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Чтение to oneself is a modern activity which was almost unknown to the scholars of the classical and medieval worlds,while during the fifteenth century the term 'reading' undoubtedly meant Чтение aloud.Only during the nineteenth century did silent Чтение become commonplace.

One should be wary,however,of assuming that silent Чтение came about simply because Чтение aloud was a distraction to others.Examinations of factors related to the historical development of silent Чтение have revealed that it became the usual mode of Чтение for most adults mainly because the tasks themselves changed in character.

The last cnetury saw a steady gradual increase in literacy and thus in the number of readers.As the number of readers increased,the number of potential listeners declined and thus there was some reducion in the need to read aloud.As Чтение for the benefit of listeners grew less common,so came the flourishing of Чтение as a private activity in such public places as libraries,railway carriages and offices,where Чтение aloud would cause distraction to other readers.

Towards the end of the century,there was still considerable argument over whether Книги should be used for information или treated respectfully and over whether the Чтение of materials such as newspapers was in some way mentally weakening.Indeed,this argument remains with us still in education.However,whatever its virtues,the old shared literacy culture had gone and was replaced by the printed mass media on the one hand and by Книги and periodicals for a specialised readership on the other.

By the end of the twentieth century,students were being recommended to adopt attitudes to Книги and to use Чтение skills which were inappropriate,if not impossible,for the oral reader.The social,cultural and technological changes in the century had greatly altered what the term 'reading' implied.
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posted by zanhar1
Really old thing I dug up. Because I was reminded of it.

Elise stood before two paths. Upland trail, read the sign, rickety and made of moss eaten and decaying wood. And Downback Thickets, indicated its sister sign.
What a lonely, bleak place, Elise pondered. She looked skyward. The surrounding trees were rather intrusive, blocking her view of the foggy-quartz sky.
She nudged at a rock with her big toe.
Her big toe?!
“Where are my shoes?” She muttered aloud. When had she Остаться в живых them? How hadn’t she noticed the mud squishing between her toes? She looked over the ground.
No sign of her Uggs anywhere....
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Bullets fly through the air at a man behind a car. He rolls from the car to an alley avoiding the gun огонь and makes a run for a motorcycle on the other side. Once getting there he pulls a .44 out of a saddle bag on the side and takes off as fast as it can go. No sooner than he hit the throttle the force was on him once again with heavy огонь whizzing past his head. With them picking up speed he starts avoiding the incoming traffic hoping they continue to miss. He pulls the .44 from the кобура and fires a few shots back. He turns back and holsters the gun and tries to stay ahead. After a few еще blocks a крейсер gets beside him and shoots his back tire. The bike loses control and as he tries to turn it flings him off into the side of a parked car. With some broken ribs and a banged up leg and tries to run but hits the ground as an officer tackles him.
posted by para-scence
Inspired by the song, "Circle" by Flyleaf. :)

"His сердце ripped out to Показать me he loved me, but I wouldn't believe him. He did all that he could, I still would not believe him!"




I sat on the school bench, my head in my hands. The whole world was spinning, and I couldn't keep my balance. My сердце was encased in a thick glass of guilt. Nothing I could ever do would change this...

He had told me he loved me.

But he was my best friend; he couldn't feel that way about me. It just wasn't meant to be...

So I'd pushed it off. I'd laughed, and joked around with him about it. He seemed to go along with...
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posted by edwardsca
    It was a cold winter morning. The wind was a cold, быстрый, стремительный, свифт breeze. I was upstairs in my room turning page by page reading.I went down to eat my warm, golden biscuits on the old cracked wooden table. I went to go get the bucket and some water to wash up, the bucket was broken and the water was freezing cold like the rough winter nights. After my refreshing bath I went to go get dressed, I put on my рубашка which was red as my own dear mother's вишня sweet lips. I zipped up my юбка it was black like the midnight sky, and buckled my black shoes. I was walking down the dirt...
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Well,he walked up to me and he asked me if I wanted to dance.
He looked kind of nice so I сказал(-а) I might take a chance.
When he danced he held me tight
And when he walked me Главная that night
All the stars were shining bright
And then he kissed me.

Each time I saw him I couldn't wait to see him again
I wanted to let him know that he was еще than a friend
I didn't know just what to do
So I whispered " I Любовь you"
And he сказал(-а) that he loved me too
And then he kissed me.
He kissed me in a way that I've never been kissed before,
he kissed me in a way that I wanna be kissed forever more.

I knew that he was mine so I gave him all the Любовь that I had
And one день he took me Главная to meet his mum and his dad
Then he asked me to be his bride
And always be right by his side
I felt so happy I almost cried
And then he kissed me.
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Home of the freely and Justified
On a cold, dreary evening
Sleep was improbable
Emerging from my bed
Like a delicate butterfly
Raindrops pouring on my smooth, darkened window.
Pondering miraculous thoughts
About being a teen in America

Freedom to express myself as an individual
I want to relinquish my profound story
Being a teenager with freedom is
Hopeful
Rewarding
Honorable
Desirable

The past is behind me, the future is just beyond my grasp

Learning to be flawless through life's experiences

Having the pleasure to persue my ambitious talent

Being a teen in America simply is my stepping
stone to future greatness.
The only sound that could be heard in the large hospital of Melbourne was the continuous beeps from the room in which Jamie's daughter lay.

The white walls and the bright yellow lights were too much for Jamie too take and the Вопрос which he dreaded to ask himself filled his head. First of all why is my precious Stephanie in here? Nothings wrong with her she stayed at Ashley's all weekend. What could have happened? and secondly why hasn't that receptionist stopped staring at me. She hasn't looked away since i sat down.
Jamie looked down at his watch, it was eight in the morning. He had been...
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posted by joe-edwardfan
Black moon
Edward left me. edward left me. I couldn’t cope with it how could he leave me? he loved me didn’t he? I was subbing so hard that I couldn’t breath I was picturing his hard emotionless face when he told me he never loved me или wanted me every time I thought about him I subbed harder, my hole body was shaking, it was raining and my hole body was wet I was freezing but I didn’t care I rather die than live without him.im crazy the guy left me and I don’t want to live without him!
My body was freezing and my head was about to explode when I heard someone calling my name
-Bella,Bella,Bella….....
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posted by Cutebutcrazy--
My name is Gennive Mason.
I am 13 years old.
And oh yeah. I'm the last vampirehunter alive.
You pobally think it's so cool. " Oh yeah she's the last vampire hunter alve. Ты must be everyones hero." Wrong. No one and I repeat no one can know about me или Вампиры или warer Волки или shape- shifters или witches. Ты see it goes against code. The sacred code of all night creatures even I have to fallow it или I'm dead. By law it says if a vampire hunter tells anyone about the night creatuures they send some one then it's bye-bye hunter. Lovley isn't it. I find it kinda ironic. My job is to find and...
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posted by floraisbest1
Then the guard gives (flora, musa, aisha, nabu, riven, and helia food).

diana's guard: here is some Еда (specifaclly leaves)

flora: dont Ты think diana was way to specific, she told her friends.

(everyone starts eating except for flora)

helia: whats wrong flora arent Ты going to eat something.

flora: dont Ты guys think that guard was way to specific with our food.

nabu: your right but why would diana put something in the food? she obviously wants to talk to us and we need our strength или we'll starve to death.

flora: im still not eating

aisha: flora please dont be stubborn

flora: im not being stubborn...
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I awoke a couple of hours later. I looked around for the old man but he was nowhere ti be found. I got out of the постель, кровати and starting walking to the front door to see if he went outside. When I opened the door there was nothing but black. When I turned back around he was standing there.
"Where were Ты going? Ты need your rest so go back and lay down." He went to grab my arm to lead me back to the постель, кровати but I pulled away. "My name is Shaun so stop calling me boy old man. I don't need to lay down, I need to go." As I turned back to the door he grabbed my arm. "Go where? Ты have nowhere to go....
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( Hi I am here with another story. In this where ever is ‘I’ please consider yourself there )
Mei was busy with her laptop, Tia and Rocket were sitting in a corner D’jok and Thank were enjoying funny performance of Micro Ice. Ahito was sleeping and I was sitting in one corner waiting for Sinned. There was a loud sound coming from another room. Arch was scolding Sinned for his deeds he did in match. When he came he was a bit angry but when I went there he looked with his caring eyes and сказал(-а) “hey l’ll sis I’ll come to take you. Till then live here coz my life is kinda unsettled…”...
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posted by inexplicable
I ran against the wind which came contrary to me.
I ran against the wind which approached me till I adhered to the parapet panting. Hardly anybody was еще in the park although it was rather warmly and still not at all so dark. The sun just set and the water under me turned orange-red now. I needed a while, before I came to the quiet, then I did not медведь it any еще and the tears forced her way. I knew that she lied. I knew that this not corresponded to the truth what she had сказал(-а) to me. I did not have any proof for it but I could feel that there was something wrong. I did not want any more....
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posted by teamphantom
I’ll never forget the день I had encountered a ghosts with my best friends. And I will be happy to share that story with you.
It was August 20th exactly one week before the start of middle school. My best friend Alex and I sat outside on the curb and ate our half melted клубника ice cream on a cone. It must’ve been 95 degrees outside because we could feel our sweet dripping off our faces. We didn’t say much because the calefaction made us not want to be social. We sat there in silence and licked our ice cream.
“What do Ты think middle school will be like, Collin?” Alex broke the...
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