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I could feel no pain what so ever, I couldn’t talk или move, though I could hear ever thing being said. “Her сердце rate is dropping!” and then I heard a long buzz. “We have to get her сердце beating again или she’s going to die.” I could hear my grandfather panicking because it was me his first grandchild, here dieing. I could feel Jacob’s tension. He wouldn’t let go of my hand unless my grandfather asked for something then he grabbed it again.
    I could feel seven pare of eyes on me. I could hear crying not dry crying but from my babies. It was weird I didn’t know what they were doing.
    “What are Ты doing we have to save Ты she can’t die.” I could hear Jacob getting mad and that wasn’t good. I started to feel things again my grandfather was stitching my stomach up.
    “Jacob I don’t want to stop either but I know that she’s not coming back.” “Not human but can’t Ты change her.” My grandfather stopped and I could feel his sadness dripping from him. “It’s to late, trust me you’re not the only one who’s upset about this.” He finished stitching up my stomach and turned around. I could sense every thing.
    That dream about my Дети and Jacob in the living room, I could see it again but I could only see it I couldn’t hear anything but what was happening in the reality world. But I could feel everything, the tarring in my throat from screaming, the pulling me down in the dark. I could feel the coldness around me from the bottom of the ocean. I could feel my feel hit the silky sand and then pulled down again.
    Then every think went blank again.
    I could see it was blurry but I could see better then before, a lot better then before. My vision was fine I could see the dust in the air. I could smell the blood it was so much stronger then before I was pregnant, I could smell the salty tears coming from the babies. I was able to hear the slightest move. I heard the blankets being folded around the babies, that’s how good my hearing was.
I was able to Переместить a little, I could Переместить my fingers and my toes but that was really it. Then I realized I wasn’t breathing I didn’t need it.
It all seemed familiar but were from. I couldn’t remember. The good vision . . . no the great vision, the amazing sense of smell, the amazing hearing. What didn’t grandpa say something about my human half dieing and my vampire side rising?
I don’t have a сердце beat but yet I’m still alive. I’m a full . . . vampire. “I’m no human.” I сказал(-а) in a slight whisper only someone with amazing hearing could hear.
Then I felt every one at the door that was turning around to go down stairs turn back and stair. I could feel there eyes piercing in to my skin. I could hear the air bouncing off of Jacob as he turned his head to look at me and then at are family in the door way.
“What?” was all Jacob said. “She just сказал(-а) “I’m not human.” My mother сказал(-а) still staring at me.
I could hear my father walk up to grandpa. “Carlisle did Ты hear that? Is it possible that she’s not died?” my grandfather was shaking his head back and forth. “Well it could be because she was still a vampire but her human side wouldn’t have been able to take all that. If she was still alive she wouldn’t be human she’d be a full vampire.”
“WHAT!? She could still be alive?” Jacob asked my grandfather. He kneeled down beside me and stroked my forehead and held my hand not to tight but tight enough I could feel it because my body was still a little numb.
“Nessie if Ты can hear me please, please do something, say something movie just a little.” I tried to speak again but my lips weren’t moving. I tried to Переместить my toes I couldn’t do any of that. I wanted to let them know that I could still hear them. But then I remembered that I could sent pictures to people with touch.
As I got older I could just touch there arm it didn’t need to be there face. So I tried hard to send Jacob the last couple minuets when I was blank and every one thought I was died. I could feel him stiffen up and grab my hand tighter.
“She’s been alive this whole time.” He was smiling while he talked. He kissed my forehead and stood up. “She just sent me the last couple minuets when we thought she was gone. She can hear everything but she can’t do anything and she can’t feel anything that good.”
Jacob had moved my form our house to my grandparents’ house and laid me down in Aunt Alice’s bed. I had another dream but this time I was with Jacob and are babies. It was like a future time line. Very fast I saw them grow older and older and I could feel the happiness.
Then I woke up. “What happened?” I looked around and I was in my Aunt Alice and Uncle Jasper’s room. I looked down at my stomach and saw that it was just my stomach my Дети weren’t there. They must have put me under for the operation.
I got up and grabbed a bath rob that was hanging on the end on the canopy. As I opened the door the smell of blood fled in and my throat was burning. I’ve never плавить, корюшка blood this strong before, and I didn’t have a craving for human Еда but for human blood.
“Do Ты have any human blood?” I asked as I walked half way down the staircase. I looked up and stopped were I was walking everyone was just staring with smiles on there faces. “Are Ты guys okay, Ты look like creepy clowns that scare kids and kill them.” I сказал(-а) walking down the rest of the stairs.
Jacob ran over to me and grabbed my face and kissed me like I he hadn’t see me for thousands of years, as if he watched my die. It felt good to have his warm body pressed up against mine, because I felt beyond cold.
He pulled away and smiled at me. “You know you’re really cold? How are Ты feeling?” “Fine but I’m really thirsty.” Aunt Rose was sitting beside me with a cup of fresh blood. I took a sip and could feel the pain melt down my throat and was gone. Aunt Rose had always been there for me.
My father came and sat down beside me. He looked confused. “Honey do Ты remember anything?”
“No not really I just remember hearing two cries and then something about one of the Дети and then everything went blank. Can I see my babies.” My dad looked at grandpa and then back at me. “Ya Jacob will Показать Ты were there sleeping.”
Jacob threw me onto his back and walked up the stairs and into there room in my grandparents house. He dropped my down and I walked around and saw there sweet faces. One of the littler girls looked so much like me and Jacob, the dark hair with a little of red in it, but her skin was darker then mine but lighter then Jakes. Then I walked to the Далее детская кроватка and there was another little girl, she looked еще like me the red hair the snow white skin. And in the third детская кроватка was a little boy who looked just like Jacob the dark skin and dark hair.
The little boy opened his eyes and looked at me and smiled. Jacob was standing be hind me as I picked him up. Jake wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed the вверх of my head.
“What do Ты want to name them?” he whispered in my ear. “What about Jezebell for her.” I сказал(-а) pointing to the first baby I saw. “I like it.” I bobbed around in my head for another girl name “What about Rachel for that little girl?” he smiled. “You should name this little boy.” He sighed trying to think of a name. “What about Ashton and Ash for short?” Ash was a werewolf’s name. “I Любовь it, what do Ты think Ash?” he smiled up at me and Jake.
I heard talking going on down stairs. “Its probably better if she doesn’t know what happened.” I heard my grandfather say. What ever must have happened must have been bad so I didn’t want to know because I was holding one of my little joys in my arms and my soulmate right behind me.
posted by Cuddles
A/N: My first poem I post here...I hope it is any good.

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Memories

Far distant seem to be
the things I now call memory.
The good and bad, the right and wrong
share a thing, cause they are gone.

Long forgotten feelings rise
each of them in their disguise.
They are not dead, so it only seems
waiting patiently to haunt me in my dreams.

Will it ever cease to be?
Even if it's called memory
Does that mean I always have to remember
to give up, to hide from them, to surrender?

Whenever I fight them I will lose.
I have nothing between I could choose.
No matter...
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Me: okay i actually found this story in my local newspaer from 20 years back. And i'll put a symbol for town names. I don't want rapists или pheaodifiles coming to my town... okay lets begin. And i shall have to give some background history. Well at there was a renovation going on at $ which was between # and &, for an old mental asylum to be converted into a power house musuem. Anyway so this story takes place then. I think i'm not sure of dates.
$ was a small town, very small as in like only three -5 thousande people


okay so in Australia out in the country there was a young couple travelling...
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posted by Codby
This is what comes out me in class. When I should pay attention. ;)
Also some funny pictures.

He was crying. The tears weren’t coming fast, they were slow. So slow as a turtle.
They had only this time because when he steps out of this room he will be different, letting no еще tears fall. He looked her straight in the eyes. He was still crying but now there was огонь and ice in his eyes.

Fire so warm it could freeze every living thing.
Ice so cold that it could burn the whole world.

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Watch me. Ты will be surprised. I’m stronger and faster in many ways. And Ты haven’t...
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posted by liviabutterfly
Chapter [#2]

Narrators POV

An old man in a плащ walked into the neighborhood in which Olivia lived. Everyone stared at him as he walked around.

Olivia's POV

I smiled brightly as I dived into the ocean, "wait up!!!" Oliver laughed as my five brothers ran after me with surfboards, buggy boards, buckets for picking up sea shells, and dad brought out our special maid sandcastle buckets. They were big and made the best structures ever!!! Plus our family is known for our sand castles/structures. I smiled and dived down, feeling the salty cold water against my skin, it's the best feeling ever. When...
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    I walked for so long, looking for something, not knowing what that someone thing actually was. The sky bleeding with an оранжевый sunset as the sun moved ever so slowly below the horizon. I stopped in my tracks ans stared for a moment, than went back to searching for my mystery object. This was a great time to take in the woods which have always scared me. It wasn't bad walking through them. everything was оранжевый from the ending of summer. It was like walking in those stories Ты always hear about. Just then, a soft rustle in the bushes interrupted my thoughts. Not knowing...
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posted by BennieBear27
Chapter One

My alarm went off at 7:00 on the morning February 8th, 2017. I reluctantly sat up on the edge of my постель, кровати and yawned.

"Morning." I heard a voice say. My eyes were still closed.

"Luna?" I mumble. "That you?"

"Yep." I open my eyes to see Luna Middleton standing three feet diagonal from me.

I shared a room with her, her twin sister Kyla, and my brother Jacob. That's how everyone does here. Ты live with your twin and your SIDA partner.

"So, sleepy head." she smirked. "You gonna get up или what? If not, I'll eat your breakfast for you."

I don't reply and shake my head.

"Oh, come on!" Luna...
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Write hard and clear about what hurts.
-Ernest Hemingway

There is nothing to writing. All Ты do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.
-Ernest Hemingway

Everybody walks past a thousand story ideas every day. The good writers are the ones who see five или six of them. Most people don’t see any.
-Orson Scott Card

For me, Письмо is exploration; and most of the time, I’m surprised where the journey takes me.
-Jack Dann

The hardest thing about Письмо is writing.
-Nora Ephron

If a writer falls in Любовь with you, Ты can never die.
-Mik Everett

Don’t try to figure out what other people want to hear from...
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Prologue
The wind was howling like Волки in the night, and Will sat shivering in his post. The турель, башня, башенка on which he sat overlooked a tall rock ledge that sloped into the ocean.
“Why do I get this bloody post.” he сказал(-а) to himself. The air was so cold up there that it sank right into your bones. Even though Will had dressed as warmly as he could with a thick woolen cloak, he could still feel the icy fingers creeping up his back. The огонь in the brazier barely helped either.
“Nothing as always.” he сказал(-а) as he looked out to the edge of the sea. He had taken to talking to himself when he...
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I went back into the steamy kitchen. Chefs everywhere making different kinds of hamburgers. What am I doing in the hot kitchen? I'm grabbing plates of food. I'm a waitress at Reynolds Diner, a retro 50's diner. It's very popular, and always is busy. . . Like right now! It was hard getting this job, seeing as Ты have to be people friendly, make sure not to spill the food, and having a good memory.
"Excuse me miss, can I have a refill of Coke?" A lady asked me. I nodded my head, and smiled at her.
It was nice working here, seeing as I get paid a nice amount of money, and see a celebrity или a few....
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1 being the best 10 the worst
These Книги are great for summer Чтение I can honestly say that anyone that reads them will want to read them again.

10. Deacula by Bram Stoker
9. The Hobbit by Tolken
8. I'm the king of the замок by Susan Hill
7. 1984 by George Orwell
6. The secret diary of Adrian моль by Sue Townsend
5. Pride and prejudice by Jane Austine
4. Jane Eyre by шарлотка, шарлотта Bronte
3. Lord of the Flies by William Golding
2. The curious incident of the dog in the nighttime by Mark Haddon
1 Rebecca by Daphne du Maurier
posted by ejenk1025
Chapter 2

I pull into the driveway of the cafe. I look into my rear view mirror. I look good. (Laugh) I get out of the car then fix my clothes. I'm ready. Just be yourself. Ok. I'm walking in. Don't fall. Don't fall .. He sees me. Just walk up to him.

"Hey."
"Hey. Glad Ты could make it." сказал(-а) Lucas
"I'm glad Ты could make it, too."
"Well. I work here so..." сказал(-а) Lucas
"You work here? Cool."
"Yeah. This is actually my mom's cafe. Let me introduce you." сказал(-а) Lucas
"Oh goody." I сказал(-а) nervously

Good impression. Good impression. Good impression.

"Mom, this is Brooke. Brooke, my mom." сказал(-а) Lucas
"Pleasure...
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posted by ZekiYuro
Whatever Еда you're looking for-an all-you-can-eat breakfast,a quick lunch,a romantic dinner-you'll find it in San Francisco.The city is Главная to over 4500 restaurants and eating places.And they're not only for tourists.On average,San Franciscans eat out 267 times a year.

You can eat Еда from anywhere in the world,from афганец, афганский, афганские to Argentinian,and from Vietnamese to vegetarian.With Mexican fast food,Italian bakeries,hundreds of Thai,Chinese,Vietnamese,and Korean restaurants,and in-and-out Japanese noodle shops,it's possible to eat your way round the world during a single San Francisco weekend....
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posted by alicia386
Chapter Five

Mason met Olivia at his Избранное restaurant. It was a perfect день for a ужин date. The sun was shinny, the clouds were extra white, and the трава seemed greener then ever. If only she knew that this was a ужин date. He signed the last autograph for today as Olivia sat across from him at their round table. Her hair was curly and in a ponytail. Then she wore a red dress with a thick, black ремень, пояс, пояса in the middle. His секунда impression of her was still the same, gorgeous. This дата was going pretty well but Cassidy dresses better. Mainly because Cassidy is rich but he didn't want to...
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posted by alicia386
Chapter Four

Olivia was extra busy today. Today was the first день of the movie shoot for Hourglass. Before they could even start recording the movie, the would have to check up on everything. The wardrobe had to perfect. The scenes had to be accurately planned out. Then they had to make sure that all of the camera crew was positioned. Olivia wouldn't be able to receive the permits until tomorrow. So they couldn't start filming until then. She followed closely behind Mason as he did the daily check up.

Mason went straight towards wardrobe and the outfit choices. The outfit for Charlotte's arrival...
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Remembering is just an invention of the mind,
So Ты need not try to remember something,
Ты remember it automatically.
Which is the best thing that Ты could have.

The good times that we had...
It is placed in a portion of your mind.
The bad times that we had...
It is placed in the other part of your mind.

Ты try to forget all of the bad things that happened,
But it is not possible.
It is stuck in you.
The bad things are painted in ink on your heart.

The good things, Ты try to remember.
And they stay.
They never go.
Never leave you.

Remembering is just an invention of the mind.
And, well...I guess I'm happy for that.
So I can remember every friend I've had,
Every boyfriend,
And all the good times.
Every memory will never leave my heart.
They will never be forsaken.
Never.
posted by Problematic129
*Poem I wrote for a class project on the holocaust.
DON'T COPY*
Different in ways they couldn't control
Killed for reasons we do not know
Ranging from ages young to old
The innocent people were taken from homes
Soulless people did not care
That the Jewish were in despair
Concentration camps ending their screams
Breaking apart their families
Not once did they do anything wrong
They opened their mouths and sang a sad song
Years went by and еще pain came
Until on one very special day
As one we all saved
The survivors of the Holocaust