True Writers Article: A Slenders Cold cœur, coeur

posted by LorMel

My name is émeraude Dawn. I'm a 14 an old pre-teen girl...in case toi couldn't tell par my name. I'm going to tell toi a true story. The story on how I was the lone serviver in the attack of The Slender Man.
Everything I'm about to tell you, is real...be warned...

It was a cool evening in December, so cool that it was snowing.
I had my two best Friends with me, a 12 an old named Anna, about to be 13 in a week, and her sister, Melody, turning 10 in 2 months.
Anna & Melody were playing tag in the backyard, I was making snow angles, when Anna got the idea to play hide-and-seek untill the sun sets. Melody thought it was great.
"Emerald," Anna said, "Wanna rejoindre us?"
I crossed my arms.
"You both know I'm horrible at hide-and-seek!" I whined like a 5 an old.
Melody chuckled.
"Alright suit yourself!"
They both ran off into the forest. secondes after they'd gone running into the woods, something caught my eye.
"Hm?" I turned my head. Why did it feel like I was being watched...?
After a good solid minute ou two, I saw him...a tall, thin man in a dark suit, red tie. His arms past were any normal humans arms would stop. He was the tallest man I'd ever seen. Maybe 7 ou 8 foot tall? But the worst part...he had no face...
To be continued...

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The Deadly Sins ~PART TWO~

posted by malmcd

SLOTH

'Do toi ever get off the couch, sir?
Do toi ever get off the canapé and stop watching TV?
Do toi ever go for a run?
Do toi ever simply walk around ou exercise outside?
Do toi just play video games all day, sir?
Do toi even do any work?
Man, toi are lazy! '

I would not be surprised if someone
Said this to you, my friend,
For I am the cause of it all.
I am one of the Deadly Sins,
As toi humans call me,
For I am what makes people a lazy bum.

I am a daemon from the pits of hell,
As are all my other brothers,
But I must say,
That I am not a sin,
But rather a human instinct.
And it amuses me to see toi sit around...

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Millions Of Miles Apart

posted by malmcd

Millions of Miles Apart

From the moment your born somewhere out there toi have a true love. At less that’s what they say? They say there’s one person who has the same cœur, coeur strings as toi and they complete you. And there’s nothing that can keep toi apart from one another...But what if my one true l’amour isn’t here? I mean what if I never find him ou her if that’s the case which I hope it’s not. I don’t know what to say but I’m different from the rest...What if there’s no one out there for me?
My name is Sunflower I was born on the first jour of spring, March 20, 1998. And was...

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Sendoffs and Memories (Prologue to "The Spotlight Trained on Me," a Harry Potter Fanfiction)

posted by dragonsmemory

I looked around the platform, waiting. George leaned down and whispered in my ear. "Don't worry, Hailey. They'll be here."

I glanced up at him. He had changed after the battle, we all had. George, always the prankster, became plus serious. He had even talked about closing down Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes. The hole in the side of his head, where his ear used to be, was still unnerving, but I learned to accept it as a part of him.

"I know, George," I said. "There's still a connection."

"You mean that old twin telepathy thing toi had going is still there?"

I stood on my toes to Kiss him. "Always."...

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Girl code:The Pamela Jones Way Ch.19

posted by Problematic129

~Genre:realistic fiction, humor~
Chapter 19
    Oh, brother
    I couldn’t help but grin at Adam and Ryler, well mostly Ryler when they came through the front door. But I didn’t answer their questioning glances, right now I was too busy dancing through the house at my own happiness.
    Online the news of Meredith’s epic failure was overflowing, their were tons of rumors and ton of claque, smack talk, and some of the people Meredith bullied put some of their words they wanted to say on her page.
    There...

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Absolutely Wicked Ch.5

posted by Problematic129

~Genre: Fiction, fantasy
5
        Stilere
    It wasn’t like I was expecting anything to happen, but what happened when we opened the book did surprise me.
    “What in the world is that?” Alex asked, looking at the weird lettering.
    “I don’t know, it’s definitely not English, but it doesn’t look like other languages, and I know a ton.” Iris said.
    “Maybe it’s not even a language.” Darren said. “Sure doesn’t look like it.”
    “It’s...

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Girl code:The Pamela Jones Way Ch.19

posted by Problematic129

~Genre:realistic fiction, humor~
Chapter 19
        I didn’t even need revenge
    I couldn’t help but feel giddy as I brushed my teeth and changed into plus prettier looking clothes than my bedtime pajama’s of Hello Kitty. The house was quiet and I was a little bit disappointed, but at least I’d get some time to myself, and I needed that very much. I was also glad I didn’t have to go to school either, not because I’d be embarrassed ou anything, but because the minute I saw Meredith I’d go all Ninja...

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Remember me Ch.31

posted by Problematic129

~Genre: Fiction, mystery and fantaisie :)~
Chapter 31
        The worst form of betrayal
    I think I woke up, it still painfully hurt to breathe. But I was still in the woods, ou at least suivant to it. Witnessing the moment.
    The moment my sister died.
    I hadn’t been able to hold the tears ever since I appeared here, leaving my sister behind, I still couldn’t believe it. I missed my one chance, I remember what she had said, though I didn’t understand most of it, but I do now.
    Now...

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Coming Home: A Sons of Anarchy Fanfic Chapter 2 Part 1

posted by CapShunsuifan13

His eyes fluttered open, and his muscles automatically tensed. For a seconde he was back in Afghanistan, alone, without his comrades, falling asleep unguarded behind enemy lines. He noticed how his arms were, like they had been holding someone, someone who is no longer there. Gemma.... The thought entered his head like a speeding bullet. The fact that she wasn't there made him think that she had never been, that he wasn't really home, and that he imagined the whole thing. But one look around the room, his eyes adjusting to the moonlight, he could tell he was in the club house. He really was...

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loup Girl: Chapter 13

posted by SweetHoneyBunny

(Fantasy)

I woke with a pounding head and a throbbing shoulder. A bright light was shining in my eyes so I couldn't see anything. “What happened?”
“You were shot.”
“Shot?” I couldn't see anyone. Suddenly, the light snapped off and the room was thrown into shadows. Rubbing my eyes, I saw that I was in some sort of operating room. “Yes, shot. Brett and Dalla brought toi here, a dit I was the only one that could save toi so I did the only thing I could.” I was drawing a blank, what was it Dylan could do? An image came into my mind. It was a stack of files, one flashing after another....

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A Wish on The Northern étoile, étoile, star Chapter Three

posted by Dhampires

I shook in fear as I felt him hovering over me it scard me out of skin I could already feel his hits coming. As leaned over me I heard angry load foot steps stomping their way towards us. My eyes were closed tight but snapped open when I heard his out burst.

"Dad! Stop!" He'd a dit firmly.

"This little witch" he stooped down so his mouth was level with my ear. "Was snooping on on our conversation I think I'll..." he chuckled "finish her off in one sweep."

I could feel the cold metal of the couteau against my skin against my vocal cord. God, I wasn't even breathing I didn't didn't bother to think....

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Charmed and Dangerous Ch. 2

posted by alicia386

Action: Spy Fiction

Chapter Two: I May Be A Spy But Weather Can Kick My Butt Any Day

I and almost everyone else is the world takes life for granted. I didn't realize how good I had it until something hit our jet which immediately caught on fire. Years of training for disasters like this kicked in. I was on high alert looking for the nearest exit. My dad was already at one with two parachutes. Dang it. How could he have possibly have gotten those that fast? This would not seem impressive. Our pilot was already trying desperately to control the jet. It was like he wasn't afraid of those...

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Smith, Ron Smith,Prologue

posted by 1999jacko

4 weeks ago
Ron sat miserably in his apartment watching the new for something interesting, when a beeping noise butted into his little jour dream. He ran over to the table, tableau where the phone was placed, he picked it up instantly hitting answer." Hello commander, is my dad back yet?" he a dit hopefully. The commander cleared his throat before answering," Ron I'm really sorry but we just received a message and its not good news... I'm afraid your father is dead and we need toi to relocate away from Washington today. So pack your stuff and get ready for your escort to take toi to your new home." All...

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What I Took From It, Chapter Three

posted by flabaloobalah

Genre: Realistic Fiction, Mystery, Drama/Romance

Claire and I unpacked our belongings and put them in our own dressers and waited for lunch to be ready.
After a little while, Leila hollered for us. As Claire and I reached the doorway, we observed the stampede as the six of them pounded down the stairs.
When my little sister and I reached the kitchen, Jeb greeted us and handed us a bowl and silverware. At the head of the table, Leila stood with a ladle and served us plenty of food. I sat suivant to Makayla, and Claire sat across from me, suivant to Joey.
The meal was spent in almost total silence, save...

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What I Took From It, Chapter Two

posted by flabaloobalah

Once we were all done swarming each other, Leila helped Claire and I through the little herd of cousins, upstairs, to our room. Where usually toi would take a left and be looking at their bedroom doors and a bathroom, we took a right at the haut, retour au début of the stairs so we were faced with a room i hadn't seen before. The interior was a pale, almost skin like beige that was cracked and peeling in some spots, especially where our beds were pushed against the wall. Beside each lit was a small table, tableau with drawers and a lamp. In between us was a large window, creating a distorted patch of light on the scratched...

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Be Normal!...Not. (Chapter One)

posted by hgfan5602

Hi, my name is Jonas. I'm thirteen. I'm...well, not what toi would consider normal.
I have twenty pairs of X-His from the Converse store suivant door, all pink. Okay, okay, see? I'm not normal. And that's not the end of it.
I have thirty T-shirts that say mouton, moutons vampires Rock on them. Yeah, I l’amour the horror movie "Sheep Vampires." It's filled with mouton, moutons that get tortured and wake up at midnight only to turn into mouton, moutons vampires that suck the blood out of their shepherds. It's rated R, but my parents never notice. I bet they don't even know there's a rating system. Lucky for me.
So, this morning, I woke up, when my glass of coca left from an an il y a shimmered. A misty face appeared.
"Jonas...come here to me...or toi shall suffer the consequences...like your precious ancestors," the woman screamed.
Was it my imagination...or did I get sucked into my glass of Coke?

Jonas's glass of Coke

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A life of survival,prologue

posted by 1999jacko

because I like to have lots of stuff on at once heres a prologue of one of my new stories

The prologue
I ran vers l'avant, vers l’avant into nothing things being erased in the path of the other kids behind me, the world is crumbling before my eyes. MY Friends that have already died bodies appear on the nothingness in front of me I shove them away from my eyes and jump high over them.Too high I feel the pain shoot up and down my leg searing a hole of pain in my head and then that's all I feel, think and hear..Pain and that's when I know they are right behind me haunting me for all the bad things I've done I just...

What I Took From It, Prologue

posted by flabaloobalah

Genre: Realistic Fiction, Drama/Romance

There was this one summer I spent with my cousins, back when I was fourteen. My little sister, Claire, went to their house with me.
That first day, when we jumped out of the van, we were stunned. The house was this glorious, leaning, peeling, giant accueil on a winding dirt road. The paint was a soft baby blue, something that reminded me of rocking chevaux and winter nights. Our Auntie Leila stepped onto the rickety porch and waved and smiled. Cautiously, Claire and I waved and smiled back. Uncle Jeb came to give us hugs. We returned the hugs without complaining....

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Girl code:The Pamela Jones Way Ch.8

posted by Problematic129

Chapter 8
    That was not subtle
    “My reports so good! I’ll get at least a D!” I squealed as Beth and I walked towards the school.
    Beth frowned. “A D? Why not aim for B?”
    “Honey the last time I got a B, was when one stung me.” I informed her.
    “You can at least try, bubs, it can’t be that hard.” Beth reasoned as reached the school parking lot.
    “Impossible toi know I- salut look it’s Grey!” I yell when I see him on his motor cycle. “Hi...

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The Inevitable Fate 6

posted by rory2011

David rode the man's car , the man drove to the police station ,when they arrived ,the man told David to go to ask for officer 12's office in the seconde floor
David ran towards the office as fast as he can ,when he arrived ,the officer looked at him asking " are toi Mr. David miller ? " yes ,I'm sir " David a dit
" sit down please " the officer a dit
David sat on that black canapé near the officer disk
" sir ,could toi please tell me what's going on with my son Kevin " David a dit
" today there was a feu in the sugar factory where your son work ,your son is a very good strong guy ,he helped all...

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Girl code:The Pamela Jones Way Ch.6

posted by Problematic129

*Thanks for all the commentaires and fans :) Please don't copy and please read and review. Note, my stories might be posté later than usual, so your forewarned. Thanks for tuning in!!!*
Chapter 6
    Sage, the really strange red head
    I feel my blood boil when I see my gals outside drooling over football players outside with no shirts on. I suppress the urge to roll my eyes, Sage’s practically fanning herself, Ali has no shame in giving them the stalker look, and Beth is too pre-occupied on her phone.
    I stomp towards them. “How...