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A little peak of sun shone in his window, yes! It was Saturday; Jake Scott loved Saturdays because these were the days when his mom, Terri, and he would go to the park for a picnic. Jake was so excited for today that he slept in his clothes though the were now wrinkled but he didn’t care. Creeping down the hall way quiet enough as to not wake his mom Jake went and made himself his Избранное cereal. Jake usually had his mom help him get his cereal because he was seven and short that he couldn’t reach the cabinet, but he wanted to surprise his mom, he wanted to make his own breakfast today. He was too short to reach the cabinet so he pulled a chair across the vinyl floor up to the sleek wooden cabinet, pulled out the Coco Puffs, and sauntered over to the table. Grabbing the blue bowl and matching spoon he poured his cereal so pleased at himself that he didn’t spill it all over the place. Now the hard part, the milk, he walked towards the refrigerator opened the stainless steel door grabbed the молоко and walked slowly back to the table. It was very full so when Jake barley poured it, it spilled everywhere also spilling the Coco Puffs along with the bowl and spoon.
“Oh man mom is going to be angry when she gets up” Jake said
Just then the nine год old heard footsteps coming towards him, it was his mom and when he looked at her she just smiled.
After the two cleaned up the mess they started on preparing sandwiches for their picnic. Jake loved ham, cheese, and pickles on his сэндвич, бутерброд and only that he was very picky. His mom didn’t care really but Jake made hers so she had the same.
“Is it time to go yet’ Jake asked being as patient as he could
“Almost we just need the basket” Terri replied smiling at her son’s urgency to get going, Jake loved going places with his mom, but the Saturday picnics where his favorite
Little Jake went into the closet in Поиск of the brown woven basket that they have been using for about four years which is when they first started this little outing.
Holding the basket Jake ran back to the кухня
“Look mama I found it” Jake сказал(-а) in his southern accent that was just so cute whenever Ты heard it, Ты couldn’t help but smile at the little blonde boy.
“Okay now Ты go get your куртка and we will go” his mom replied
Jake ran into his bedroom then into his closet throwing toys and clothing everywhere looking for his Избранное dark blue denim jacket.
“Are we walking или driving today mama” Jake asked
“Why don’t Ты decide” she replied back again smiling
“I think we should walk it’s a nice день out” he сказал(-а)
The mother and son walked out the door hand in hand with Jake holding the basket, today was going to be a good day.
They got to the park sat down at their usual spot beneath the big oak tree. Jake got out the ham sandwiches while his mom set out the Sprites. They ate and laughed together, after that Jake went to play in the sand pit, it was his Избранное place to be at the park, he loved making things with his hands.
Jake started building today is was going to create a whole town; he started collecting sand to make into a building when he heard a scream.
“Stop that please, you’re ruining it” a little girl screamed
“What are Ты going to do, you’re too small” the boy teasing the girl said.
Jake didn’t like this guy, why would any boy tease a girl, girls are boring, but the girl kept crying and asking the boy who was teasing her to stop, the teasing boy never gave up he would just laugh harder as she cried louder. Jake couldn’t take it anymore he stood up furiously walked towards the boy.
He realized when he got there that the boy was much taller than him, but Jake didn’t care
“Hey kid sop picking on her” Jake yelled standing on his tippy toes to make it so he could yell at the other boy’s face.
“What are Ты going to do about it, you’re too small to stop me” the boy yelled back
Jake didn’t like it when people called him small so he did the first that came to mind, he pushed him down and kicked dirt in his face. The boy yelled something and than ran away crying. Jake sat by the girl and helped her rebuild whatever she was making
“If he ever bothers Ты again just tell me” Jake сказал(-а) proudly
“Thank you, he always teases me though” the girl сказал(-а) back
“Well I promise he won’t anymore” Jake smiled at the little girl
She blushed a little and said, “what’s your name”
“Jake Scott, what’s yours” he asked back
“Annie Sawyer”
Jake was still in that phase where he thought girls had cooties, but he liked this girl. He learned she was seven and he also kept noticing her beautiful blonde curly hair and her very blue eyes. She was also here with her mom. They talked and played for an час until she had to go home, he didn’t want her to leave and she didn’t want to go, but they promised to meet back here Далее Saturday.     
Jake went Главная with a smile on his face еще excited about Далее Saturday than he was about this one.
“So I saw Ты talking with little Annie Sawyer at the park” Jake’s mom smiled at him
“How did Ты know her name” he asked amazed that his mom knew this girl
“She lives down the street” she answered
“Let’s go see her”
Terri just smiled her son had his first crush.
“We can’t right now sweetie” she replied in a sweet and sensitive way “but I promise Ты will see her again”
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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Chapter Two: "Give and Take"

Only after Zero finally left through the window did Kaname try to rise from where he was sitting. He wavered slightly, gripping the Стена beside him for support. Could never have let Zero see that, couldn't let anyone see that. Of all the things that Kaname Kuran was expected and required to be… weak was not one of them. No one could see him weak.

He was still bleeding. Damn that boy and his stupid gun. Slowly shrugging out of the dark, now bloodstained рубашка he was wearing, Kaname threw it into the fireplace, letting it burn, like he'd burnt the white school uniform...
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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.