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posted by coriann
Chap 1
They say the woods had magical powers, ou that there were creatures possessing the woods that caused strange things to happen in the neighboring town. But myths may be able to fool the 19th century, maybe even the 20th century, but the 21st century? You’ve got to be kidding me. With the kind of first class technology that can map out entire areas through every nook and cranny, and that can create a program that can entangle the entire world in its web. The 21st century was 1st class, un-gullible and not easily fooled, too wrapped up in our own little bubble of a world that we created for ourselves, that we forget the dangerous place of death and misery that this world really is.

For hundreds of years no human had touched Greenwood Forest. But with it’s lush fields, tall shady trees, excellent soil and abundance in water, Greenwood forest had caught the eyes of 21st century housing development planners, and soon a little town was to be constructed there. And that was the place that Eleanor and Brandon Dyson and their kids 17year old Brandy, 19 an old Cadence, 11 an old Carly and 8 mois old Caylee were going to be moving to. After all with the new baby and everything the family needed plus space, and Mr. Dyson had gotten a job there.

They drove down the dusty old road for what seemed like forever, with nothing surrounding them but dead herbe and murky grey skies. There was a grey sky yeah, but somehow, stupidly enough, there was no rain. The long electricity lines made a pretty sight as birds used them for a nest and huge epiphytes grew onto them hanging on with their long and pretty roots. Soon they could see the forest ahead of them, It was so beautiful and lush and green. And as they entered, the sky automatically turned bright blue and the clouds opened up, white and cottony and pretty. The road here was brand new.

“You know, there are a lot of stories about these woods” a dit Mr. Dyson “One of the reasons why they took so long to build on it.”
“Oh come on Brandon, let’s not scare the kids”
“I’m not scarin’ them hun just trying to make this drive a little plus interesting that’s all”
Eleanor rolled her eyes, and then Brandon continued “They say the forest is filled with malevolent creatures, and not the good kind either, I’m talking about spirits that live inside of the trees so that they can watch toi at night, spirits of children who died in horrible ways when they were only babies, they say their feet turn backwards and they wear big straw hats over their heads to hide the fact that they have no face, every once in a while, they like to call other kids so they can drag them into the forest to rejoindre them in play forever. One a the populaire rumors is that if toi go deep enough into these woods toi see a pretty lady, and toi know what she does to you? She leads toi deeper and deeper inside the woods and then she…” then all of a sudden the car started to shake and tumble, then Mr. Dyson pulled over.

“Looks like we popped a tire” he said. The teenagers gave a fed up sigh while Carly just had on a worried look. Mom looked pretty fed up herself, leaning her head out the window with a tired look on her face, then all of a sudden, for what seemed to make no logical sense, Caylee burst out in an uncontrollable fit of laughter. cognac, brandy just stared at her; this usually humored him, but not this time, not after what seemed like a 1000 heure drive to the end of the world. Yes, he was cranky. He looked at his sisters. Cadence had instinctively pulled out her phone and started texting wildly, while Carly was playing with her ponies. He rolled his eyes, and then he checked his phone. 0 messages, 0 calls. He shrugged, and then he opened the door of the car.

“Where are toi going?” asked Cadence
“I dunno” he smirked. She just shook her head. Ironically enough, even though cognac, brandy was named after his father, he looked absolutely nothing like him; he had his mother’s Bright blonde hair except with hints of brown and her crystal blue eyes. He even got his curious and slightly laid back, hands off attitude from his mom. His sisters were feisty, fiery and forceful like their dad, and they had his deep black-brown hair and green-brown eyes except with a hint of blue. They were exiting and alive and interested, while cognac, brandy lived in Brandon universe.

His white sneakers hit the ground. He was wearing bright blue jeans and a hot red sweater. His hair was combed up in something like a Justin Beiber hairdo. He started to walk. He looked back; he could see his father trying to fix the white hatch back. He turned his head away from the car and into the forest.

He knew forests were dangerous and whatever, he thought. But that was just talk, he had never experienced it himself, and what if they were wrong? If they were right then he would just die...and what would be the problem with that? Yes, as toi can probably tell cognac, brandy was a very apathetic young man, not caring about his own life ou where it took him, just simply going with the flow. He was bored and was simply curing his boredom.

He took one step into the forest over a big twig, and then all of a sudden some long hanging vines blew behind him and sort of shoved him into the forest, he fell on his hands. “Ah!” He got up, dusted off his hands and then continued walking. Then he heard moans coming from the trees. He looked around, looking for deformed children, then sighed. It was only just the breeze. He stifled a laugh.

He looked down; the ground was so full of bright brown fallen leaves that he couldn’t see the ground. Then he looked ahead at the deep brown, thick arbre in front of him and surely enough, a young lady peeked out.
He smiled, finally something about his fantaisie that could actually be true. I mean, any sensible boy would have thought back at his father’s story and realized that it was dangerous, but he was desperate, so so desperate, and she was so so beautiful, so beautiful. He walked over a twig and it cracked. He reached out his hand to grab her soft, beautiful luscious body when suddenly he could hear his dad calling him from the distance. "Brandy" he heard. He moved back his hand, gave her a sad stare and ran away. Her breasts were blooming beautifully, filling up the haut, retour au début part of her baby doll white and brown dress, the haut, retour au début was white highlighting her bosoms and the bottom was nature brown. “She had curly blonde hair, kind of like a princess, and her eyes were brighter than the sky over the forest” he explained to his sister when they got to the house and had already unpacked and everything.
“Why do toi always talk out all your disgusting girl fantasies to me Brandy? for the last time, I don’t care!”
“But she was real, I swear!”
“Well, if she’s so real then why didn’t toi try to help her? Go run after her ou something”
cognac, brandy sighed “I could hear Dad calling my name and plus I didn’t want to get too deep down in those woods. I have horrible navigation senses”
“Oh wow, so toi loved her so much that toi didn’t care she was in the forest all alone? toi could have told Dad ou Mom”
“I…I didn’t think she needed help, she looked…fine” he chuckled
Carly rolled her eyes. He laughed and gave her a friendly nudge and then walked away. She laughed too “You need to find yourself a real girlfriend!” she shouted after him, and then she smiled, she loved her brother; him and her were very very close ever since he could remember, even though half of it was arguments.
What Do toi Want Your Life To Be When toi Look Back? par Chapman université Professor Paul Joseph Gulino via FilmCourage.com.
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conseil To A Screenwriter Working On Their First Script par Peter Russell from STORY EXPO 2014 via link For plus videos, please visit link
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posted by SisterOfThalia
I'm not very good at poems, but hgfan5602 is so inspiring that I had to give it a try. I graduated another school the other jour (I won't say what grade) and I'll be going to another school suivant year. A lot of my Friends are going separate ways. So I wrote this. I hope it's good, it's my very first poem in a long time.

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It hurts to let go
But I have to
Because it can't last forever
Nothing can

I wish I could hold on
And think of everything we've done together
As a family
The family we've been all these years
So many years
So many memories
Killed in the blink of an eye
Yet lasting
Hanging on
Surviving

Our...
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posted by Seastar4374
(warning this first part is going to be a little graphic so please do not rapporter this if toi are going to be a hater just leave this article right now)

"Come on get down on your knees now!" "No!" is all I could scream to him. He has held me here for three months now and I could tell why now. All the molesting, all the nice treatment, lead up to this moment here and now. He was planning rape. He shoved me onto my hands and knees and all I could let out was a cry. "Oh shut up it'll be over before toi know it" He says as he stands over me his legs holding my hips so I can't try and crawl away....
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posted by tigerseye43
THis is just a fiction l’amour story i made myself.....Enjoy :)


Once upon a time there was a couple dating.Their names were Courtney and Jake. They were so happy together but Jake had a secret. He was secretly dating another girl, Ariel. One night while Courtney was at jake's apartment she heard Jake's phone buzz indacating that he had gotten a text. Jake was in his room so she decided she would look at the text.When she read it, she was heartbrocken.
It said, "Hey jakey when toi are done with Courtney come to my place, i have somthing for you."
When Jake come into the living room, he was greeted...
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posted by iluvPrinceMJ213
It wasn’t a surprise when me and Kaden were almost struck par lightning AGAIN! Zeus was the god of the skies and he hated us. It wasn’t our fault our mom had a vengeful personality ou that Zeus couldn’t keep his pants up. I can never decide who has plus blame but if they weren’t like this I wouldn’t be alive. I was the only one of Apollo’s kids to have the sun power which meant I warmed up faster so I easily dried after me and Kaden jumped in the lake to avoid the lightning. But Kaden was still soaked to the bone and some how his black hair and dark blue eyes seemed darker making...
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posted by ilovehouse345
In Bester Middle School there are things toi should know and things toi should not.
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"Alexis",said her teacher mr.trumpower "You havent turned in the last 3 assignments."

"Sorry?"

"Have them on my bureau monday morning ou detention."

She nodded and walked away.Mr.Trumpower was genrally a pretty cool teacher,not to nice but not to mean,just very stern.

"What was all that about?" asked Alexis's best friend Heather

"Nothing just havent turned in work."

"Oh well toi should get it in,dont want him in a bad mood monday."

"Since when have toi cared about work?"...
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posted by TDIlover226
Eddie Krinshaw walked down the side walk of the Ulysses S. Grant comunity park. It was almost dark and the sun was starting to set. He needed to get accueil before his curfew, ou his parents would get mad. He walked through the park gates, then across the rue to his house. Just as he was getting ready to do his homework, there was a pounding on his window. He waited until the pounding stopped, then he opened the window to see his friend Vincent Samson standing there with a dart gun in his hands. "What are toi doing!" a dit Eddie. "I found this cool construction site down town" a dit Vincent.
"And...
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Biggest Misconception People Have About A Screenwriting Career par Frank Dietz via FilmCourage.com.
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posted by kiabearmisfit
****your at accueil with roc royal and princeton***

(Your dating roc royal oh if i write on toi too will brake up fyi)

Me: aye prince Charming can toi get me some peace thé prutty please

Prince: ugh better be lucky we Friends

Me: thanks your the best of the best

Prince: finer than fine

Me: MDR didn't say all that

Prince:😄

Me: MDR rocky bear

Roc: aye baby

***he gives me a kiss***

Prince: 😣ewwww

Me: MDR toi Kiss to prince

Prince: i know i do it just that when yall Kiss it like so Perfect it like man wish my Smooches were like that lol

Roc: well really i dont put much thought in to it but she my number...
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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 par giving it the form of reality. This is quite opposite to our...
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posted by GryffindorGirl2
salut all! This is another HP fanfic,with my other OC in it,Elladora Malfoy,she has long white-blond hair and blue-grey eyes.


Elladora's POV

My father shoved a piece of parchment under my nose,causing me to look down at it.
"Read it." My father hissed.
Letters scrambled together,changed places,and floated off the paper,all I could make out of it was,"AMOYFL LGIR AICEFNS OPTETR?" I sighed in anger,rubbed my eyes,and glared at the paper.
"Well?" My father a dit again,throwing the paper onto the ground.
"W-what does it say?" I studdered. My parents didn't know I was dyslexic and had scoliosis,only Draco...
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posted by Elizabeth90luv
It was 3 o’ clock in the morning, October 31st, “the night of the living dead” as my mother had told me when I was a kid. I never believed her. I could never believe that one dead body can come back to life, and that was one of the reasons that New York’s crime lab selected me. But then it was different. A cold breeze was blowing outside this house –rumor had it that it was haunted- and three bodies were lying on the floor. I was alone in this dark room, while the other investigators were processing the seconde floor and everything was calm and quiet.

I started collecting evidence,...
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posted by e2mma2weasle3
Character profil

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Glasses ou contact lenses?

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How does he/she dress?

Mannerisms:...
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posted by Cinders
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Photo by Steve McAlister
salut there, everyone! It's the start of a brand new year, and I know we all have brand new ideas for our lives. That is why I want to open this an up with the first ever fanpop poésie contest! It's basic and simple, because everyone can write poetry, and it's short which means everyone can read all of the submissions in a brief period of time, whereas stories may take longer. However, if you're a story-writer (I sympathize), never fear! If this contest goes well, I may sponsor a fanpop Short Story Contest afterwards.

Established Rules
1) Any piece of poésie is accepted, so long as it is not...
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Chapter 1: Beauty is a cruel mistress

Sighing I sat down in the usual hard wooden chairs that the school provided. Taking out my book I opened it to the page I had been lire last night at unspeakable hours of the morning-or afternoon for humans- none the less I was tired and the small écriture printed on the pages strained my eyes. I was in English, which considering I was a vampire and having no intentions of pursuing a career in literature was quite a pointless subject. I had already had four classes already this morning and I was not looking vers l'avant, vers l’avant to this one.
“Rose” a smooth but...
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