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posted by DietCokeGirl
This is written about the perfect silence only found in the dead of night, and the feelings it inspires.
The Название comes from the Описание a friend of mine gave when we were stuck in the middle of nowhere at midnight and I found it sort of beautiful.
Enjoy (I hope) :)

Weighted air and winking stars,
darkness draped, tension wrought.
This night, this hour, is ours.
Silence chimes unspoken thoughts
that choke my mouth.
Silver moonbeams in glittering outline
surround you, and in our youth
this night, this hour, we intertwine.




I'd Любовь to hear what Ты like или hate.
Thanks for reading.

DietCokeGirl
My name is Carle and I am one of the few immune humans to walk a war torn living dead infested world. Let me take Ты back to before it started 4 years prior to the initial outbreak a couple of millionaires bought an entire холм, хилл and fortified it. The middle and upper part of the холм, хилл was cleared and a 60 ft. steel enforced concrete Стена was put up, the bottom of the холм, хилл was encircled with a 30 ft. steel encased concrete wall. Some of the surrounding flatland was also cleared and minimum defenses were put up. Obviously these millionaires knew something we didn’t. This fortress - we locals...
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 Daniel Radcliffe: Reasons to Любовь him
Daniel Radcliffe: Reasons to love him
"NOTE: please Комментарий if I got anything wrong"

10) He tries his hardest to play the part of Harry Potter and he has never ever stop from living his dream of Актёрское искусство and he will always be Harry Potter to us!

9) His parents сказал(-а) no to Christopher Columbus's offer for Dan to audition in private for the role of Harry Potter! Until Alan Radcliffe(his father) came in to the bathroom where Dan was, and told him that he got the part. Dan quickly bursted into tears after hearing that he won the part! ( that should deserve AWWWW!)

8) In every school Сообщить it сказал(-а) one или less the same thing which was:...
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Victoria, a scuba diver, was getting ready to go scuba diving at the Ocean. She always loves to go scuba diving even if it's 10 degrees outside. She has always сказал(-а) the Ocean is too big to see everything on your first trip. Victoria has talked her friend, Ashley, to go with her. Victoria is heading over to Ashley's house to pick her up.

They just arrived to the Ocean, and they are putting on their scuba diving swim suits. "It's time to go in the Ocean," сказал(-а) Victoria. "Okay lets go then," сказал(-а) Ashley. They went and jumped into the Ocean, and they are now swimming deeper into the Ocean. They...
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 Senfinelin Forest
Senfinelin Forest
Aznr ran down the холм, хилл to the edge of the cliff. fallen trees scattered the ground and there was no sign of life. Aznr's hair blew back in the wind and memories of the past filled his head...

*Flashback*

Aznr heard a scream that rang through the forest.
Airellion! he thought, immediately recognizing his voice.
'Aznr! LightWater!' he heard the scream again.
This time he ran through the forest towards him. Aznr burst into the clearing and saw Airellion. He had an Стрела in his throat and one in his arm. He was surrounded by an army of goblins, all heavily armed.
'Airellion!' called Aznr.
Aznr raised...
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June 17th 100,000,000 BC 12 O'clock at night
Four children are born, quadruplets, the youngest born at the strike of midnight. The first child is named Queverial, the секунда Ceelarion, the third Ierailiasha, and the last one is named Mist. The father decides the last child should have a complex name as the others do but the mother has made up her mind that Mist is the perfect name.
Then she sends them through the mirror of fate to find there destiny. They may never return if they do not find it in time.

January 21st 9,999,990 BC 3:30 P.M.
The children grow up living in the chosen lands behind the...
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My name is Timothy Roger Cole III. This is еще или less my story.
Well, mine and about a half dozen others. So for the sake of convenience I'm going to tell this story to Ты from a third person perspective, and not always narrate it from my own point of view - since I wasn't present for some of the important stuff, and it'd be easier to tell Ты what happened than recount the tedious discussions on this stuff that I had to go through to get anything remotely resembling a full picture of the events.
I hope Ты appreciate the things I go through for you. Anyhow, let us begin.

Timothy Roger Cole...
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posted by StarPotterRings
Hows it going do Ты think?

Our story begins with an elf gliding through the trees. His lean body let him jump from дерево to дерево as if he were flying.
It was spring, his Избранное time of the year. The daffodils and forsythia were in bloom, and the trees were once again turning green. He stopped on a particularly large branch and looked up into the clear sky. His dark blue eyes without the memories of the horrors of war, his skin without the scars of the torture it brings. For he was yet young, and all the time he has been alive has been peaceful.
He flew once еще through the trees. He loved...
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posted by queenpalm
Chapter 2
"Please! Please! Please!" I begged. My parents exchanged glances, then looked back at me.
"You want a lemur, Mana?" Mr. Walker asked.
"Yes! Please! I'll take really good care of her!" I pleaded.
"How much would it cost to take care of it?" Mrs. Walker asked.
"Well, they eat fruit, and not much because they're so small. Plus, this лемур was circus trained, so she shouldn't need anything special."
"What about health, and the veterinarians?"
"I'll turn 12 in a week, so I can babysit еще often. I can use that money to pay for the vet's bill," I said, really having no idea. I just agreed to...
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CHAPTER NINE:
On the drive back to my apartment, I cannot help but feel something is amiss. What it is, I don’t have a clue. As I continue the drive, I once еще delve into my past…
CRYSTAL FALLS: 1850
I awaken an час later, still in pain from the sun’s rays. I feel Perry’s dried blood on my face, and find myself disgusted at what I have done. I cannot believe the situation I’ve landed myself in. About ten минуты later, Perry returns to the cave. From where I do not care, или even want to know. I feel nothing but burning hatred and contempt for him. I still do not know what prevented...
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CHAPTER SEVEN:
I return to my apartment, and turn off the police radio, which is only reporting the incident I was involved with earlier that night. I suddenly feel tired once again, and this shocks me. As I lay back on the couch, I continue thinking of Pike, and my first night of being a vampire.
CRYSTAL FALLS: 1850
I hesitate, and then follow Perry outside. Only moments ago, I found myself full of anger, yet at the same time, worry, although not for my own sake, but for my father’s, who is still asleep in the other room. For some odd reason, I am in pain, not from my wound, which has disappeared...
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A shadowy figure silently brushed the silken curtains aside as she slipped through the open window and stepped into the dark chamber. Passing a small таблица and a bed, the лиса, фокс quickly headed towards a cabinet that stood against the far wall.
Beaded necklaces hung above a oval mirror that was set in the center. Her eyes rested on a miniature strongbox half hidden behind the mirror.
Paying no heed to the deafening clatter coming from the oblivious guest downstairs, she skillfully picked the tiny lock and raised the lid. It was hard to tell what was what in the darkness, so she emptied it into...
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My name is Annabelle. I am sixteen and I am beaten.

I lived with my dad and mom in that trailor park on the edge of town between the bar and the strip of stores everyone avoids. We lived happily until my mom, Mary, died in that car crash five years ago. My dad became depressed, drinking alcohol and gambling. He was soon unemployed, so to keep the trailor I had to drop out of school. He is now a deep alcoholic and gambles with his buddies every other day.

Whenever we run out of spirits he hits me. He keeps hitting me until I go to the bar nearby and get more. This happens every two days by his...
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My breath came out in a white, Холодное сердце облако before me and smelled heavily of my mint gum. My footsteps’ sounds were wet on the sidewalk. It had rained just before I left the bookstore and, just by my luck, someone украл, палантин my car (boy, was my dad going to have a cow when he hears that…), so I had to walk all the way Главная in the wet night, all by myself. I prayed silently that I would be able to find my way because I was new in town and barely knew where everything was. I had to use a crappy GPS to find the bookstore. I was just lucky I found it.
    The town was Cassidy....
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Hiya! First stab at adding something I wrote to the Письмо spot. This is a cliche little story inspired by the Mayday Parade song "One Man Drinking Games." Комментарии would mean the world. (:

And Ты swore Ты saw me laughing, and I swore I saw Ты smile
And the time we've spent together was meant to last us quite a while
As I take this piece of Ты with me I'll carry to my grave
Knowing that for someone you're an Энджел sent to save


He touched the tip of his index finger to each of the freckles that dotted her arm. He drew patterns, connecting the delicate dots into hearts and Бабочки and lopsided...
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Scarlet's P.O.V

I woke up feeling the rough but smooth texture of my worn down bed. I looked around tiredly yawning getting up to change I got my things and headed out. The village was mostly quiet rarely its loud. Our village was very poor. I went in the woods we were banned from going in their. I went in anyways I went alone I had no buddies at all. I was in woods shooting some arrows It was like 98 degrees out I was sweating. Their was a ant on my arm I tapped and hit my hand and shacked it when water swooshed up. I curiously tried again I moved my arm up and the water rose up. I smiled in...
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Vampire Knight is one of Viz's top-selling series, and it's not hard to see why: While it's not for everyone, the Любовь triangle, Сверхъестественное romance, and hint of forbidden Любовь are like catnip for some readers. The Art of Vampire Knight, released earlier this месяц by Viz, is a beautifully produced art book that will be pure heaven to Vampire Knight junkies (but probably a bit boring for everyone else).
The book collects the full-color art that manga-ka Matsuri Hino created for the chapter openings in LaLa magazine and the tankoubon covers. Some have been published as part of the English-language...
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posted by AuthorForPooh
This is for all the kids who are bullied by words. My teachers always say be bleacher people. Lift others up. I hope this poem gives that message to others.




Ты yell at me
mean words.
They
pierce my heart.
I say its ok.
I Переместить on.
But the words
still have power.
They still hurt
me.
My friends
tell me
its a big deal,
and that I
need to tell
a teacher.
But I say im fine.
Im really not.
I want to
believe
that im fine,
I want to
believe that
it was
nothing.
But it was
something.
Words always
have power.
Enough power to
strike me
down,
или lift
me up.
Why must
Ты hurt
me?
I stood on the edge of the field, my sword raised to shield my eyes from the falling sun. "I'ts beautiful," I thought, staring out at the curve of the hills and the waving of the трава and trees, the grays and browns of winter, with the slightest hint of spring green.
I notice a movement off to my left and my sword drops to my side. It is the вверх of a тележка, корзина coming into view as it crested the hill. I sigh and walk back to the woods, knowing what would come next. The driver rings a signal колокол, колокольчик, белл viciously, clearly wanting me to stop. "Leave me alone." I mumble, I knew I should have stayed in the...
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"Aw, it's pretty close." Tyler McCarthy and Shawn Detham were standing side by side. Both held a gun in a head, but Shawn also held a machete. My hand flew up to my mouth to try to hold back a scream as I realized that the blade was dripping with blood. What if it was a friend of my или Nick's, what if it was a teacher? I buried my face in Nick's back trying hard not to picture it.

"Tyler . . . Shawn, what the hell are Ты guys doing." Both of them had grown up with Nick; they use to play together in there neighborhood. They had, at one point, all been inseparable, but high school hit and like...
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posted by GryffindorGirl2
Hello all! This is a HP Фан fic! I have put my OC,Jasmine,in here.She is Harry's twin sister and Draco's wife,but this is before she gets married.She has long wavy,black hair,bright,pale green eyes,and her lightning bolt scar is on the left side of her forehead.

Jasmine's POV

I lay Далее to Harry on the dead,dry трава in the shade of the Dursley's house.The living room window was open in an attempt to cool the house,but only blew in hot air,the 4 o'clock news could be heard as our aunt and uncle watched.We were listening to hear any signs of weird happining's in 'our' world as the Dursley's called...
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