Письмо Article: Last part of me... chapter 1

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posted by Rob_patt_fan

hey... so this is my new story... I don't like the other one! So... I started this one! don't forget 2 Комментарий and rate!

Something was missing. Something big, like my heart! I couldn't find it. I got up from my own screams. I couldn't breathe. He wasn't there to hold me in his cold hands. He wasn't there anymore. I doubted if he would ever come back. I was thinking of everything I could do to get to him. Tears came down of my face and dropped on my подушка as I tried to stand up and go to the bathroom. Charlie was already downstairs so I hurried and made him breakfast. I didn't eat anything like the past 6 months and I could say that he was mad.

"Bella, I'm gonna send Ты home! That's it!"

I burst into tears as he сказал(-а) the words.

"But... Ты can't do this! Ты just can't..."

Subs didn't let me talk. Charlie was red and he was looking straight into my eyes.

"Bella, Renee can take good care of you! Honestly, everyday of this 6 months you're mopping around, doing everything but in face doing NOTHING!"

"He's gone! I know Ты liked him very much but isn't this too much?!"

I screamed:

"No... for your information DAD, it's NOT!"

I took my backpack and got out of the house. It was raining already. When I saw the clouds, I suddenly smiled. He liked the weather like this... I guess!

"Hey, Bella!"

Mike and Jessica called my name when I was getting out of my car.

"Did Ты study Math?! We have an exam!"

I nodded without thinking to math. We gave the test and then it was time for biology class. His сиденье, место, сиденья was empty.

After school, I went shopping for a pair of jeans. His Избранное color was blue, so I wanted a pair of blue jeans.

I was on my way to Главная when I saw Cullen's house road. I didn't know what to do. I didn't know if I would die there when I see their rooms empty. with no COLD ONES!

I turned around and decided to go home. I wanted to be strong. But... who was there for me to make me be strong for him?! As I went in my room I recognized something under the carpet of my room. I went closer and got the papers out from there. The Название was:

"Last part of me"

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Painful Memories Chapter 1 (Twilight fanfiction)

posted by IsabellaMCullen

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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How to give emotion to a story

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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The Darkness (A Poem)

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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Who Are The Real Monsters: Chapter 2 Hidden Creatures, Hidden Друзья Part 4

posted by H-A-T-R-M

“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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Me and Those - Poem by Vitor Martins AKA Sephisis17

posted by Sephisis17

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.

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Broken Dreams Chapter 32

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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Worse Case Scenario (Poem/Song)

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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Broken Dreams Chapter 8

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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I Am My Own Path ~ A Poem

posted by fanfly

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.

The Cage Ты Cannot See

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.

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Slumber Of The Woodland (Part 4)

posted by zanhar1

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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The Ballad of Melancholy: Gray

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,...

8 Elements Of The Nutshell Technique by Jill Chamberlain

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My Life As A Doormat Part 1

posted by Tasfee

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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The Mistress of Mid-September (A Poem)

posted by zanhar1

“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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STOP TPP! COME ON! SIGN AND SPREAD THE WORD!

posted by MisterH

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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...

Never Had Любовь Like This

posted by ilu_rayray

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...

The mirror of fate chapter three: Amirell

posted by misscrazel

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...

The last изумруд

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

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Daydreamer: Sapphire's Story: Intro

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...