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posted by serenacullen93
Hello my name is Leila Claudette Xavier the daughter of Max Oscar Xavier. The CEO of Xavier Arms Of War или X.A.W. it is the number one provider of weapons for the arm forces. X.A.W. has been around since world war one we are a family of geniuses mean the Xavier are know for that. I graduated from college when I was ten years old and was valedictorian of my high school class at the age of eight. I’m now fifteen. I woke to the sun pouring thought my бухта, залив window here in Virginia пляж, пляжный near Camp Pendleton so named after General William Nelson Pendleton an Episcopalian minister at Grace Church in Lexington who Robert E. Lee chief of artillery during the civil war. As I pull myself of my sphere постель, кровати that is suspend from the ceiling. In my massive bedroom on the far side of the room was my equilateral sofa that was padded on the inside the out side was purple that stood on four dark wood legs. In front of it was a pair of Victorian style розовый chairs in between them was my multi-level wood side таблица with these lamps that looked like a tulip. Above it was a overhang light the was made out of half circles in groups. On the Стена beside me was the side таблица made stainless steel wire that encompassed in glass with had the stainless steal vase on a circuital plate that had calla lily very clean line. Opposite side of my window was a white стол письменный, стол that was very clean lined very smooth with in front of it was a plastic chair .on the Стена beside it was spiral bookshelves that held my most precious Книги My computer switched on to my weight touching the ground the man voice on my computer informed me “74° on a Monday morning at 8:32”. As the screen pulls away revealing the Atlantic ocean tide waves and the few men out to riding the waves I watched the whitecaps on the land. I strolled over to my wore rope cupboard and donned my long sleeved black and white striped рубашка that my dad had pursues in Paris once about three years назад when he went there with one of his ex’s amber for one of his many get away. Then I pulled out one of many classic black широкие брюки, слаксы, брюки and paired it with my black pumps. Then there was a knock on my door as I looked in the mirror and smooth out my brown hair “enter”. Dulcia my father assistance she has been my father assistance since before I was born she was like a mother to me I have never met my really mother I don’t even know her name. Every time I have ever tried to talk to my father about it he would just say “ she left soon after I was born” that is how it always ends it that conquest.
“your dad wants Ты to come down he wants to see Ты before we leave for the demonstration and I want to make sure that Ты knew we will be gone for a few days after the demonstration we are going to Washington DC for five days for the us weapon review at congress”
“ I remember Ты told me last месяц remember we went over this year” as I went around her and down the spiraling stair case . My father was stand over Jeffery as he garthed his things and took it out to his mustang. That he would later switch to the plane to go to Washington DC father hates to drive for a long period of time. He looked up at me with a smile my father had a great amount of emotion I think that what it called. He was smart but had graduated from college a lot later then I had he was fifteen when he got out of M.I.T. My father had one fault he has to much emotion. “ha, sweetheart!” “hello, father.” I walked over to him. “ok so your going to be here for a little while by yourself .there is plenty of Еда in the кухня ,and if Ты need anything Jeffery is on call like always .Dulcia and I will be just a call away ok.”
“understood father I hope it all goes well in the congress and as well with the demonstration”. My father came up to me kisses me on вверх of the head and gave me a hung. “thank for that try not to blow the house up while I’m gone ok we do not want a repeat of last time” giving me one еще Kiss then walk away before he closed the door he yelled back “I Любовь Ты Leila” then he was gone I yelled to the computer “play list” and Kelly Clarkson -start with goodbye came on as I made my way to the кухня and began to make egg, toast, with a side of блины . This was the norm for my father and me to talk little and when we did he would be all about the company. I went over to the geometrical black rectangular диван, мягкий уголок leaning back into the armrest “on” I whispered and the TV switch on the news telling me about our competitors the same man that has been trying to take us down since before I was born he is so stuck on himself.
posted by ilovehouse345
In Bester Middle School there are things Ты should know and things Ты should not.
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"Alexis",said her teacher mr.trumpower "You havent turned in the last 3 assignments."

"Sorry?"

"Have them on my стол письменный, стол monday morning или detention."

She nodded and walked away.Mr.Trumpower was genrally a pretty cool teacher,not to nice but not to mean,just very stern.

"What was all that about?" asked Alexis's best friend Heather

"Nothing just havent turned in work."

"Oh well Ты should get it in,dont want him in a bad mood monday."

"Since when have Ты cared about work?"...
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posted by TDIlover226
Eddie Krinshaw walked down the side walk of the Ulysses S. Grant comunity park. It was almost dark and the sun was starting to set. He needed to get Главная before his curfew, или his parents would get mad. He walked through the park gates, then across the улица, уличный to his house. Just as he was getting ready to do his homework, there was a pounding on his window. He waited until the pounding stopped, then he opened the window to see his friend Vincent Samson standing there with a dart gun in his hands. "What are Ты doing!" сказал(-а) Eddie. "I found this cool construction site down town" сказал(-а) Vincent.
"And...
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Biggest Misconception People Have About A Screenwriting Career by Frank Dietz via FilmCourage.com.
video
Письмо
film
Фильмы
screenwriting
Телевидение
filmmaking
Книги
independent filmmaking
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posted by kiabearmisfit
****your at Главная with roc royal and princeton***

(Your dating roc royal oh if i write on Ты too will brake up fyi)

Me: aye prince Charming can Ты get me some peace чай prutty please

Prince: ugh better be lucky we Друзья

Me: thanks your the best of the best

Prince: finer than fine

Me: LOL didn't say all that

Prince:😄

Me: LOL rocky bear

Roc: aye baby

***he gives me a kiss***

Prince: 😣ewwww

Me: LOL Ты Kiss to prince

Prince: i know i do it just that when yall Kiss it like so Perfect it like man wish my Smooches were like that lol

Roc: well really i dont put much thought in to it but she my number...
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posted by IloveMyLord

Fiction reveals truth that reality obscures.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
Truth is stranger than fiction, but it is because Fiction is obliged to stick to possibilities; Truth isn't.
Mark Twain
Fiction is the truth inside the lie.
Stephen King
For truth is always strange; stranger than fiction.
Lord Byron
Fiction is like a spider's web, attached ever so slightly perhaps, but still attached to life at all four corners. Often the attachment is scarcely perceptible.
Virginia Woolf
Fiction is not imagination. It is what anticipates imagination by giving it the form of reality. This is quite opposite to our...
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posted by GryffindorGirl2
Эй, all! This is another HP fanfic,with my other OC in it,Elladora Malfoy,she has long white-blond hair and blue-grey eyes.


Elladora's POV

My father shoved a piece of parchment under my nose,causing me to look down at it.
"Read it." My father hissed.
Letters scrambled together,changed places,and floated off the paper,all I could make out of it was,"AMOYFL LGIR AICEFNS OPTETR?" I sighed in anger,rubbed my eyes,and glared at the paper.
"Well?" My father сказал(-а) again,throwing the paper onto the ground.
"W-what does it say?" I studdered. My parents didn't know I was dyslexic and had scoliosis,only Draco...
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posted by Elizabeth90luv
It was 3 o’ clock in the morning, October 31st, “the night of the living dead” as my mother had told me when I was a kid. I never believed her. I could never believe that one dead body can come back to life, and that was one of the reasons that New York’s crime lab selected me. But then it was different. A cold breeze was blowing outside this house –rumor had it that it was haunted- and three bodies were lying on the floor. I was alone in this dark room, while the other investigators were processing the секунда floor and everything was calm and quiet.

I started collecting evidence,...
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posted by e2mma2weasle3
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Photo by Steve McAlister
Эй, there, everyone! It's the start of a brand new year, and I know we all have brand new ideas for our lives. That is why I want to open this год up with the first ever Fanpop Поэзия contest! It's basic and simple, because everyone can write poetry, and it's short which means everyone can read all of the submissions in a brief period of time, whereas stories may take longer. However, if you're a story-writer (I sympathize), never fear! If this contest goes well, I may sponsor a Fanpop Short Story Contest afterwards.

Established Rules
1) Any piece of Поэзия is accepted, so long as it is not...
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Chapter 1: Beauty is a cruel mistress

Sighing I sat down in the usual hard wooden chairs that the school provided. Taking out my book I opened it to the page I had been Чтение last night at unspeakable hours of the morning-or afternoon for humans- none the less I was tired and the small Письмо printed on the pages strained my eyes. I was in English, which considering I was a vampire and having no intentions of pursuing a career in literature was quite a pointless subject. I had already had four classes already this morning and I was not looking вперед to this one.
“Rose” a smooth but...
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posted by fake_alibi13
I am not sure why I am Письмо this down.I guess I just felt like it, telling my story.It was years назад and although it was on some papers and local news, the story gradually faded and got forgotten by everyone. Everyone but me, and I know to this день that what people heard was not the true story.Of course, even then as a small child I knew that telling it would only do еще harm to me than good, I would be called crazy and they wouldn't even try to protect me from something that they would just label the ravings of a demented little girl.
Ten years have passed since, I was a quiet kid, barely...
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posted by Isabella121797
 View from Isabella's room...
View from Isabella's room...
-Chapter One-

In the blink of a eye, a life can be turned around and upside down. This is something I had found out just mere секунды before. When my parents told me I'd be packing up everything I knew and be moving. My name is Isabella Moore and things were just getting started.

It was a cool Thursday night, and my parents had just layed down the biggest news of my life on me.
I was moving out of MY city. Chicago was all I'd ever known and all I'd come to love. My friends, my hopes and dreams, they were all supposed to come true here!... Why was this happening?

A million other thoughts blazed...
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posted by RiverIce
I read this and had to pass it on.
my name is sarah
i am three
my eyes are swollen
i cannot see
i must be stupid
i must be bad
what else could have made
my daddy so mad
i wish i were better
i wish i werent ugly
then maybe my mommy
would still wanna hug me
i cant do a wrong
i can't speak at all
or else i locked up
all день long
when i wake up
im all alone
the house is dark
my folks arent Главная
when my mommy does come Главная
i try to be nice
so maybe i'll just get
one wipping tonight
i just heard a car
my daddy is back
from charlie's bar
i heard him curse
my name is called
i press myself
against...
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posted by noahnstar1616
-7 and a half hours later-
As I walked out of the school, I saw Cameron signaling me over to his car. I walked up to him and he told me to get in, which I did. As he started up the car, I couldn't help but feel like Cameron was upset with me. "Where are we going?"

"Somewhere we can talk."

"About?"

"I'll let Ты know when we get there." I nodded and kept quiet for the whole ride.


Half an час later, Cameron parked in the пляж, пляжный parking lot. He took the key out of the ignition and put them in a cup holder. He then looked at me with a very disappointed look.

"What do Ты want to talk about?"

"I want to...
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posted by ellie_bellie135
I am clever. I am witty.
I am popular. I am idolized. I am loved.
Everyone values my opinion. They cling to my every word.
I am free of rules.
Advice doesn't apply to me. I don't need it.

I am always right. So don't Вопрос my opinion, because Ты are wrong.
Whatever Ты can do, I can do twice as well.

I am untouchable.
I fling attacks from behind my fortress and fear no retaliation.
I am безопасно, сейф behind my shield.
Stronger than steel. Stronger than diamonds. Stronger than you.

No-one would dare retaliate. I am inside my fortress.
And Ты can't get in. Ты can't hurt me.

I see, hear, smell, and touch, but...
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