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posted by bigbrain101
I know Edward always a dit Bella was beautiful but she seems kind of boring. She always worries about other people, but she never thinks of herself. In the book [especially when she's human] she thinks all these stupid thoughts and I'm glad Edward didn't hear what she was thinking because I would be so embarrassed if I was her.
I l’amour Alice. She is so cute and she has a great sense of style. I'm so glad she got Jasper. Even though her closet is a bit disproportional I wouldn't mind having it once in a while.(:
Rosalie is cool. I mean she was mean but after Nessie was born she got so much nicer. I can tell that she truly loves Nessie.
I've donné toi my opinion but what's your's?.
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This is just something I wrote in my free time and I would like whoever reads this to give me honest opinions OK? Please.

Bella: Why am I covered in feathers?

I was so tired.
It was Dartmouth's spring break, and Edward and I had returned to his house.
I immediately crashed on his golden lit in his room. There had been so much cramming for tests and everything; college was much plus difficult than highschool.
Edward still hadn't changed me, despite his promise. He claimed he couldn't saturate his thirst enough near the Dartmouth campus, and he wouldn't leave me alone to go hunting. He wanted...
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I tapped my pen to the pad of paper on my bureau at a slower – but stronger – than human pace. My eyes focused on the lines, each one so clear, so vibrant. The acidic smell of ink from the pen poured into my nostrils, flooding them with solvents, pigments, dyes, resins, lubricants… and whatever else ink was made from. Chemicals.

I wanted to write a book. Not a book that would go on to be published; just a book. A fictional story with fictional characters who I controlled. I didn’t know what I wanted the book to be about, exactly. I also didn’t know where to begin. I just knew I wanted...
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