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posted by BellaSwan636
Serena

I sat with Tia and her friends, but I could feel Shaun's stare.

After school, I was in a hurry to get in my car, so I didn't see him coming as I fumbled for my keys.

"Serena, how strongly are Ты opposed to seeing a movie with me this weekend?" he asked.

I looked up, at first not believing what I was hearing. I was aware that it was Thursday. Very aware.

"Unopposed," I said, so happy. Inexplicably happy, as I met his eyes. They weren't black, just a very dark brown.

"I'll pick Ты up," he said.

"Come to this address," I said, scrawling my улица, уличный and house number on a piece of paper my hands had reached when I was searching for my elusive car keys. I added my number, saying,"and here's my number."

I was so incredibly happy as I handed him the piece of paper.

"Here's mine," he сказал(-а) softly, Письмо his own number down on the other half of the paper, tearing it and handing me the half he'd written on.

Tia

She'd сказал(-а) yes!

I was waiting in my car "conveniently" parked three down from Serena's.

And it was all thanks to me.

It was turning out to be a better день than I hoped for.

I smiled smugly to myself as I pulled out of the parking space.
posted by BiteMeCullen107
I could hear the TV on and I could smell the coffee. I wasn’t sure if I was dreaming или if I was just hallucinating over the fact that the man that has been stalking me, for what seems like my whole life, was in my apartment.
    I must be dreaming, my subconscious must have heard the TV on and brought that thought into my dream along with the coffee I made yesterday morning it must still be stuck in the air and did the same to my dream.
    I stretched my muscles, I was really stiff. It must have been because I got a lot of exercise yesterday at the...
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Another день at another life, I thought to myself as I walked home. I won’t go all Эмо about it and tell Ты my life sucks, because to Ты it would most likely be heaven. My family is rich, I am in the Популярное group every girl in my school is obsessed with my brother. Everything about me is picture perfect, my looks. I have wavy blonde hair to die for; my eyes were very light green almost yellow. I was slender I had always been. And to вверх it all I have a jock boyfriend, I know how cliché. I let out a deep sigh once I looked at the clock, it was nearly...
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Some people weren't meant to be born. Some families are not to be made That's why there are hunters. Hunters take care of this problem

Alex Grazer walked down the dark wet hallway with his arms full of wood for his family. His hair against his neck was standing up because of fear and the freezing temperature. Little did he know what was behind him would hurt his life forever.
Alex stopped walking and looked around on all sides of the hallway. He had his knockout spray by his flashlight at Главная so if anybody attacked he would be doomed. In a single быстрый, стремительный, свифт motion of somethings arm Alex hit the...
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Darkness whispered outside, and frosty stars sparkled in the windows. Bits of fake snow and glitter were scattered here and there, with crumpled-up programs lying in the pews and the last strains of “Joy to the World” echoing in my head. The Рождество концерт was over, and my family was off in the reception hall snarfing down sugar печенье with everyone else. Normally I’d be with her (I have an awful sweet tooth)...but this time, something had told me to stay behind.

I glanced around the sanctuary one last time. The dim lighting combined with Christmas-sparkle gave everything a sort of...
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The день Before Christmas

        The день before Рождество my whole life changed. Time stopped as snow fell. People cried but I didn’t feel any pain. I was full of a sadness that swallowed me whole. I was numb.

    I remember waking up that day, happy and excited. It was the last день before Рождество and I was going shopping. I had just received my license and was quickly becoming independent. My wheels were everything. I searched the house but my parents were gone. I figured they were already out preparing for tomorrow. It was still...
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This Статья contains suggestions for basic practices for being a good writer, and was last edited on 12 June 2009 (to add the admonition about backups).

How to be a Better Writer
If you're Чтение this, chances are that Ты are interested in being a Good Writer: someone who is able to write well and convey ideas effectively through text. Note that we are not talking about being a Successful Writer here, nor a Widely-Read Writer; those are separate concerns. Before Ты worry about who's going to read your Письмо или what Ты can get out of your writing, Ты should concern yourself with making...
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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 America. It’s really 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 for my three months...
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posted by gossipgirlxoxo
I woke up in my постель, кровати Thor was there sitting by me. “What happened?” I сказал(-а) in a confused tone. “You fainted. Now what’s going?” he had control in his voice. “None of your business” I сказал(-а) getting out of bed, he backed off until I reached for the door handle. His hand was holding my arm. “Tell me” his tone was threatening. “Let go of me!” I said, I didn’t struggle he just let go. Me and Thor were always getting into fights and only once did it ever got physical. We were in Paris. He was training me. I never had taken orders from him and I never will. “I will get it out...
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♥ I've always mused about this significant quandary!
Here are some of the provided words that are in the English Dictionary and no other words rhyme with them.

It is sometimes сказал(-а) that the words:

orange, purple, and silver ♥ are the only words which rhyme with no other words.


♥ Non-rhyming English words of two syllables или fewer

миндальный, миндаль

aspirin

bachelor

chaos

chimney

circus

different (whether pronounced as two- или three-syllable word)

film

hostage

javelin

justice (only rhymes with proper nouns)

laundry

luggage

monster

месяц

citrus

office

оливковый, оливковое

оранжевый (only rhymes with proper nouns)

pint

пингвин

пицца

promise (only rhymes with proper nouns)

purple

shadow

silver

transfer

vacuum
posted by jasperwhlover
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Chapter 3

Now, Serenity on a happier note was learning how to defend herself and about Exorcism she wanted to help Father Bartholomew, even though she was forced by the church to conform to the earthly practices like everyone else and to hide her wings, Father Bartholomew encouraged her heavenly attributes, he made wings, of feathers, waxed together, they were perfect, and everyday, he would teach her to fly as she forgot how because of the number of years that she spent conforming to the earth. Father Bartholomew raised Serenity like a daughter, a few years later, when she...
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posted by iluvtheshow
Эй, Mom,
It's been a while
Since Ты sat Далее to me,
Since I saw Ты smile
I miss Ты Mom
I wish Ты were here
Giving me kisses
Holding me near
I can still see Ты Mom,
the laughing happy you
Not the ill broken women
Who broke my сердце in two
I'll always remember Mom,
Ты taught me well
To do good things,
And with Honesty tell
I'm telling Ты Mom
Losing Ты killed me
Laying a rose on your casket
Trying hard to be
Strong.
That's what Ты were Mom,
Strong.
In everything Ты said
In everything Ты did
So now I'll be just that
Strong like a mother, not like a kid


I wrote this in honor of any child who has ever Остаться в живых a parent.
Chapter Three

At the kitchen, wondering when Michael will be coming down and have breakfast with his wife and children, Jamie was at the stove, making some еще блины and was so into her thinking of Michael that she hadn’t heard a little voice calling out to her “Mama, Mama.” Jamie was still thinking about him for a few еще секунды until she felt a little hand tugging at the end of her shirt. Turning around and looking down to see who was tugging the end of her t-shirt, she saw her oldest child, Mac standing Далее to her and staring at her mother with her brown eyes, giving her that...
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posted by BiteMeCullen107
I was half asleep half awake lying on my stomach. I could feel Jason’s cold fingers slowly moving up and down my bare back. He was humming a lullaby but I didn’t know what it was.
“Do Ты still want to know my secret?” he asked in a soothing tone. It didn’t help that his voice so soft that it made it harder to stay awake. “Sure.” I сказал(-а) moving closer to him.
“I’ve none Ты before Ты were born.” He paused a second. Probably to make sure I wasn’t going to freak out. “I was Друзья with your mother before Ты were even born before your mother met your father. I met her...
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I winded the car window down; I could smell the fresh air, it was peaceful. My name is Katelyn Peers, I’m sixteen years old and I have never met my parents. The only family member I have ever known is my brother, Sam, he is my age, his my twin and usually twins are meant to have a bond, there is no bond for us, the only reason he puts up with me is because of our father, I have never met him, but Sam has, and for some reason he has respect for the man. I used to go to Down пересекать, крест academy for girls that were until I ran away a год назад with Sam. I turned to see Sam driving the car; his long...
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posted by dragonrider
My name is Starr Makenzie and I'm from the future. Don't laugh at me! It's true. I was born on May 8th 2099. I am currently 16 years old but I am in 2009 right now. I read in my book that 2009 was an interesting год for politics and for the economy. I wanted to come here for a couple of reasons but I can't tell Ты why.
"Starr Makenzie!" My math teacher Mr. Howards yells at me "Pay attention!"
I look up from doodling and see everybody staring at me. They are all just jealous that I'm the only one getting an A+. I'm actually a really smart person but I don't pay attention in class anymore because...
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Ch.8 is finally here!!!! This chapter is a little different because of one little thing.

*Jamie and Sean are going to be communicating by a little, wonderful thing called the Internet!*

Chapter Eight[b]

For the Далее four days, Jamie and Sean had bonded pretty well and becoming friends, closer and closer every time they saw each other.

Every morning, when Jamie can get anytime alone to herself after suffering through hell with the kids, she went to the front steps to drink her cup of coffee and just relax until she can hear Sean’s pacing when he runs and before getting to his house Далее door,...
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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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My wide brown eyes glanced around the Bridgewell high school lunchbox and all I saw was the same thing as everyday. The "cool" group, my group, all sitting in the same spot. The middle of the lunchbox, drawing all attention on us with our screaming and giggling. It would usually be me starting the scenes but now I see differently. What’s the point with all the makeup, the new outfit each день and the teasing of the smart kids. I don't want to be this girl anymore, I hate her.
Just at that moment Catherine and Amanda walk past. The smart kids, the ones who care what grades they get and now...
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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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