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Chapter One-

    I screamed as loud as I possibly could (well, screaming to the lyrics.). I was screaming to Paramore. They were my kegemaran band of all time. I and my best friend Alexia won tickets to see them and a bunch of other bands on the Vans Warped Tour. After the show, I could go and meet everyone who played there. I was so excited, also because I could meet my other kegemaran band, All Time Low. So, yeah. I was pretty excited about that. Right now, my kegemaran song: Where the Lines Overlap was playing. Alexia was using the bathroom, she doesn’t really like Paramore. (I tell her she’s crazy, then she says “Oh no! I don’t like Paramore! Erin’s not going to be my friend anymore! What a loss!”) She’s always kidding, I know that, but if I did lose her, my life would turn to crap. She’s been my best friend since kindergarten. I tell her everything. She got back and I started to talk in my loudest voice, because of the people talking. “You missed Paramore’s whole show! anda have a huge bladder!” I said, in my ’joking’ tone. “Yeah, a bladder so big, I won’t have to listen to that little jumping bean: Kayley.” She said, crossing her arms. “It’s Hayley. And she’s the most awesome female singer ever!”
“Yeah, OK.”
“Hey, once anda see her in person, anda will be speechless.” She said, that was the last word she berkata to me because she was aggravated, atau the seterusnya band was on, and she liked them. I couldn’t tell. “You know!” I started, yelling at the bahagian, atas of my lungs. “You use to Cinta Paramore!” I berkata kind of not knowing what to say now. “Yeah, I did, until I didn’t!”
“C’mon! anda can’t just stop liking something!”
“I can! And did! Their old Muzik was way better! I don’t even know who any of them are anymore!”
    Suddenly, two very large men were tapping Alexia and I on the shoulder. One was really tall and muscular, with short, black hair. The other was even taller, with long hair, which was reddish. “Would anda ladies like to meet the bands now, atau wait until this band is done performing?” The tall red-haired man asked us. “Ummmm,” Alexia and I both hummed together. “Yeah, sure. We don’t even know this band.” Alexia answered. I nodded in agreement, and the two men led us out of the stadium and around the back, and then opened a door that had yellow tape with the words: ‘Authorized Personnel Only’ printed on it. The door led us through a long, tunnel-like hallway. There was another door, berkata nothing. One man opened it, and the other gently pushed our backs, telling us to go in. We went in; the first thing I saw was a black leather couch, with all five members of Paramore sitting on it. “Oh…my…god!” I exclaimed with excitement. Paramore was right there, in front of me. I was surprised I hadn’t fainted. “Hey,” Jeremy said, as he stood up to greet me. “You guy’s the contest winners?”
“Yyyeahh, wwee aaarre.” I stuttered. Alexia went off to find another band she was interested in. I kind of just stood there for a few minutes, not knowing what to do atau say. “I Cinta your music!” I finally blurted out. “I listen to Where the Lines Overlap all the time! kegemaran song sejak anda guys.”
“Thanks, one of my Kegemaran to play, keyboards are fun.” Taylor said. “So, who got anda into Paramore?” Hayley, the lead singer asked me”
“Well, I visited my cousins in Arizona one summer, and my cousin and I would stay up all night watching Muzik video on Mtv, Misery Business came on and my cousin berkata that she liked that song, and I have loved anda ever since.” I said. “Yeah, that was our big hit.” Josh added. Suddenly a very familiar face walked sejak me. “Alex Gaskarth?” I asked “Yeah?” He turned around. “Yyyou, I Cinta you!” I said, not knowing what it was I was saying. “Paramore and Alex Gaskarth. Here all at the same time…Wow!” I actually think I fainted then, because seterusnya thing I knew, I was in my bed. I sat up and rubbed my eyes. I got up out of katil and started to walk-then fell. My right leg hurt really bad, I looked down at it. It had a huge bruise on it; I must have fallen to the left when I fell. I hobbled my way down to the kitchen, where I got a bowl of marshmallow Matey’s and sat down on the couch. I turned on the TV and started to watch Access Hollywood. They were talking about last night’s show; they even mentioned mine and Alexia’s names. I felt important, even though I didn’t do anything. They interviewed Paramore, and they talked about me. I wanted to hear the whole thing, but I noticed what time it was, and got up to go take a shower, I had to go to work, another long hari at Frozone’s(An ice cream shop, obviously.). I turned on the shower, and then walked to my closet to find my bath salts-they turned my water green! I stepped into the cold water and shuttered. I Cinta taking cold showers; I shuddered because it felt weird on my skin. Once I was done, I stepped out of the shower, and onto the bare tiling on my bathroom floor, in an instant, I was down on the ground. My towels were in the washer, and I usually had one on the bathroom floor (Clearly for good reason.). I used the edge of my bathtub to pick myself up. Since all of my towels were dirty, I has to get dressed wet, which is especially hard to do, because your clothes get stuck to your body. I put up my hair right away, because if I let it dry down, it would get the back of my clothes wet. I slipped on my shoes and walked out the door to my 1959 Chevrolet El Camino. It is my baby. I’ve wanted one since I was 11. And for my sixteenth birthday, my dad searched every single website atau car dealer there was, he was about to get me something else, until he passed a house, a house with a ’59 Chevy El Camino in their driveway with a “For Sale” sign in the rear window. The man sold it to him for a thousand dollars, he berkata it was worth much more, but it had a dead battery and no engine. My dad fixed it up for me and wrapped it in a bright merah jambu bow. I got it for my 17th birthday. Best gift ever. I’m nineteen now, life is getting harder every single second. Yesterday, a man in his 60’s came in to get a Chocolate ice cream cone with sprinkles, I made it and berkata “Have a nice day!” When he says “I can’t eat this! It has orange sprinkles on it! I am allergic to oranges!” So I say “Our sprinkles are artificially flavored.” When a woman behind him says “What! Artificial? That would taste horrible!” It went on for about half an hour, until my manager came out and almost had me fired, he berkata he wanted 5 bintang quality, and to think before I say something seterusnya time. So, I wasn’t looking ke hadapan to working today. I got there and parked my car in the staff parking lot. Walked up two stairs, walked into the back door, berkata hello to Robert, a dishwasher, and the nicest guy I know. Then, I walk to the register and took someone’s order. This is my life, another boring day, at my boring job, in a boring city, with boring people.
posted by VAMPirella1997
this my poem...I just wrote it randomly...Don't know if it's any good...what do anda think?

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If anda Cinta him,
Tell him so.
If anda Cinta him,
Tell him not to go.

The very worst,
He can do,
The very worst,
He can do is say no.

Don’t hide away,
Wishing all day,
Don’t hide away,
Just come out and say.

“Yes, I Cinta you,
I’ve told anda so.
And if anda Cinta me,
Please don’t go.”

“Yes, I Cinta you,
I’ve told anda so.
And if anda Cinta me,
Please don’t go.”

“Please, please,
Please don’t go.
Please, please.
Please, please don’t go.”

So, if anda Cinta him,
Tell him so.
If anda Cinta him,
Tell him not to go.

The very worst,
He can do,
The very worst,
He can do is say no.
posted by lilacool
Little raindrops shiny,silver,
Dropping silently into the river.
A girl sitting quiet,alone,
Her smile is fading,her hope is gone.
It faded really long ago,
That sounds sad,i know.
She quickly wipes away a tear,
It's her secret so no one can hear.
She secretly cries every night,
It's her fate,so she cant fight.
She touches a raindrop and goes back inside,
She is so lost,she's losing her pride.
All she asks for is a friend,
Someone to be there and understand.
So help her to make her dream come true,
There's always something anda can do.
He has api, kebakaran in his eyes.

Burning, flaming, blazing with his fury,
But not at me,
Never at me,
For I am his love,
The one he holds above
All others. His fury
Is for those who would harm me,
Who would dare to bring pahit tears to my eyes.
They alone see the full fury of his fire.

He has api, kebakaran in his eyes.

They sparkle when he smiles,
Crackling api, kebakaran behind dark irises.
They are beautiful because of the firelight behind them.
What is he thinking of as he smiles at me,
The flames in his eyes gleaming brightly?
He's thinking of the thing we both hold dear,
The treasured, precious Cinta we share.

He has api, kebakaran in his...
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One of them charged at Marley while he was on the ground. He jumped up, the beast missed him, but he landed on the back of the other one. He tried to weigh it down (Which was just ridiculous to try in the first place), it didn’t work. Alec quickly jumped on the beast with Marley, as they tried to throw the beast to the ground together. The first beast rammed into the saat one, it barely felt it, but Marley and Alec fly four metres into the air. Opal came out and slashed on first one with her nails, as her eyes turn rose. Marley and Alec landed; they both stood up and took a battle stance,...
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posted by T-lover
what I'm Penulisan isn't exactly an artikel , but I hope anda will enjoy it ^_^ ..

Girl; Do I ever menyeberang, cross you'r mind ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Do anda like me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Do anda want me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Would anda cry if I left ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Would anda live for me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Would anda do anything for me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Choose me atau you'r life ?
Boy; My life .

The girl runs away in shock and pain and the boy runs after her and says ....

*The reason anda never menyeberang, cross my mind is because anda are always on my mind .
*The reason why I don't like anda is because I Cinta anda .
*The reason I don't want anda is because I need anda .
*The reason I wouldn't cry if anda left is because I would die if anda left .
*The reason I wouldn't live for anda is because I would die for anda .
*The reason why I'm not willing to do anda anything for anda is because I would do everything for anda .
*The reason I chose my life is because anda are my life .
posted by Bella_Swan3
Taylor had never shadow-walked with no destination in mind. Shadow walking was something she was slightly afraid to do. It made her feel unbalanced, as if she had been telah diberi too much control. Like standing on the edge of a cliff, the wind pushing anda to jump, and some part of anda secretly wanting to succumb to it's persuasive power.

She opened her eyes to the flat, glassy expanse of water in front of her. The tiny sliver of the moon was distorted sejak the waves.

Granted, shadow walking allowed her to appear wherever she wanted, but to her, it also served as a constant reminder that she was not...
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slowly climbing

inch sejak inch

bringing me closer

to my doom

Rama-rama of

anticipation

flutter nervously

in my stomach

knuckles whiten

jaws clench

what have I

gotten myself into

the suspense

is killing me

I'm going to hate it

I'm going to Cinta it

I might lose my lunch

but I don't care

heaven help me

here it comes...

...

I hold my breath...

...

and then
I scream
my stomach
drops
my breath
is stolen
my heart
is pounding
adrenaline
courses
through
my veins
amid screams
of sweet terror
I fling up
my hands
and ride on
the wings
of Thrill!
I walked in and saw Dawn and Thor. I walked over and gave them both a look. “Where are mom and dad” I asked looking around the house. Dawn smile. “Still in Australia” I looked at Dawn with a confused smile. “Well then what’s going on” I asked. I was angry at Thor and Dawn and not because of Liz atau that mom and dad were still in Australia, but because they weren’t telling me anything. “Well?” I asked. Thor looked at me but he didn’t smile he just stared at me. “We were told to go home, we don’t know anything” he berkata in a kerang, kima voice. I heard a bang, I turned and saw...
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posted by CheeryDavis
Hi, so this is my first story put on here! It's in poem style so i thought what the hay i'll post it! so here it is:

the sky turns black and gray
all the color withers away
but in your arms i will stay
come what may

the lights could dim
the sky could fall
the world could stand still
but your arms are all i can feel
and in them i will stay
come what may

the waves come crashing
pulling me into the deep
but your arms are all i can feel washing over me
and as anda pull me up and hold me close
i know that anda will never let go
in your arms i will stay come what may

the sky shines bright for the first time is...
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posted by iluvtheshow
I remember the hari I fell in love.
Not just simple love.
No, this was head over heels, I'd die for anda love.
I remember where I fell in love.
A small middle school in a small town.
A place anda could easily miss.
I remember the my matchmaker.
A short women, but with lebih api, kebakaran then anda could ever imagine.
lebih passion for what she does then I had ever seen.
I remember my girlfriends who were with me.
My athletic, sassy, fun-loving chicks.
My flirting consultants.
I remember him.
Good God, he was beautiful.
Yes, I remember the hari I fell in love.
True Love.
Head over heels love.
With..................
Basketball.

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This is dedicated to my first real bola keranjang coach. She taught me not just how to play basketball, but how to be part of a team. I have so much respect for her and I know I should thank her everyday for helping me fall in love. For Coach Joy.
posted by CullensFinest13
anda hurt me I hope anda die I cant belive I trusted anda I cant belive I loved anda I cant belive I stayed up and worried that anda wouldnt call. I cant belive that i loved anda i trusted anda and cared for you. im tired of anda its time i let anda go but your always there anda wont leave me alone...its time for anda to leave so never come back walk out of my life i am going to lock my door and never let anda back in stay out so i can be happy anda need anda need to die let me live my own life anda shouldnt be controlling me anymore im not property im a human and i dont belong to the likes of you, anda were...
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posted by vampiress015
I presuming we all joined this spot 'cos we Cinta to write, right? If so then anda all know what I'm talking about when I say that we all Cinta our main characters and sometimes want to make them the best people in the world.

B-O-R-I-N-G

Yes, we want to make our main character gets the best out of the story, since it's their story. But if they're the best people in the world it doesn't really make them believable and then the reader just doesn't care about them (which is hard to understand cos we as the writer Cinta em, but unfortunantley it's true)

So here is my step-by-step guide to make sure that...
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posted by Sweet_Pants
Just a poem. I hope it isn't much of a bother to rate.

I dream of all things

Uncertain of dark deeds and pasts

Within these thoughts as dark as sea

When once those wings of black

Hung over all

Shadowing but of the wretched white

That blinds me of all beauty.

I dream of all things

From happiness to highs

Let down these pills

atau I’m gone, retreat inside my mind

Where none but the darkest thoughts

Swallowing twilight

I dream of all things

From the stories told sejak hidden scars

Unable to tunjuk themselves

Under this intense scrutiny

That makes up this world’s attire

To the times that I could be happy

Without a drug to create

The much-needed illusion...


I dream of all things
No matter of their contents
Because, well,
Nightmares are still dreams.
posted by mrs-mindfreak
I decided to do a story where I put my iPod on shuffle and start writing. Lucky for me, all the songs were basically sad atau angry music. So this is what I came up with :)

The rain pattered on the windows drowsily, drowning out Alana’s choking sobs. She sat in her kegemaran wooden rocker, and buried her face in her hands miserably. Her black hair clung to her sweaty face. Her clammy palms were wet from tears. She never wanted to alih from that spot again. Although she was filled with irrevocable remorse, she felt comfortable there. No one in the house, rain falling softly outside, and just...
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‘You shouldn't have shot the dog.’ That single thought reverberated inside my head, knocking from side to side, smashing at the sides of my skull until I had to put my hands to my temples in a futile attempt to stop the pain. The man sitting seterusnya to me took a swig of his whiskey, the glass bottle knocking against his yellowed and rotten teeth. His other hand held onto the steering wheel, maneuvering the car down the winding and deserted stretch of highway. I leaned my head against the cool glass of the passenger side window, willing my head to stop pounding. From the radio, the soft strains...
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 The Writer Behind the Words
The Writer Behind the Words
Luck has little to do with link. A long lasting Penulisan career doesn’t just happen. A writer can burst onto the scene and quickly disappear. Another can have a series of hits then write a bunch of flops and never be heard from again. The difference between a long lasting career and one that burns out is strategy. Here are seven rules to help anda find the right strategy for anda and get anda started on your journey to long lasting success.

Learn the power of focus. For most of us, we have lebih than enough to do on a daily basis. And when it comes to any Penulisan project the senarai can grow exponentially-...
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The fragrance of scotch pine and blue merapikan, spruce is pungent in the air, amplified sejak the heat of late June. atau so anda think it is June. This place feels oddly void of time. anda open your eyes to see a sun hazed over sejak stratus clouds. From all angles anda spy familiar wooden structures.
You are back.

You sit up with your legs tucked under your bottom and bask in the estival air and all of the scents that waft within it. anda furrow your brows, thinking that it is not as clean as before. Even so, the place hums with earthy energy. A stronger gust of wind picks up the hem of your baju and flutters...
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posted by Epismatic
The Man With No Eyes Collection (3): Mask




When the curtain rises, all is forgiven.

I’ll brush it all off with a movie-star smile,

A genuine laugh, but my eyes must be hidden,

The truth they contain is considered too vile.

My voice is a song that will play through your ears,

And invite anda to dance to the sound of my tune,

I take a bow, deeply, and drink in your cheers,

I’ll always remain here,

You’ll come see me soon.

A new hari is dawning,

“Quick, put on your mask!”

And hurry outside, meet the crowd.

“Where’ve anda been?”

With fanciful jawapan to all that anda ask,

I’ll always wait here for...
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posted by WritingBookWorm
So, one of my New’s Years Resolutions this tahun it to write more. So, I decided to make this:

The goal is to write something every day.

Starting on the 31st of January, every hari there is a vague word, idea, object, question, statement atau anything. anda can take it anyway anda want.

Then each hari anda should write what it tells anda too atau something inspired sejak it. Whether it be a poem, a small scene, a character description, journal entry, short story atau even just one really well crafted sentence.

Even if the prompt confuses you, atau anda have no ideas just write something! It’s a great exercise...
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This guide was inspired sejak a soalan recently telah diposkan sejak link on this spot. The user was looking for ways to put a twist on fairytales. I began to write an answer, but my answer soon developed into an article. So here it is.

Note that these aren't specifically for fairytales; they can be used on any old, well-known stories. After listing some ideas on how anda can put a twist on such stories, I'll give a few examples of Filem that have done used one atau lebih of these ideas.

1. Swap the genders of the traditional characters.
Do any of the characters behave especially "typical" for their gender?...
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