to follow the howl, Roxana felt like she knew that волк for a long time, Roxana walked back to her постель, кровати and lies down, but she couldn't sleep, she kept tossing and turning but she couldn't sleep, she sat up, grab her wallet and pull out a фото of a beautiful, pale-skinned,...
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posted by Kimi4312
Chapter 1: Don't Change Me.
A young and beautiful succubus named Roxana opened her green eyes as she sees the sun flooded her dark room with lights from her windows, she sat up in her twin bed, the mattress was tan and her covers were Шоколад brown color, she pulled herself out of the постель, кровати and throws on her black tank top, then she slipped on her jeans on her long and beautiful legs, Roxana then walked in her bathroom and brushed her long red hair slowly as she stares at herself in the mirrior, she put her brush on the sink and walked outside, as she walks, she turns around as she feels like...
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We were builders. We were builders, fighters, scholars, but еще importantly, friends. When the Government took all our rights away, our food, money, our culture, we allied ourselves against it. But they had a machine. A machine that could sail the seas and air. It was called, The Oppresive. The Oppresive forced us underground, making us creatures of the very soil they walk on. But it is time for our revolution. We have a great machine, bigger than the Oppresive, and stronger than it. It will trample them like a boy tramples grass. No resistance at all, we are sure of it. We are ready. We have...
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posted by DarrenGruch
Ever since my family died down to be just me.... I`ve been alone since they died in a car accident. I got out fine (only with cuts and a migrane), but they died. I now live with my grandpa... but he doesn't get me..... I cut my self, dresss diffrently, and never really talk.

4 days after the funeral for my family.... I became Emo. But the день my Family died, something changed within me..... something good went rotten.
My Grandpa see's it, but ignores my pain and anger... only if that drunk driver that hit us was sober and never... spun out of control. Some день I hope his сердце gives out and he dies in jail.

Does any one feel the same?
posted by noahnstar1616
"Are okay, V?" Francine was checking me for bruises.

"I'm fine."

"We're so telling the principal." Zoey grabbed my arm.

"No, it's okay. She didn't hurt me." I rubbed my arm where Mercury dug her nails in. She didn't leave permanent marks.

"What happened?" They both waited for my response.

I told them how Mercury knew that I felt something when Cameron was visiting me in the hospital. How she knew I was trying to get him back. How I saw her eyes glowing red, like a sea witch's eyes when angry.

"You know what this means, right?" Francine and I waited for Zoey's answer. "That Mercury is the sea witch...
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posted by gumball789
I live in my opinion possibly the most ghetto town in the United States, Pittsburgh. People have been committing suicide all over town. Population all over town has been decreasing, fast. Some of my Друзья were so depressed that they were thinking about "joining the crowd". I wouldn't live without my friends. I don't want my Друзья to go as well as my mom and dad. Yes, I'm an orphan. I've been an orphan for about three weeks. My Друзья have disappeared. I think they went to Clarion; but I could be wrong. There have been tons of fights at my school. Most of the people that were committing suicide were middle school and high school aged. I was getting really tired really fast. I climbed up in a дерево and found a comfortable spot and fell asleep. Далее thing I knew, I was tied up on a pole.







Sorry for cliffhangers....
posted by DxCFan123
I came back to reality when she mentioned coming home. "N-N-No it's fine, I can go Главная by myself" I сказал(-а) to her
"Come on! It's OK with me!" she сказал(-а) and pulled me out of the hospital and forced me to tell her the way home. I told her to stop when we arrived in the cemetary. "My house it just down there" I said, pointing down the улица, уличный to some houses.
"No one has lived in that house for years, Sam. They're still all for sale, too." she said, glaring at me through her slit eyes. She turned around and pushed me through the large gates causing me to almost fall over a headstone. Suprisingly, I...
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posted by DxCFan123
.. my little sister Leaisl. B-B-But the image wasn't from my eyes, no. From her eyes at my... my funeral

'Sam is very peaceful, Mama. I would Любовь to be like her' I said, twirling Samantha's hair around my finger
'Lea, she's-' сказал(-а) Kevin
'She doesn't know!!' Grandma hissed back
'Know about what?'
'That Sammie is in a state of peace. To be like her, Ты must disconnect from the li- I mean, outside world. Are Ты willing to do this?'

Godfather волк stepped out of the shadows behind us and into the light. He stared at me with his one eye, the other bandaged. 'I-I-I am not sure. I will think about it,...
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