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Jason: blonde spiky hair, green eyes, wearing his kegemaran gitar baju for almost three days straight, and he’s a teenager, but a rather short one. He has orange braces that are spotted easily when he smiles. Jason has an arm that can oddly twist all the way around in a
perfect circle. One of the strangest things about him is a black thing in the shape of a flame on his left leg. People think it’s a poorly drawn drawing, but he was born with it, and as he got older it grew with him.

Jason was sitting sejak the fireplace watching the flames blow from side to side. His eyes liked to find themselves, looking at every spark that jumped. Every spark that flue, reflected on Jason’s flame. Each time, the flame would turn multiple shades of red. Although the sight was rather interesting, Jason never noticed it. He was to busy watching the fire.

Every hari he’d watch the api, kebakaran for about a half an hour. After, he’d go to his room and rest. And he’d think about what happened in his day. The sun would loose to the moon in a vicious battle for being the center of attention in the beautiful sky. Then Jason would fall into a deep sleep. He’d always envision the same dream: He would be walking through a deserted town, with quietness swarming his ears. Then he’d hear a loud and very large boom! He feels of no emotion and strides toward the sound. Robotic Jason sees it now. A FIRE! He jumps into the horrendous disaster, and sees death buried under the fire, standing completely still. But before he could experience death, he wakes up. He barely talks to his parents. He barely talks to anyone! (A quiet child)
    Jason slowly trembled out of his bed. He had angsa bumps so thick, that it looked like had hundreds of skin colored bruises. He made himself breakfast. Alone. When he walked on the bus, he sat in the back seat. Alone. When Jason would get to school, he waited ten minit for the loceng to ring. Alone. Jason always liked watching the other kids scatter out on the playground one sejak one, while watching them sertai different games. He was too afraid to play the games that the other boys played. Football and their aggressive chasing games just seemed dangerous, and Jason couldn’t stand the thought of getting hurt and taking a risk.
    Math was Jason’s first subject. His class was finding the rule to the plotted graph. Jason thought he had the answer. Jason thought to himself; I think I have it, but what if I don’t? What if I get it wrong? What if the class laughs at me? His head was a spiral of questions. Negative questions. Nobody had the answer. Finally Terry raised his hand.
    “ The answer is Y= x36!”
    “ Very good Terry!” Mrs. Cook said. That of course was the answer Jason had. After math, Mrs. Cook handed everyone their homework. Everyone but Jason. He was about to say something about him not having his homework, but he didn’t. Instead he pretended to put a paper in his homework folder.
This was how the rest of the school hari lasted. At utama he heated himself some Frozen pizza and ate sejak the fire. He berkata hi to his mom, and finally went to sleep in his never cleaned bed.

The seterusnya morning, Jason woke up, and sat shivering on his cold, cold bed. Jason didn’t bother getting out of bed. He didn’t have his homework, and most of the teachers in his school reputation oddly had something against him. He’d always find himself on the rear edge of his small bed. Jason has owned it for as long as he was four years old. He had once had a peculiar dream that was oddly different than his normal ones. It was experienced the first hari he’d slept in that bed: Jason was having the normal Jason day, eating the normal Jason snack, and being hated sejak his teachers in a normal Jason school day. Jason came home. He was about to do the normal Jason think about what happened in his day, but right when he opened his normal Jason door to his normal Jason room, his normal Jason bed, was on fire. That of course was not normal.
    He always wondered why he had such strange dreams.

In the morning, he finally was getting ready for school, when he felt a stab in his left leg.

“OW!” he yelled. The good thing was, he slept on the very bahagian, atas 3rd floor where nobody could possibly hear him. He felt another stab on his left leg. He screamed again. He felt another stab on his left leg.

“OW!” He felt so many stabs on his leg that it became numb. sejak now, he couldn’t feel a thing on his left leg. Just then, he felt a stab on his right leg. The same thing happened ‘till he was numb again. His joints and all his Bones were dangling. It seemed as if he were being controlled sejak something. He didn’t feel any pain extra pain before school.

During history, he felt a stretch in his stomach, as if he were pulling a muscle in slow motion.
“Ow” he tried to say softly so nobody could hear, but the rest of the class laughed.
“Why are anda distracting my class?” Mrs. Vena asked in disturbance.
“Oh, my stomach hurts,” he tried to answer, but the words couldn’t come out. He was speechless.
“Huh?” the Mrs. Vena asked.
“Ok, I’ll give anda one lebih chance to start doing the right thing,” declared Mrs. Vena. anda could see Jason’s bulging, watery eyes, because of the pain in his stomach, and the unfair, accusing pain in the teacher’s evil depths of power from controlling every kid in her class. Jason took a big gulp of fear, and unfairness, and went straight back to work.

He managed to get through class, -by basically hiding his head under his meja –until recess.
He walked outside of his class. His body was lebih functional that before. He still had felt the pain he had had in his stomach. His eyes were like a heavy and watery awan about to rain. He walked through the hallway. Alone. He was watching the other kids play. He thought; I’d never be able to play those games. I’m not athletic, atau anything close. This was the routine he did every day, but not this day. He walked to somewhere quiet. Somewhere where nobody was.
He was in a room of school he’d never been in. Neither did he know it existed. All there was in the room, was a black ball attached to the center of the floor. Nothing reflected it, but the flame on his leg. The flame’s reflection was gold. Glowing gold.
“Wow,” he thought.

He walked outside to tunjuk some of his non-friends. He managed to get them to come without saying a single word. When he was at the exact location, nothing was there. (Not even a crack.)
“Ha Ha,” berkata one of his non-friends. “You almost got us!” The group of Friends laughed, and scattered along to recess.

Once they were gone, the room suddenly appeared again! He walked in the room again. His flame still glowed on the ball. “Wow this is really cool,” he thought again.
He went over to touch the ball to feel it. He touched the ball, still feeling pain. Suddenly, he heard a voice. Jason turned around.

hei you!” it said. Jason jumped backwards in surprise.

“Who me?” asked Jason sounding a little frightened.

The creature crawled down to where Jason was. The creature had ears like an elf, pale green skin, and stood tall on his little legs. He was the size of a book!

“Yeah you,” berkata the thing.

“Wait I can talk!” berkata Jason in surprise.”

“Yeah I know it was part of our plan. We gave anda these symptoms so that you’d meet me here!” The little creature had a bit of a snarky and nasally voice.

“You mean anda gave me all of this pain?” Jason berkata very madly. Suddenly his pain went away.

“Nnnno. Listen kid, anda have a flame on your leg. That’s very special. We’ve been looking for a kid like anda for um,” The creature paused for a second, but then spoke: 1,920 years!” berkata the thing.

“Why am I so special.”

“Ok, anda have a flame on your leg. We
have an invention. Originally every person in our society was able to use it, but our builder was very smart and he knew a way this invention would work a million times better, so he sent out a signal. Once that signal was heard sejak any human, a baby would be born, one with a flame on its leg. After that person is seen sejak one of us, that person will be telah diberi super powers later in its life. anda are that kid. We gave anda pain so that you’d finally find one of us!” berkata the thing.

“What’s your name?” asked Jason.

I’m not allowed to tell you,” berkata the creature.

“What am I, the seterusnya Harry Potter? The one that shall not be named?” berkata Jason in a rather sarcastic way.

“I wish you’d listen to me!” demanded the creature. His face was turning dark red.

“Touch the glowing emas flame on the black ball,” summoned the creature. Jason touched the flame. Out, slid a dark hole. Where there had just been a black ball, now was a black hole. Jason fell right through the hole, as the creature flew right behind him.
























Chapter 2

The Society

Down he fell. He saw beautiful water falls and trees as he fell to the ground. He thought about that old movie he watched about a girl named Alice falling down a hole in his room with an old, out of date, tape player.

“Aaaaaa!” Jason screamed “Aaaaa!” He bit his gitar shirt, thinking the deep depth of the hole would never end.

Before Jason landed headfirst, The creature grabbed him, and rotated Jason until he was in the perfect position for landing. Jason and the creature landed. Jason didn’t bother saying thanks, which is quite rude considering the creature is nearly five times smaller than he, and it must be really hard to flip somebody over when you’re that small. Then on the tile he landed on, out slid
another hole. They fell through that one as well.

When they landed, there they stood, right in an ordinary town. As they walked through it, some of the creatures he saw looked a lot like humans, and were most of which were larger than the creature he had just been with. The sky was all red, orange, and yellow. It looked like a flame. It was very warm, and there was scarcely enough oxygen. The houses were a metal like silver. Only one house looked human like. The most human like one was the one Jason liked the most because it was the only different house. One of the larger creatures walked right up to Jason.

“Hi,” Jason said.
“Hello,” the creature growled back. He had a large low voice. He bent down, with his eyes looking in the direction of the flame on Jason’s leg. His eyes lit up with excitement.

“You … have… a…flame… on…. your… leg! I better tunjuk anda around and then tunjuk anda the invention,” berkata the beast like figure. Where did that other creature go? That smaller one, Jason thought. He looked questioned for a moment, but kept on walking.

“See the houses?” asked the beast. “ They are all built with one of the most resent materials discovered. There all made with stone!”

Stone? Jason thought. I don’t think silver houses would be made of stone.

“Yes, I know it’s amazing,” berkata the beast. “We had another invention that teleports us to Earth! That’s how we found stone! Also very resent, VERY resent!” he exclaimed.

“Yeah, very um, cool,” stuttered Jason. Jason and the beast slowly strolled around the town whose sunset never ended, pausing after every step to gaze at the houses built with the amazing resource; stone.

“Here, the invention is inside that building,” berkata the beast.
“I can’t come with you, and I can’t tell anda my name either,” berkata the beast.

“Why?” asked Jason.

“They’ll explain it in the room of the invention,” berkata the beast. Jason walked into the building.

This must all be so confusing for some Rawak kid like this. For instance, if anda were an average, not that well-known bola keranjang player, and anda have just been chosen to work in the C.I.A. Imagine how hard and mind twisting that must be. For that was what Jason was feeling.

Jason asked to the front meja creature,”
“I have a flame on my leg, and sejak any chance, would anda know where the invention room is?”

“Oh my god! The flame on yo”-
“Yes I know,” interrupted Jason.

“Go down that hall over there, it’s the 3rd door on the right,” berkata the creature running the front desk. He had an odd grin on his face. Jason thought why, and then he realized it was obvious: He was excruciatingly excited and happy that they were finally going to experiment with the invention.

Jason found the room, and stepped inside.































Chapter 3

The Invention


“Hello!” berkata the inventor of the invention. “Here we are, the flame boy is here! I must explain to anda the invention and how it shall work. Come take a look,” exclaimed the inventor. Jason walked towards the invention. It was just against the wall, exactly in the place of a fireplace.
And yet, it was a fireplace.

“A fireplace?” asked Jason in shock.

“Yes indeed. It’s from Earth, and we had to get the wood without letting anybody see us. Oh no, and if someone did see us, in a matter of minit are town would explode!” exclaimed the inventor.
“This is how it works. The flame on your leg has to “mach the flame in the fireplace. Once anda say one word, you’re gone on your mission. You’ve met two creatures, right? Both of which would not tell anda their names? Well, they and their names will help anda along the way of your mission. Your mission will be dangerous. Strange things might happen. anda must always be ready for something exciting, scary, atau life risking. Your mission is to find the blue flame. Once anda have had hold of it for at least one minute, anda will magically appear right here,” explained the inventor. “Oh, and one lebih thing, take this,” berkata the inventor. He handed some emas coins, each of which had flames indented in it and, each had a button on the bahagian, atas too.
“You may use each of your three coins once. When anda press the button, your coin will turn into a weapon. Each coin is a different weapon. All are useful though,” berkata the inventor.

“But, my parents and family and everything won’t know where I’ve been?!” exclaimed Jason.

“The time in your world is Frozen now. Nobody will have any idea. Match up!” exclaimed the inventor.
“ Wait! Mr. Inventor, I’m afraid I can’t do this. I couldn’t possibly complete this mission.” Jason said.
“ anda need to get some self confidence, and believe in yourself!”
“ Fine I’ll do the mission, but I bet I’ll fail,” Jason anxiously waited until the flames matched. The flames now matched.

“Say wectrilsion!” yelled the inventor.

“Wectrilsion!” yelled Jason.

“The magic fireplace sucked Jason into it. Jason was in the most odd situation. Waves and stars were viewable as he traveled through the fireplace. He felt an odd feeing: Darkness. Blackness. Nothingness. He swayed as if he were a puppet being thrown a long distance. There was scarcely enough air to inhale. His eyes and skin were almost dried out. Jason was sucked back out just in time, and there he was, standing in the beginning of his mission.
posted by ejenk1025
Chapter 2

I pull into the driveway of the cafe. I look into my rear view mirror. I look good. (Laugh) I get out of the car then fix my clothes. I'm ready. Just be yourself. Ok. I'm walking in. Don't fall. Don't fall .. He sees me. Just walk up to him.

"Hey."
"Hey. Glad anda could make it." berkata Lucas
"I'm glad anda could make it, too."
"Well. I work here so..." berkata Lucas
"You work here? Cool."
"Yeah. This is actually my mom's cafe. Let me introduce you." berkata Lucas
"Oh goody." I berkata nervously

Good impression. Good impression. Good impression.

"Mom, this is Brooke. Brooke, my mom." berkata Lucas
"Pleasure...
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posted by alicia386
Chapter Five

Mason met Olivia at his kegemaran restaurant. It was a perfect hari for a makan malam, majlis makan malam date. The sun was shinny, the clouds were extra white, and the rumput seemed greener then ever. If only she knew that this was a makan malam, majlis makan malam date. He signed the last autograph for today as Olivia sat across from him at their round table. Her hair was curly and in a ponytail. Then she wore a red dress with a thick, black tali pinggang in the middle. His saat impression of her was still the same, gorgeous. This tarikh was going pretty well but Cassidy dresses better. Mainly because Cassidy is rich but he didn't want to...
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posted by alicia386
Chapter Four

Olivia was extra busy today. Today was the first hari of the movie shoot for Hourglass. Before they could even start recording the movie, the would have to check up on everything. The wardrobe had to perfect. The scenes had to be accurately planned out. Then they had to make sure that all of the camera crew was positioned. Olivia wouldn't be able to receive the permits until tomorrow. So they couldn't start filming until then. She followed closely behind Mason as he did the daily check up.

Mason went straight towards wardrobe and the outfit choices. The outfit for Charlotte's arrival...
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Remembering is just an invention of the mind,
So anda need not try to remember something,
anda remember it automatically.
Which is the best thing that anda could have.

The good times that we had...
It is placed in a portion of your mind.
The bad times that we had...
It is placed in the other part of your mind.

anda try to forget all of the bad things that happened,
But it is not possible.
It is stuck in you.
The bad things are painted in ink on your heart.

The good things, anda try to remember.
And they stay.
They never go.
Never leave you.

Remembering is just an invention of the mind.
And, well...I guess I'm happy for that.
So I can remember every friend I've had,
Every boyfriend,
And all the good times.
Every memory will never leave my heart.
They will never be forsaken.
Never.
posted by Problematic129
*Poem I wrote for a class project on the holocaust.
DON'T COPY*
Different in ways they couldn't control
Killed for reasons we do not know
Ranging from ages young to old
The innocent people were taken from homes
Soulless people did not care
That the Jewish were in despair
Concentration camps ending their screams
Breaking apart their families
Not once did they do anything wrong
They opened their mouths and sang a sad song
Years went sejak and lebih pain came
Until on one very special day
As one we all saved
The survivors of the Holocaust
Stan, the young donkey, was wandering sadly around the barn. He seemed hopeless and wounded and had no desire to speak to any of his fellow donkeys; even talking to his father was not appealing to him that exact moment. In fact, he was feeling ashamed of having a donkey father. He was ashamed of being a donkey altogether.
As the moon and stars scattered across the dark, blue sky, Stan decided he no longer to wander. He needed some solution, he needed reassurance, and only his grandfather seemed appropriate for that particular job.
Grandpa Roger was sleeping peacefully in the barn. He had become...
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Bane’s POV

I laid in the grass, watching the clouds. I was beginning to dose off, right before sleep took me, a body pounced on me. I groaned, and looked up. A shaggy haired boy was sitting on my chest, giggling. My best friend, Christian.
    “Get off!” I yelled rolling over. He slid off me.
    “Party pooper,” Christian stuck his tongue out at me. He was so childlike, but that was something I had always loved about him. That’s also why we got along so well. He was hyperactive and loud, while I was cynical and quite.
    I...
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posted by Hades223
CHAPTER 1


Jason Card sat at his meja in his science classroom bored out of his mind. He hated science. It was his least kegemaran subject. Mainly because it was the last subject of the hari and sejak that time Jason was usually ready to go home.
Mr. Form droned on and on about chemicals atau something. Jason didn’t listen. He just sat at his meja and drew on some paper. He was a very good drawer.
Jason Card was a fourteen tahun old as of yesterday. His black messy hair never gave in to a brush which usually meant it was mangled and messy and went down to his ears. He was wearing a simple red t-shirt...
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posted by cullens-rule
Chapter 4 Tom

“it would be easier if anda knew, but I will try to explain, as well as I can, anda know my name is Tom but my saat name is Cullen”
I interrupted him now
“Tom Cullen? Sounds old fashioned”
“It is, any way I’m just seventeen”
He looked away sheepishly like he was lying this made me curious would he really lie about his age.
“my real parents are dead now, they died of an illness I don’t really know much about them”
“I sorry that must be hati, tengah-tengah braking”
He looked miserable he looked into my eyes and I could feel his pain, but he carried on
“I take after my father...
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posted by e2mma2weasle3
How to Add Emotion to a Story

1.    Understand kata kunci atau Key Phrases. Key Phrases are phrases in a story that triggers the waterworks. They are sentences that make people cry. Such as, a pet dies. anda could write, "Goodbye, Old friend." A Key Phrase could also be an action. Such as, there are two pets. One pet dies. The other pet tries to sleep with the other one sejak cuddling up to the dead body.

2.    Add a lot of relationship between the one who dies and another character, whether that is a human atau an animal.

3.    Add comedy to the...
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posted by sapherequeen
*Sigh* Okay, this is the first piece of Penulisan I will ever share with anyone. Rarely does the idea of a poem ever enter my dark mind. But tonight, just two minit ago, this one came to me, and I had to...write...it...down...


I’m aching here
I’m bleeding there

Pain strikes within
My every move

And there’s
Nothing
I Can
Do
To Make It
Stop

The tears roll down my face
And freeze there quickly
And stay until the time comes
Where they are no longer frozen
And begin to stream down again

My hurt was bottled up
But someone broke the bottle
And now it’s
Everywhere
And there’s nothing
I Can
Do
To Heal Myself

I’m...
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“Look at them, trying to figure it out. Trying to work out why a pure-blood has come to their school, Antiworld, huh? This could be fun”. There was a young man sitting on the bahagian, atas of a gargoyle wearing a white baju with a black kot over it. His eyes where a light green with a black cat eye stroke through it. As the man stood up anda saw that he had pitch black hair and his skin was white like paper. As anda closed in on the man’s face anda saw his eye drop a line of blood down his cheek, as if he was crying blood. The man looked up at the sun covering his face with his hand, he closed his...
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hei guys! I just wrote this poem. I haven't written a poem in quite a while, maybe a year, and this one's an attempt to get back on the poem Penulisan path. Well hope anda like it, and please, if possible, add a komen saying what anda think.

Me and Those

Ever noticed that in this life
Everyone wants anda to do something,
atau be something
That sometimes anda don’t want to be?

They are those!
anda know them!
anda probably have those in your house.
They are those who expect anda to take a path,
Even though,
Sometimes,
anda don’t want to take.

They are those who expect anda to be great,
Even though,
Sometimes,
anda prefer to be small and humble.

But do anda think,
For the slightest second,
That they care about that?
They don’t!

They are your parents,
Your grandparents,
Your Uncles and aunts,
That since anda were born,
Came up with a path for anda in life.

But know this,
And say it to yourself:
They are those, they matter,
But me is I,
And I’m the main character.
posted by BellaSwan636
Serena

She screams every time a police officer atau strange nurse touches her. She refuses to hear them out. So, until further notice, she is staying in my apartment.

I glance at the clock in the waiting room. It's past midnight. Wow. Jamie and Ashleigh are asleep on a small green couch, with a receiving blanket draped over them. I pick them both up, since Kayla and I are free to leave, and we all walk outside to my car. Kayla opens the back door, and while I'm strapping the two little girls in, I signal for her to get in on the passenger side.

She's a broken person. anda only need to look at her...
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posted by BellaSwan636
Serena

On Friday, Tia had picked me up to go shopping.

Tia was ecstatic; for what reason, I had no idea. Tia was like a hurricane, she jotted down my sizes on her hand and then took of through the store at a pace that should've set her path on fire.

"You look great in black, white, and blue," she muttered. I saved that for future reference; she obviously knew what she was doing. Plus I'd been told that each of those colours looked nice on me before.

She pulled me into a dressing room, pointed out which outfits to try out, and exited to let me change.

I pulled a scary-looking black baju singkat, halter neck...
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posted by fanfly
 Artwork sejak me
Artwork by me
Who are anda to judge?
Sitting right where anda are
anda have no claim on me

I know my own path
I am my own guide
anda are nothing to me
No matter how anda try

What do anda care?
If I'm not doing it right
I'm not following you

I know my own path
I am my own guide
anda don't know me
No matter how anda try

Why are anda here?
anda know I don't want you
I told anda to leave me

I am my own path
I know my own guide
anda can't mold me
No matter how anda try





Why do I feel compelled to write angsty poetry? I swear I'm not even that angsty. LOL Oh well, I hope someone out there enjoys it.
posted by Epismatic
A whisper in the cavern that goes unheard,

and a glimmer in the sky that stays unnoticed,

like the start of a brand new life, at the peak

of a mountain never scaled, lies in wait.

It can't be moved sejak any cosmic mover,

so no passing wind atau fog will douse it.

Only your eyes can scratch out the image

atau accept it, the light at the edge of your eyes.

Will anda take hold of the key you're offered?

Stop Singing of freedom; seek it instead?

To become a companion of the new

takes an ever expanding, soaring gaze.

But even sejak taking one step forward,

sejak placing one hand onto the mountain,

as the wind tugs gently at your back,

anda will realize the cage has already been broken.
Your hair is long, wet, and wavy and clings to anda as anda rise from the lake. anda get the sense that the water should be clearer. anda don’t dwell on it though, distracted sejak your own hair. anda don’t remember it being so long. With every motion the string of beads and shells woven into your hair bobs gently with a clicking noise. anda don’t realize that anda are topless until your hair settles against your back. But anda are not ashamed, there is a sense of liberation, anda can better feel what the earth and the wind are telling anda this way. If anda could see behind you, anda would know that...
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posted by pLaStIcSUNDAE
It's gray. It's always been so gray.

The beating hati, tengah-tengah that searched for what it believed to be a forever, only to be led astray.

The beating hati, tengah-tengah full of warm belief,

Now an iceberg of pahit regret, the surface a shallow reflection of the depths that rest beneath.

The smiling mask distorts the image of the surface, betraying the eyes.

The rigid, cold structure reduced to a cube of ice.

A problem crippled and crumbled into "I'm fine."

If the eyes are windows to the soul, then these windows have been fogged and cracked.

If the eyes are the windows to the soul, then within these, behind the mist,...
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