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posted by Gryffindork99
(Sorry for the delay, guys. I hope the seterusnya installment won't take quite as long. I'm not sure if it will be flabaloobalah atau me posting. Hope anda guys enjoy!)

I woke with a start at the deafening sound of my alarm clock screaming in my ear like a possessed bee. I squinted and checked the time--5:30--and rubbed my eyes. Why was it so early? Then I remembered: I had to work on my school project. I groaned and reluctantly threw myself out of my super-warm, super-comfy katil into the cold, pitch-blackness of my bedroom. Drunk with sleepiness, I stumbled over to my meja and fell into the chair. I pressed my thumb to the computer scanner.
"Jem 015603," I said. I listened to the mechanical beeps and buzzes, sounds of the computer analyzing my name, voice, and thumbprint. Suddenly, there was a loud ding! and the computed screen glowed to life.
"Welcome back, Jem," berkata the familiar mechanical voice.
I yawned. "Hello, Computer." I hadn't decided on a name for it yet, so i just called it Computer.
"Someone's sleepy today," Computer said.
"Yeah, I guess so."
If computers can chuckle, I'm guessing mine just did. "What would anda like me to cari for you?" It asked.
It took my exhausted brain a moment to remember what i needed to cari for. I recalled the topic of my project: it was about those mythical creatures, humans. According to the assignment, I had to explain the differences and similarities between a human and myself. If anda asked me, I thought the project was pretty stupid. I mean, why did we need to learn about something that never even existed, let alone compare myself to it? I sighed. I guess I'd better get started.
"Computer, look up, um, the anatomy of humans for me." Anatomy. Now there was something i was interestedd in. In anatomy, everything made perfect sense. It was all there in flesh and blood. Nothing fake about it. Myths and legends, those were a different story. I loathed the things. Why on earth would we need to know about things that aren't real? What good would it do us in our lives? I grimaced just thinking about it.
The computer screen lit up, and an image filled the screen. It was a diagram of a human. I studied it for a few moments memorizing all the body parts. Boy, was it weird. According to the image, humans had five fingers and toes on each hand and foot instead of six. I studied my own fingers, all twelve fingernails painted a pretty shade of pink. How could anyone possibly have one less finger on each hand? It was just plain ridiculous.
Get this: a human's brain was half the size of one of ours! Even lebih astonishing was the fact that they only used about ten percent of their brains. They couldn't even alih objects with their minds. How stupid was that?
Speaking of moving objects with minds, my notebook was on the shelf all the way across the room. I really didn't want to get up, so I beckoned the notebook to come forward. It floated across the room, and i plucked it out of the air. Then I grabbed a pen off the meja and took some notes. I found out that humans' arms and legs were much shorter than ours. Also, their bodies were much weaker, so they only had a life span of about 80 years, instead of the average life span of 200 years. That was probably the dumbest thing I'd ever heard.
After I was done with my anatomy notes, I told my computer to look up the legend of humans. Let's get this over with, I thought. A single legend appeared on the screen. It was extremely short. That 's it?, I thought to myself. It was barely even a paragraph. Whatever, all I needed to do was finish the stupid project and I'd never have to deal with the idea of humans ever again. atau so I thought.
posted by hgfan5602
I am a broken-winged eagle
Who cannot fly
Because I have set no goal for myself.
Other people laugh and scoff at me,
And I know that I must quickly find something
To hope for.

Everyday I think,
"What's the use? Nothing is my talent. Give up."
People think I am nothing but stupid,
But I can see that light within myself.
I have not yet soared.
I have not yet found my dream.

One day, I find something unique to dream for.
Writing.
Something that can take me to faraway places
Anywhere, beyond this universe.
And now I can soar.
Far, far, faraway

Where no one can catch me.
Where no one can disturb me.
Where I can be free.
Where I will no longer be
A broken-winged eagle.
posted by alicia386
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Chapter 1– Southern Belle Rule #5: Dress Well and Presentable at All Times
    The plush merah jambu carpet was starting to aggravate Cara in unimaginable ways. She remembered begging her mother for merah jambu carpet years lalu because all the girls in the neighborhood wanted merah jambu carpet. When she got it, she had been the only with that color carpet. She remembered how proud she felt boasting to the other girls about how she was the first with merah jambu carpet. Over the years, she realized how ridiculous the color merah jambu was. merah jambu is for little girls and a week from now, she would no longer...
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posted by Bluekait
If anda pick a type of horror story, I'll do a shout out. If anda haven't, here's a link:

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For any inspiring horror story peminat can gladly vote here:

link

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Little Johnny boy didn't know about it till it happen. He was curious but didn't take warnings seriously. His parents couldn't handle the loss of their only son. Do anda want to know what happened? Here it goes.

Johnny boy was an 17 year-old boy who dressed in black and known for his charm and outstanding, mind-blowning magic tricks. He had lived a good life and had good grades in school. Johnny had a...
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posted by hgfan5602
Let us go on a journey
Let us hold hands in joy
Let us sit on the warm white sand
And let us watch the sun set tonight

We're gonna be a pair
We're gonna fly away
And let nobody go into our minds
Toni-i-ight

We're gonna slowly stand up
Listen to the waves
Roar and wash into the sand
And I'm gonna lean on you

Oh where were the times?
Where were the moments?
It seems like last year
When I kissed anda and locked eyes

The sun's settin
But we're never gonna leave each other
Not if we stay together
Like ever...like forever

Watch the sun set
Watch the waves roll into each other
Oh my dear,
We're gonna never be separated

Sun sets,
Waves roll,
We're gonna sleep...
Side sejak side.
posted by SweetHoneyBunny
Talow knew he had failed. UFS soldiers were dieing around him as the Bellators struck them with everything they had. Raza had played him like a fool and Talow knew it. He held the plans to his chest regretting ever joining the army, he should have stayed away the first time he had gotten away. He watched as battalion V35, his battalion was turn to shreds as they tried to take on a group of Bellators larger then themselves. He watched them fall, blood smeared and broken. Luca stood fighting hard with a tall Bellator dressed in navy, a badge glistening on his own breast. I perpecahan, berpecah saat was all...
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added by dragonsmemory
Source: Me
My name is zamrud, emerald Dawn. I'm a 14 tahun old pre-teen girl...in case anda couldn't tell sejak my name. I'm going to tell anda a true story. The story on how I was the lone serviver in the attack of The Slender Man.
Everything I'm about to tell you, is real...be warned...

It was a cool evening in December, so cool that it was snowing.
I had my two best Friends with me, a 12 tahun old named Anna, about to be 13 in a week, and her sister, Melody, turning 10 in 2 months.
Anna & Melody were playing tag in the backyard, I was making snow angles, when Anna got the idea to play hide-and-seek untill the...
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added by hgfan5602
posted by Max277
Chapter 3

I just stand there. Locking my eyes with the red eyes. Somethings telling me to look away. But I cant. I cant take my eyes off of the red eyes. "Luke I say." My head starts to hurt really bad. "Luke!! I yell." No answer. I close my eyes. Voices echoing in my head. I turn around and open my eyes. Luke wasn't laying there. What the hell? I blink a few times and I was standing in a dark forest. Okay I was sooo hallucinating right now. I looked around. My eye caught something move. I couldn't see what it was, it was in the shadows. I went to grab for my sword, but it wasn't there. I looked...
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posted by hgfan5602
This is my first peminat fic... and hopefully I will be continuing on this! Enjoy!

My name is Alice. I'm eleven years young. My life has been all... unikorn until this year. It's sort of like all the fun has been cut off from my life. Like adults and other people alike all want me to have a short childhood. It's strange, because it seems as if everyone else is having loads of excitement in their lives. But I'm the only one who is at home, trying not to cut myself everyday because of all the stress in my life. It's difficult not to, and I haven't spoke to anyone so far. I don't want to be sent...
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posted by sadiebugz00
5
VERONICA
Carter’s Perspective


As I’m walking with the pack, I instantly realize there is a clear leader. Veronica. She was lebih than your average coyote. She actually had reddish-brown bulu instead of the generic gray-brown. She still had the piercing yellow eyes that coyotes are known for, but hers made anda feel like she was staring straight into your soul… She made it clear she was the leader, too. She in fact came straight up to me and told me, “Hey! Newbie. I’m the leader of this pack, okay? Ain’t ever gonna become some fancy-shmancy leader.”
It was pretty clear if anda ask me....
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III The Library
The seterusnya room Ember visited was to her a Heaven on Earth. An enormous room just for holding books! The ceiling was so high it would have taken ten of her standing on bahagian, atas of one another the reach it. The shelves and shelves of buku were piled right up to the bahagian, atas and there were several ladders placed conveniently so that she could reach the topmost books.
Ember walked round the room as though she were in a dream. She loved Membaca and devoured every book she found but she had never had a whole perpustakaan full of them to herself. She barely knew where to start. Every square inch of...
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Gerald wrinkled his nose at the earthy, mossy smell that always filled the woods. He longed to get back to his palace, but there was work to be done, and a king must do his work, after all.
“Hurry up!” he shouted at the coal black Kuda dragging the carriage. They bolted and took off.
Gerald leaned back against the soft, silky back of the kerusi, tempat duduk and watched the trees blur by.
How grateful he was that he didn’t live out here, with all the faerie and elves and goblins. No, goblins lived in the marshes, didn’t they? But the faerie-folk, elves…still out here. He could feel them watching...
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posted by BlondLionEzel
Chapter 2

Lawrence lived in a Chamber for a few years. But the Dragon Princess had tried to get his attention.

"LAWRENCE, makan malam, majlis makan malam IS READY!" The Dragon Princess yelled at Lawrence, who was in his Chamber.

"I am not hungry!" Lawrence told her.

"I WILL BREAK DOWN THE DOOR!" She screamed at him.

"No thanks." Lawrence replied as The Dragon Princess sat down.

"Why won't anda Cinta me!" She asked as she started to cry.

"Is that why i am here?" Lawrence asked her, now very confused.

"No one loves me! No one ever has and ever will!" The Dragon Princess told Lawrence as tears filled her eyes.

"Don't cry" Lawrence...
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posted by alicia386
In the deep dark woods lies a house. A cottage house that only has one inhabitant. The one inhabitant onle has one visitor every month.

It was wintertime when that one visitor made his last visit.

Sherman E. Collins was his name and snooping was his name. The bald, chubby man knocked on the rotted wood. He waited for a good 2 minit but nothing happened. When he was just about to knock again, the door creaked open. He shrugged it off. It was a common thing in these abandon houses.

Clutching his clipboard, he made his wasy into the house. The shattered windows, yellowing photos, and missing floor...
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posted by Problematic129
Chapter 2
    Be careful what anda kill for             
    “So…what’s your project on kiddies?” Ms. Arthur asks us.
    “So we have the first few installments of our documentary-”
    “Movie,” Sasha interjected.
    Ashlynn glared at her, “documentary of our very own horror hour.”
    Ms. Arthur frowns. “Horror hour?”
    “Um…you know, ma’am, the killing’s that took place...
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posted by Problematic129
    Chapter 8
    Old enemies
    “Welcome everyone! To Club Aprenta!” Ali laughed excitedly and clapped her hands, Sage whistled, I jumped up and down, and Beth bowed in front of the newest additions.
    “Club Aprenta?” Scotty asked. “What kind of name is that? And what do we do anyways?”
    I shrugged. “Nothing really, we just made this up to spend lebih time together, anda know how can school be.”
    “In other words,” Honey put her hands up in the air. “FREE...
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posted by SilverFanGirl
Thanks for the memories
Chapter one
June 6, 1994, my birth. My mother never meant to have me. Never did. My father's condom apparently broke so they were stuck with me. A babygirl. I had short brown hair with amber eyes. But when I was born, I had blue with a light brown lining around my pupil. The doctors never could figure that part out. My eyes changed quicker than most babies. My eyes changed a week earlier than they were supposed to. That's why I get picked on, I tell that story and no one believes me. They call me "Weirdo", "fake", etc.
Though my mother left and my father is a total drunk,...
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posted by Weasel1999
I. The Nursery

Ember lived in her nursery for the seterusnya few months, only being let out occasionally to go to the toilet. All she saw were the four walls around her but it wasn’t all bad.
The room was painted a pretty sky-blue and the carpet was thick, fluffy and a deep midnight blue. There was a katil and a huge white wardrobe with the most beautiful, kuno, fesyen lama clothes inside.
Rich velvets cloaks, soft bulu stoles, bright silk dresses, every item of clothing needed to make a young lady of society look beautiful.
But Ember was not a young lady of society living in Victorian times. She was a...
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