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posted by dexisawesome
A lesson learned

Once upon a time in the small town of Eighdensburgh there were 6 small children. 5 of the children loved to play all hari and sleep all night. The sixth one did not like what the other kids liked, he liked chemistry and science plus a little bit of paranormal things. One hari the first child, that was a girl, came up and asked the sixth child if he wanted to play. He said” No, of course not! Why would I want to spend all my time prancing around like a fool!”. the first child then said” What’s your problem, anda got something against us!”. then the first child ran off to her friends.
The seterusnya hari the saat child, which was a boy, came up and asked” do anda want to race?”. the sixth child replied” why would I waste my valuable time running around like a mindless person! I would not like to run!”. then the saat child replied” fine, miss out like a wimpy geek.”. then the saat child ran off.
The seterusnya hari the third child came up and asked” can anda help me carry water from the well?”. The sixth child replied” No I am very busy and do not have time for such mindless work!”. The third child replied” fine! anda can work with your stupid chemistry!”. Then the third child ran off to gather water.
The seterusnya hari the fourth child came up and said” would anda like to go swimming with me?” Then the sixth child replied” I would rather drown!”. Then the fourth child said” Ok, fine! Play with your stupid science!”. Then the fourth child ran off.
The seterusnya hari the fifth child came up and said” would anda like to go hunting with me?”. The sixth child thought maybe he could get a deer atau a memerang for makan malam, majlis makan malam without paying for weapons. Then the sixth child said” Yes, I would very like to come!”. Then the fifth child said” good! We will leave this afternoon!”. That afternoon they left out for hunting. The sixth child said” where are all the animals?”. The fifth child said” we should perpecahan, berpecah up to see the animals. anda take that path and I’ll take this one.” The sixth child replied ”ok I will. See anda in an hour.” An jam later, the fifth and sixth Children met up. The sixth one looked beat up with bruises and maybe a few broken bones. The fifth child berkata ”what happened to you”, he asked. The sixth child replied “I was beaten up sejak a buck. But it made me realize that I have been cruel to everyone around here and I want to apologize immediately!” Then the fifth child replied “Ok, I will get everyone together and anda wait at the park.” Then the sixth child berkata “ I will meet anda there with everyone.” Later everyone was at the park. The sixth child berkata “I am very sorry I was mean to everyone. Please forgive me. I can make it up to anda sejak doing whatever anda like.” Then they berkata “Ok we can go swimming and running and playing and doing chores.” Then the sixth child berkata “ Ok if that is what anda want to do!” And they all got along nicely.

THE END.
1 being the best 10 the worst
These buku are great for summer Membaca I can honestly say that anyone that reads them will want to read them again.

10. Deacula sejak Bram Stoker
9. The Hobbit sejak Tolken
8. I'm the king of the istana, castle sejak Susan Hill
7. 1984 sejak George Orwell
6. The secret diary of Adrian tahi lalat sejak Sue Townsend
5. Pride and prejudice sejak Jane Austine
4. Jane Eyre sejak charlotte Bronte
3. Lord of the Flies sejak William Golding
2. The curious incident of the dog in the nighttime sejak Mark Haddon
1 Rebecca sejak Daphne du Maurier
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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