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Amerie sat at her table, staring at a young man who sat directly opposite from her. He wore a black suit with a black and white mask covering his face. She turned around to seek her best friend Jen, smiling at her. Amerie then turned back around to see that the man had disappeared. The feel of someones breath suddenly blew on her neck. As she turned around, she saw the man standing behind her with his hand out. "Would anda like to dance" asked the man politely. "I'd Cinta to" Amerie replied, taking his hand.

As they danced under the sparkle of the disco ball, the energy of the night was exstatic. Romance drifted through the room, as the man whisperred in Amerie's ear "May I ask what your name is?" he questioned, holding on to her tightly around the waist. "It's Amerie. And anda might be?" she replied, as she ran her fingers through his hair. "My name is Jason" he responded frantically. "Whats wrong. anda seem worried" she asked, curiously. "Quickly come this way. We should go outside" pleaded Jason as he grabbed Amerie's arm and pulled her across the ballroom out into the peak of night.

"Okay we're selamat, peti deposit keselamatan now" Jason berkata calmly. Amerie looked up at Jason and stared into his beautiful, brown eyes as she then noticed a black shadow standing right behind Jason. Amerie gasped and pointed her finger in the direction that Jason was in. As Jason turned around, another man appeared from the shadow and kicked him against the wall. While Jason tried getting up, the man picked Jason up sejak the front of his black jaket and threw him across to the balcony bars. As Jason laid on the ground barely concious, the man walked over and pulled off a kalung that was wrapped around his neck. Several saat later, Jason's body turned into a large, brown hawk and flew off into the night sky. "He can't hurt anda now that he has no necklace" spoke the man as he stuck the kalung into his back pocket. "He was gonna hurt me?" Amerie questioned as she stared in curiousity. The man rose his head and looked Amerie sharply in the eye before he walked into the darkness of the balcony and disappeared.
posted by FURRY
Life is a wonderful thing some people say... however I beg to differ, my name is Joel, my whole life I was treated like a monster. It all started when I was little around 7 atau so, I was sitting around the town square in the little village og Yotun, a place I called utama when it all happened, the sky started getting cloudy slowly getting cold I could see my breath easily, but something wasn't right everything was getting unblieveable dark it was like I was going blind.

Soon I couldn't see anything, then I felt an odd sensation on the back of my hand, I clinched my wrist in pain, it was unreal...
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Very few people in the modern world obtain their Makanan supply sejak hunting and gathering in the natural environment surrounding their homes.This method of harvesting from nature's provision is the oldest known subsistence strategy and has been pratised for at least 2 million years.It was,indeed,the only way to obtain Makanan until rudimentary farming and the domestication of wild Haiwan were introduced about 10 000 years ago.

Because hunter-gatherers have fared poorly in comparison with their agricultural cousins,their numbers have dwindled,and they have been forced to live in marginal environments,such...
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posted by PFEIFFER11
Run. It was the only thing going threw Leven,Evie, Matthew and Cameron's mind right now as the Anjing and people chased them into the forest.They went as fast as they could as the Anjing got closer and closer.

They weren't suppose to be running from the Anjing right now. Then again they weren't suppose to be convicted of a crime they didn't do but it had happened.

"Hurry they're gettin' away!" A loud and gruff voice berkata behind them. The barking got louder. A sharp pain was in Leven's side as she ran. She had taken track at school so she was use to it but it was terrible. She could barely breath as she ran.

Matthew turned his head to look back at the others for a perpecahan, berpecah saat and had came in contact with something hard. The thing fell back and Matthew staggered. They all stopped then as the body picked herself up. They looked I to the eyes of a criminal. The most wanted person alive in america. Brig.
posted by Rae-Ash
I can see it now
Just how it will be
And don’t even ask how
atau what will be the key

I think of all that is lost
And can’t even bare the cost
To know they suffer
But no one will offer
A way out
atau a new place
atau even a new rout
But to stick your sorrows in a case

I leave her tonight
And don’t give thought to all in sight
Not wanting that pain
As in the ground she is lain

Before I let a single tear go
I turn away
As I sob an ‘Oh’
And say I’m okay
I can’t believe she’s gone
Leaving behind her sweat John
Without saying a single good-bye

In heartache we sigh
Not wanting to cry there
But her spirit surrounds us

We see her everywhere
Form every utama to every bus
But we can’t menanggung, bear to say good-bye
As to us everyone will lie

We fall to the ground in pain
As dirt goes in, where she was lain
And our souls say their last good-bye
posted by ZekiYuro
Immediately,Yurin decided to make a list,called:"How to punish stupid Kai for forgeting Yurin Hasana's birthday"
1.Divorce,oh no no.Yurin won't let him "fall in love" with his work conveniently.
2.Beat him when he goes home,and let him suffer all the anger of his wife.
3.Throw him away from the katil room,let him sleep with the sofa for a long long time.
4.Try not to eat the Makanan he cooks.
5.Eat outside with Akira in mornings and afternoons and evenings(Kai never wants me to eat outside,haha)
And Yurin wrote lebih and lebih happily....until a parcel was sent to her.
-Ah,Akira and Karen's gifts,Yahooooooooo!!!!...
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posted by Rae-Ash
I’m so, so afraid
To tunjuk the real me
Will anda laugh at me?
--Call me names?
--Or just abandon me?
I don’t want to lose you
So, please say something…

Be yourself
Don’t be a fraud
And one hari you’ll see
You’re beautiful
--Wonderful
--And Amazing
It’s just a matter of time

You’re always so perfect
It must be a front
To hide the real you
Are anda ashamed
--Or could anda be embarrassed?
So, which is it?

Be myself
Don’t be someone else
And I’ll prove to you
I’m beautiful
--Intelligent
--And Amazing
Just watch and see

We’re two total opposites
Against the world
Will they snuff our light out?
--Or knock us...
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posted by hgfan5602
I gave it all my strength,
All my power,
All my determination,
All my courage,
I gave it everything I got.

It meant everything to me,
Even though it might not mean anything
To you.
That's why I gave it my all.

It just seems to me
That life is all about going the hard path,
And not the easy path.
But it is obvious that the hard path
Is always the one requiring stamina, endurance,
And all of your power.

The easy path is simple,
Requiring little time,
But in the end,
Your rewards are very little,
Like the time anda gave it.

The hard path seems lebih rewarding to me,
With the rewards excellent,
Even though anda have to give it
A lot of effort, and all your strength.

Being a writer requires
Going the hard path.
But I found out it is a very rewarding experience
Just a hari ago.
Cause I gave it my all.
posted by alicia386
Chadwick Prep

September 1: Kenya Welts
   "Good Morning Chadwick Cheetahs!" I chimed. "This is your host, Kenya Welts celebrating with anda on this fab Friday. One lebih week until Fall Formal which starts at 5:30 so don't be late." I paused as the theme song came on. It lasted a good 30 saat so I had time to review my lines.
   It was a pleasant feeling to have everyone watching me every morning giving them their needed news update. It made me lebih popular which is hard to believe since I'm already so popular.
   "Today's news starts with Kelly telling anda the weather for this week,...
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posted by hgfan5602
I will remember anda always.
Will anda remember me?
That is a soalan for anda to answer,
And not me.

I promise
That I will always
Keep the flame of memory alive.
The fun that we had will never
Be forgotten.

Even on foggy evenings,
The darkest of nights,
anda will always be in my heart.
For I know that anda will help me
Keep the flame of memory blazing
Always.

All the good times that we had,
All the fun that we had,
All the tears that we let out,
All the anger we let out
Will never be wasted.
Because every minit of it
Is in my heart.

I will tend to the fire
Every night,
Recollecting all the memories we have
Knowing that the flame of memory
Is the brightest flame of all
And it will blaze on.
posted by hgfan5602
It is sad how we must leave each other,
But it is something we must do in life,
So accept the fact that we do,
And leave now.

We go our separate ways in life,
Towards our careers that we prefer.
Although we must leave each other
We still have each other's memories
Tucked safely in our heart.

We leave
But we make new friends
The leaving might break our hearts
We understand that it is something
We must do.

It is something we do
To grow in life
To build character.
We go our separate ways in life
Though sad,
However helpful.
Hi. My name is Jake Gartner, and right now, basically a huge mutant serpent is coming to menelan me whole, tear me to pieces of flesh, so I have no time to talk right now. Oh, um...you want to follow me? Sure, just accept that everyday will be the best of the thrills. Right now, we are not getting any help from the immortal world, so just know that we have a horrible system of magic right now, and we have an extremely low supply of weapons, thus, the chance that anda will get out of this mess is around eighty-six percent. (because of me, the master of war) Oh yeah, the serpent. Enough talk. (ROARS) Off to kill a mutant serpent!!! (stabs, deflects, cuts a gash in its head, dies) That's only our first one, trainee. Whatever your name is. seterusnya time, I invite anda to sertai with us on our battle. And it will be even lebih life-consuming, if anda know what that means.
Well..I guess I am not realy good at Penulisan stories..but I Cinta doing it so I guess I can post one short story here~~~
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I knew nightmares pretty well. Those sick, little, messed-up dreams, which anda can never forget. No matter how much anda try they stuck in your head unwilling to set anda free. But I guess, I'm used to that. I had nightmares since I was a little child and some of them lebih than once. After I reached the age of seven they became my saat shadow. It was like I had an alter-ego. I became so intoverted that in the end people were afraid to touch...
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posted by morganaforever
This is the first chapter of I Won't Let Him Keep us Here. Enjoy

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Missing.

The word was whirling around Carla’s head, making it ache, making the room spin.
“They’ll find her, I promise.”
“Really? Would anda mind using your newfound physic powers to tell me where the hell she is, then?” snapped Carla, shrugging her sister’s comforting arm from her shoulders.
Carla hadn’t meant to snap like that, but Sophie was so naïve. Maybe she believed everything...
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I woke up. The director came in and yelled at me to get out of bed. I sighed. I knew, this was, another hari in showbiz. Showbiz was, at first, a very interesting and exciting activity to take on. It was much lebih serious than I thought it would be, and a lot less fun. I was Syria, the main protagonist in the story. My real name is Stace, for those of anda who don't know. I could be a trouble-maker in the play, but I couldn't be rambunctious and cause trouble for the crew.
People confused me most of the time. Especially adults. I could be trouble-making in the play, but I couldn't be rambunctious...
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posted by thetscfan121
Please comment, I need the comments, writers feed themselves from comments, so if anda don't want to kill me of starvation, please comment.



Lots of bad things happen these days. War, violence, corruption, people confusing SFX for SEX, drugs, death, car accidents, etc,etc,etc. Peter knew of them and berkata that popular line in puertorrican youth language, "ME IMPORTA UN BICHO!!!" Literally translated, "I care a dick." That's the way things are and that's the way I tell you. Well, Peter had one point against him: he was a catholic. Confirmed, conbined and sealed in paper, he was supposed to be the...
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posted by Hades223
CHAPTER 1


The claustrophobia had finally set in. In this incredibaly long elevator ride to the arena where I was to battle to the death with 23 other kids, fear's cold grip latched onto my heart. Then nervousness had crept its way into my nerves, making me tingly and numb. Now finally, after spending 15 minit in this freakin' tube, claustrophobia had clotted my mind. With all three fighting for control over me, I was curled in a ball on the floor. Some impressive tribute I turned out to be.
My name is Grazio. No last name. In fact, no last names will be uttered in this entire story, so get...
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posted by anbonie
“Nice performance!”
“Thank you, butler!”
Servant smile to Pieter and opens the door of red Ferrari. While driving no one used to speak, until Pieter say something to his butler and bodyguard:
“Did anda hear when my voice trembled? I think that was 14th song.”
“No, Sir…”
“When my father isn’t near, please call me Pieter”
“Yes, Si… I mean Pieter”
They arrived to McChink’s mansion. Servant turned engine off and ran on other site of car to open Pieter’s door, but he was too late. “I’m sorry, Sir…” berkata butler. Pieter sent him angry look: “I can open the door!...
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posted by para-scence
I'm never good enough for anyone. I'm always in someone's way. My mother, who had me at sixteen, always complains that I ruined her life. My father left before I was born. I never had any real friends; they all berkata I was too weird, atau I'm such a loser. My teachers hated me, because I could never get good grades. I could never do anything right. All my life, I've been annoying, stupid, worthless, and a waste of space. But they never even gave me a reason, so I couldn't even fix the problem. Am I too ugly? I know I'm less than average looking. My blond hair is a pretty dull color, and I never...
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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 sejak giving it the form of reality. This is quite opposite to our...
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posted by DarkGirl23
Five years later, sixteen, and the experience of it still torments me.

I suffer sleepless nights in the dark, waking up from the strangest nightmares known to man.
The site of the body still clings to me like the stench of misery. It makes me wonder, all through this time, what actually keeps the average human going?

All we are is dead in the end anyways.
I mean, It’s not exactly like people get the opportunity to really DO something with their lives anymore. Like, for example, something heroic: slaying a dragon, assassinating the one who desires to kill and rule with tyranny, atau maybe be the...
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