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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”
This was my first fanfic, I've been posting this story on my spot, but I want to see what some different Фаны think of it.I only have 3 или 4 who actually read it so I'm not sure....please please comment.I need your opinion and If I'm bad just tell me, kay?

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Painful Memories
Chapter One



I was sitting at my vanity. I started brushing my long golden waves. I was preparing myself. I knew Edward would be Главная soon. Charlie had Edward leave every night at a certain time. Of course Edward would just go back once Charlie was asleep. He chose to go to...
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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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PART 1- LETS HAVE A RANT

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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THIS IS VERY URGENT AND NOT A JOKE! ALSO DON'T GOOF OFF!!!!

I really mean it! What would Ты be able to do if SOPA/TPP censors the internet? What would Ты be able to do if Письмо fanfics and drawing fanarts become illegal? What would Ты do if it's illegal to do a cover of your Избранное song on YouTube? What would Ты do if downloading things from the internet (music, movies, TV episodes, etc) became illegal? What would Ты do if SOPA/TPP wins the war and takes away internet freedom? Net Neutrality is already dead so far, we can't risk the freedom of internet...
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posted by ilu_rayray
 Liyah (me)
Liyah (me)
Aliyah-Me(18)
Alexus(18)
Jasmine(18)
Prince(18)
Roc(18)
Ray(18)

My pov
Wassup im Aliyah but Ты can call me liyah for short. I sing and im a backup dancer for mindless behavior with my two besties Alexus and Jasmine. I feel torn that prod left but ayyee Nobody knows this but i kinda like луч, рэй idk what it feels like to like someone bcus my dad always abused me and i never liked boys ever since but the past is gone and im living the life out in L.A.

Alexus pov
Hello im alexus but i perfer u call me lexi. I live with my sister жасмин and bestie liyah in L.A me and my sister been through alot our parents...
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November 5th 9,999,980 BC 6:01 A.M.
Mist wanders down a small deer trail through the woods. He pulls himself up onto a glistening дерево branch. He sees a small girl huddled on the ground. He jumps down and slowly approaches her.
He draws an arrow. The girl turns around.
'Who are you?' asks Mist.
'I am Amirell, daughter of Amerith,' she says. 'Now tell me, who are you?'
'I am Mist, son of Karellcia.' he says.
'I could help you,' says Amirell. 'I have Еда and water. if we rationed it we would have enough.'
'I shall not need a woman's help,' says Mist. 'tis easy to find Еда out here. If I killed...
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posted by jeweleryfan11
About:
Once i was having a день dream about this story. And it brang me to this. A story about AshleyxDamon.

Chapter 1: Sunset
Sitting in an oak tree,a young 13 год old was Письмо a letter to her father in Tokyo. He was doing research. Then her twin Austin came. "What are Ты doing here?," she asked. "I Любовь the sunset", Austin said. "That's why i'm here," Ashley said. They watched the beautiful sunset and went in they're vintage home. "Ashley who is the letter for,"Austin asked. " Dad," she answered. "Dinner Ты guys," there mother said. And they went inside.
Credit to breebree446
posted by EmilyMJFan910
Based on a short film by EmilyMJFan910.

Sapphire was a normal girl. She was very happy with her life and saw herself as lucky. But she had one very special trait.
Sapphire loved to daydream.
She daydreamed every day, all день long. She dreamed about flying! Romance! Animals! Anything and everything. But mostly, she dreamed about changing into someone different. One минута she was a mermaid, another she was a princess. One she was a celebrity, the other she was an adventurous horse rider. But sometimes, when Sapphire was dwelling in the deepest of her daydreams, she would get carried away, causing...
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