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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 hatjune
It is 120 years into the future and the Rights Organization is stronger than ever. They are killing еще people than ever and there are only three people that can save the World and they are children. Jordan is a thirteen год old witch and is the daughter of the Greek god sun, Apollo. Mark, a fourteen год old wizard who is the son of Demeter. And last but not least Ivy is a thirteen год old daughter of Ares and a great witch. These three children are the worlds only hope. Read Half and Half, The Begining of the End.
Stan, the young donkey, was wandering sadly around the barn. He seemed hopeless and wounded and had no desire to speak to any of his fellow donkeys; even talking to his father was not appealing to him that exact moment. In fact, he was feeling ashamed of having a donkey father. He was ashamed of being a donkey altogether.
As the moon and stars scattered across the dark, blue sky, Stan decided he no longer to wander. He needed some solution, he needed reassurance, and only his grandfather seemed appropriate for that particular job.
Grandpa Roger was sleeping peacefully in the barn. He had become...
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Bane’s POV

I laid in the grass, watching the clouds. I was beginning to dose off, right before sleep took me, a body pounced on me. I groaned, and looked up. A shaggy haired boy was sitting on my chest, giggling. My best friend, Christian.
    “Get off!” I yelled rolling over. He slid off me.
    “Party pooper,” Christian stuck his tongue out at me. He was so childlike, but that was something I had always loved about him. That’s also why we got along so well. He was hyperactive and loud, while I was cynical and quite.
    I...
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posted by Hades223
CHAPTER 1


Jason Card sat at his стол письменный, стол in his science classroom bored out of his mind. He hated science. It was his least Избранное subject. Mainly because it was the last subject of the день and by that time Jason was usually ready to go home.
Mr. Form droned on and on about chemicals или something. Jason didn’t listen. He just sat at his стол письменный, стол and drew on some paper. He was a very good drawer.
Jason Card was a fourteen год old as of yesterday. His black messy hair never gave in to a brush which usually meant it was mangled and messy and went down to his ears. He was wearing a simple red t-shirt...
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posted by lindizzle215
hi so im a new writer so please tell me if i should contine Письмо this story. Please comment!!!!!
Rated: M


Today my brother Joey and I were going to drive down to the family camp that we help with every год and went here when we were kid’s but know were all teenagers so were counselors now. My brother Joey and I drive together every год and all of our other brothers drive up in there own cars или the young ones with the others. There was a new guy this год his name is Eddie. I think that I will like this kid as I get to know him. I don’t have to share a room because I am the only girl...
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posted by cullens-rule
Chapter 4 Tom

“it would be easier if Ты knew, but I will try to explain, as well as I can, Ты know my name is Tom but my секунда name is Cullen”
I interrupted him now
“Tom Cullen? Sounds old fashioned”
“It is, any way I’m just seventeen”
He looked away sheepishly like he was lying this made me curious would he really lie about his age.
“my real parents are dead now, they died of an illness I don’t really know much about them”
“I sorry that must be сердце braking”
He looked miserable he looked into my eyes and I could feel his pain, but he carried on
“I take after my father...
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posted by e2mma2weasle3
How to Add Emotion to a Story

1.    Understand Ключевые слова или Key Phrases. Key Phrases are phrases in a story that triggers the waterworks. They are sentences that make people cry. Such as, a pet dies. Ты could write, "Goodbye, Old friend." A Key Phrase could also be an action. Such as, there are two pets. One pet dies. The other pet tries to sleep with the other one by cuddling up to the dead body.

2.    Add a lot of relationship between the one who dies and another character, whether that is a human или an animal.

3.    Add comedy to the...
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posted by sapherequeen
*Sigh* Okay, this is the first piece of Письмо I will ever share with anyone. Rarely does the idea of a poem ever enter my dark mind. But tonight, just two минуты ago, this one came to me, and I had to...write...it...down...


I’m aching here
I’m bleeding there

Pain strikes within
My every move

And there’s
Nothing
I Can
Do
To Make It
Stop

The tears roll down my face
And freeze there quickly
And stay until the time comes
Where they are no longer frozen
And begin to stream down again

My hurt was bottled up
But someone broke the bottle
And now it’s
Everywhere
And there’s nothing
I Can
Do
To Heal Myself

I’m...
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“Look at them, trying to figure it out. Trying to work out why a pure-blood has come to their school, Antiworld, huh? This could be fun”. There was a young man sitting on the вверх of a gargoyle wearing a white рубашка with a black пальто over it. His eyes where a light green with a black cat eye stroke through it. As the man stood up Ты saw that he had pitch black hair and his skin was white like paper. As Ты closed in on the man’s face Ты saw his eye drop a line of blood down his cheek, as if he was crying blood. The man looked up at the sun covering his face with his hand, he closed his...
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Эй, guys! I just wrote this poem. I haven't written a poem in quite a while, maybe a year, and this one's an attempt to get back on the poem Письмо path. Well hope Ты like it, and please, if possible, add a Комментарий saying what Ты think.

Me and Those

Ever noticed that in this life
Everyone wants Ты to do something,
или be something
That sometimes Ты don’t want to be?

They are those!
Ты know them!
Ты probably have those in your house.
They are those who expect Ты to take a path,
Even though,
Sometimes,
Ты don’t want to take.

They are those who expect Ты to be great,
Even though,
Sometimes,
Ты prefer to be small and humble.

But do Ты think,
For the slightest second,
That they care about that?
They don’t!

They are your parents,
Your grandparents,
Your Uncles and aunts,
That since Ты were born,
Came up with a path for Ты in life.

But know this,
And say it to yourself:
They are those, they matter,
But me is I,
And I’m the main character.
posted by BellaSwan636
Serena

She screams every time a police officer или strange nurse touches her. She refuses to hear them out. So, until further notice, she is staying in my apartment.

I glance at the clock in the waiting room. It's past midnight. Wow. Jamie and Ashleigh are asleep on a small green couch, with a receiving blanket draped over them. I pick them both up, since Kayla and I are free to leave, and we all walk outside to my car. Kayla opens the back door, and while I'm strapping the two little girls in, I signal for her to get in on the passenger side.

She's a broken person. Ты only need to look at her...
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posted by livethislifeup
It's harder to forgive than to forget,
vice-versa, either way, it's still a threat,
time passes, memory flashes,
you're rememberin'
thoughts are coming in
no way to escape it, its a no win.
drives Ты insane, Ты try to up your game,
tell yourself they'll regret it and they'll live in shame,
just cause they dragged your name,
across every damn lane,
and Ты got hurt every time, yeah Ты still in pain,
and it ain't the same, Ты all tense around them,
and еще anger do Ты gain.
Deep down it's still hurtin' you
like every wound would,
it's like a throbbing cut
that keeps your eyes tight shut,
and Ты sound out...
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posted by BellaSwan636
Serena

On Friday, Tia had picked me up to go shopping.

Tia was ecstatic; for what reason, I had no idea. Tia was like a hurricane, she jotted down my sizes on her hand and then took of through the store at a pace that should've set her path on fire.

"You look great in black, white, and blue," she muttered. I saved that for future reference; she obviously knew what she was doing. Plus I'd been told that each of those colours looked nice on me before.

She pulled me into a dressing room, pointed out which outfits to try out, and exited to let me change.

I pulled a scary-looking black недоуздок, бретель через шею neck...
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posted by fanfly
 Artwork by me
Artwork by me
Who are Ты to judge?
Sitting right where Ты are
Ты have no claim on me

I know my own path
I am my own guide
Ты are nothing to me
No matter how Ты try

What do Ты care?
If I'm not doing it right
I'm not following you

I know my own path
I am my own guide
Ты don't know me
No matter how Ты try

Why are Ты here?
Ты know I don't want you
I told Ты to leave me

I am my own path
I know my own guide
Ты can't mold me
No matter how Ты try





Why do I feel compelled to write angsty poetry? I swear I'm not even that angsty. LOL Oh well, I hope someone out there enjoys it.
posted by Epismatic
A whisper in the cavern that goes unheard,

and a glimmer in the sky that stays unnoticed,

like the start of a brand new life, at the peak

of a mountain never scaled, lies in wait.

It can't be moved by any cosmic mover,

so no passing wind или fog will douse it.

Only your eyes can scratch out the image

или accept it, the light at the edge of your eyes.

Will Ты take hold of the key you're offered?

Stop Пение of freedom; seek it instead?

To become a companion of the new

takes an ever expanding, soaring gaze.

But even by taking one step forward,

by placing one hand onto the mountain,

as the wind tugs gently at your back,

Ты will realize the cage has already been broken.
Your hair is long, wet, and wavy and clings to Ты as Ты rise from the lake. Ты get the sense that the water should be clearer. Ты don’t dwell on it though, distracted by your own hair. Ты don’t remember it being so long. With every motion the string of beads and shells woven into your hair bobs gently with a clicking noise. Ты don’t realize that Ты are topless until your hair settles against your back. But Ты are not ashamed, there is a sense of liberation, Ты can better feel what the earth and the wind are telling Ты this way. If Ты could see behind you, Ты would know that...
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posted by pLaStIcSUNDAE
It's gray. It's always been so gray.

The beating сердце that searched for what it believed to be a forever, only to be led astray.

The beating сердце full of warm belief,

Now an iceberg of горький regret, the surface a shallow reflection of the depths that rest beneath.

The smiling mask distorts the image of the surface, betraying the eyes.

The rigid, cold structure reduced to a cube of ice.

A problem crippled and crumbled into "I'm fine."

If the eyes are windows to the soul, then these windows have been fogged and cracked.

If the eyes are the windows to the soul, then within these, behind the mist,...
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8 Elements Of The Nutshell Technique by Jill Chamberlain via FilmCourage.com.
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Hi. So yeah, from the Название I think you've gathered this story is about .... well let's just say a problematic 19 год old struggling to find a meaning in life.

If you're a typical "Caucasian" you'll never understand the things we "brown people" have to face. Over-protective parents are just the start. The kinds of people are totally different. The type of "cheats", "betrayers", "heart-breakers".

Being born in a place 2% of the people worldwide knew is just the start of a slightly difficult life. For now, lemme just summarize my life for you. I'm a 19 год old girl living...
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“Bow before oh bow before the Mistress of the Blade.”

She dances in shrouds of silk scarlet.

Heel over heel in spinning in time.

Fabric twisting ‘round her delicate ankles.

“Praise oh praise the Mistress of the Blade.”

The sword an extension of her graceful arm as she twirls it about in Mid-September air.

Crisp September air.

The blade slashes through leaves as they fall.

Hilt of Золото adorned in ruby and diamond.

Gleaming and glistening as it slides from her grasp. Wailing through that oh so crisp Mid-September air.

“Watch in wonder oh watch the Mistress of the Blade.”

By night she finds...
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