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posted by Cullens4eva
hi to anyone who is Чтение this now. my name is lauren and i am currently only 14. i Любовь to write and read, but im finding it hard to come up with ideas. i was hoping that some people could give me ideas on what kind of stories they like and a basic plot and i could expand on the idea. if i did write one i would post it on here, by chapter and Ты would get half of the credit, lol. of course if Ты would want me to help write Ты write it instead of me или Ты would want to help me write it, around your idea, i would be fine with that. i really would appreciate any ideas i have a few but im not sure if Ты guys would read it, i need opinions from anyone. thanks.
posted by BellaSwan636
Serena

Tia had told me that he obviously liked black, so she'd chosen the scary недоуздок, бретель через шею вверх and skinny jeans with black peep-toed heels. Tia had gone overboard. I looked like a freaking goth.

I thought I was dressed way out of my league, but Tia сказал(-а) I wasn't. It was difficult to believe her.

Still, I dropped a plate when I was in the кухня on Saturday evening when he knocked on the door. I almost twisted my ankle in my hurry to open the door. I threw it open, and I almost cried in relief when it was him and I hadn't almost injured myself for nothing.

He looked stunned when he saw what I was...
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posted by whitelion
your smile, your eyes, your voice
as if Ты gave me a choice
everything about Ты i loved
all other feelings aside i shoved

on your every word i hung
and even among
a crowd, only Ты i see
nowhere else i would rather be

these feelings for you, that are kept inside
i can no longer hide
everything about Ты i admire
Ты are all i desire

so kind, so sweet, so passionate
everytime our eyes met
my сердце would race
while looking at your smiling face

full of buety, life, and joy
with my emotions Ты play like a toy
like a wild beast, my emotions cannot be tame
and i don't even know your name
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posted by ZekiYuro
Письмо and Дизайн have always been two passions of mine. When someone first approached me with a Письмо opportunity for their blog, I was shocked. It hadn’t crossed my mind for a moment that the two could be brought together harmoniously. I still remember Письмо that Статья and building my first brainstorm of topics. I found myself asking, "What makes a good article?"




But, to hell with good articles. Anyone can write a good article. I wanted something that would floor everyone–that would make everyone say, "Who the heck is this guy, and why haven’t I read his stuff before?"

I’m always...
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added by sideshowbobbart
Calling all writers!
Are Ты an artist with your words? Do Ты like to write? I know I do. "So Ты Think Ты Can Write" is a contest for people who would answer the same as me.

Basic Rules & Guidelines
1. Your entry MUST be Отправлено to this spot as an article. If it is entered in any other section it will NOT be accepted.

2. Your entry MUST be original/written by you. If anybody helped you, please credit them.

3. Your entry must be properly key-worded and titled.
a. A proper title: "[username here]'s SYTYCW Entry - [season and year] - [category/type of literature]"
ex. If I entered a poem,...
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added by storylover
If someone told you...
Life's like a rollercoaster,
Don't waste the ride.
Live it up all the way,
because today's your last day
What would Ты do?

Would Ты cry a little, scream a little, think it's all pretend.
или go into silence until the very end...
Would Ты Любовь the ones Ты hate the most или be the person Ты hide?
Would Ты pretend that you're ok but really scream inside?

Would Ты try and keep the sun from setting as your last день ends?
Knowing you'll never see it rise...
Tomorrow I'll be somewhere else Ты say as Ты close your eyes.
posted by Cinders
Exercise: Sleep Deprivation: 4:00AM Tuesday October 7, 2008*

The black spiders of mania are crawling over my brain, searching for a plump place to sink their pincers into. It’s been four days. I haven’t left the house for anything, not even a tuna sandwich. The Космос in my постель, кровати is empty, indented, as if something used to rest there, but I’m beginning to forget еще and еще what that may have been. Maybe it was a coffin, its contents shaken, risen, defeated, dazed, meandering around with its arms stretched out and a dull expression on its face as it mutters something indecipherable that...
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posted by t_direction
So, this is a kind of short story that I wrote one evening when I was just bored out of my mind. Please tell your opinion, feel free to criticize, it is much appreciated =)
Thanks ^_^



The voices buzzed inside my head, making me feel dizzy. I couldn't help but hold onto the постель, кровати post for support. In a state of exhaustion, I collapsed on the постель, кровати with a sigh. The voices never let me sleep. They were like many people were talking all at once, screaming all at once.

Madness, rage, worry, sadness were the emotions that those voices gave off. I couldn't understand a word of what the people were saying,...
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posted by madening_mahem
who am I ?
what can I do?
I'm self-centered, self-induldged, self-absorbed, hateful, short-tepered, implusive, in a complete state of denial, confused and lonely, yet I don't try to think.
a creature of the night
a princess of darkness
I long for light
colors
but all is midnight
and my only companions are the moon and the darkness
thought it comforts me when no one can
I wish to be out of darkness for once
to be clear, understood, unquestioned, and loved.
but who am I to ask for this?
who am I to want this?
is that what makes me human?
why?
all I want to know is why?
posted by Fyrwenn
Change

The way I feel has changed
When we met I was a fool, thought
You weren’t gonna treat me like a tool
I tell myself that I care ‘bout you
But deep inside I know we’re through.

Change is never easy
But what am I supposed to do?
I can’t sit around, cry and wait for you,


I guess we were too naive
Believing it would work
Why didn’t I see,
that Ты were such a jerk?


Change is never easy
But what am I supposed to do?
I can’t sit around, cry and wait for you

In the future we might get another chance
Maybe, it was just a short romance
Then what I’m feeling is really wrong
I felt I had to write this...
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