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posted by amoremusic
blessed
when i think about the things that God has blessed me with i get to excited to think that he has done all of these things for me and only me, so that the people around me can be blessed as well,

The things that i cherish the most is family and the impact that they have on me as a young woman, the l’amour that they montrer me everyday of my life, there is a quote that fits what i'm talking about and this is what it is:

"Family, they are the people who bring toi up when toi are down, they are the ones that toi can turn to when life isn't going the way toi want it to, they are there to comfort toi in times of sorrow and in pain,."

that's what Family means to me, tell me what does family mean to you, and how do toi fine your comfort, is it in the people that toi l’amour and trust, toi tell me how toi find your strength and your foundation.

Before/ Beginning/ but not the end:

I will not let toi be so sympathetic of me and how my life has now turned out, ou the way i live my life in the manner that it is now, for toi have no-right at all to judge me hence-forth.

The things that i say of think doesn't apply to toi at all, I was born to be so different and that's how I'm going to stay, toi can't change how I feel, I know that I'm so confused and messed up in the head, and that I need help I don't want toi to try to help me, i need to try to find it on my own, and on my own time.

Don't push me to find the help that I need let me find on my own, and for wanting to change let me do it on my won time, that it is a life-choice that i have to make. I'm not saying that I hate toi of dislike toi in any-way, I l’amour toi for toi and I'm not asking toi to change me in any-way, I'm just asking toi to give me the l’espace that i deserve to have to get better with the time and the struggles that I have to deal with. Please all that I'm asking toi is to l’amour me for me and for who I wish to be and for what I was before this all happened to me.
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posted by inexplicable
The last time

The jour was gray and it was raining outside. There were hardly any people seen on the streets, but I ran, soaked par the rain, down the street. I walked toward a house, but went unnoticed on the opposite side of the street. I looked up to the building and reminded me again at that time, to events to which I recalled many years later. It is in this house he lived not too long ago. Whether we were just friends, ou maybe even plus than that, I still do not know. I called me back the memory of an evening that was not even long ago. We were in his room and he played me on the piano before...
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posted by Theatre_Freak
Once upon a time there was a little place called the 13 colonies. In one of these colonies lived little old m,e Angelina, but there was something different. In my colony, everyone was the same; we all had animaux grew crops and so on, but I was special. Originally, I lived in Paris, France with my mother and father. After my father died when I was just a baby, my mother noticed that I had a gift that only few had in our family. I was a Witch.
My mother feared for my safety and made a deal with her sister. Her sister was a specialist in the dark arts of magic. Mother didn't trust her, but she...
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posted by twilight-rocks9
“Hay” Byron said. “Hi”I a dit “um….can I talk to you? This is sort of important.” I waited for his answer. It seemed like forever. “Sure. What do toi want to talk about?” I didn’t know how to start. “Your sister. She’s being quite childish about this I mean she’s 15 I know I acted like a 5-year old when it doesn’t get what it wants. But this is just….well dumb-” he cut me off. “How is she being childish?!” he was very furious he looked like would explode. “Well… she only lets toi talk to me when she’s not here. We have to hide the notes from her. And…...
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posted by Anudie
Once upon a time, in a perfect world there stood a perfect rose château guarded par a perfect number of perfect fluffy chevaux and surrounded par a perfect mur of perfect rose flowers.
In the perfect château there lived a perfect, perfect girl with a perfect life. Her perfect name was perfect: Serenity Lianna Honeyblossom Sweetytreat Sparkle petit gâteau, cupcake Beauty Mary Sue.
She was always paid par authors to étoile, star in their livres and act like the perfect dream girl; aka a Mary Sue. She lived in Storyland, where all the ideal characters lived until they were picked for a story and then dropped back in after....
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posted by cute20k
Hi! I was écriture a novel a while back, but I got distracted. I have only written the first chapter. I feel as if I need better names for the characters. I believe I'm going to éditer the first chapter a lot and bring in some other characters. For the main 2 characters I was thinking I would name them something foreign that has a meaning to do with love, to be a little cutesy. Also, titre suggestions would help! If toi choose to follow the link below the female character's description, let me know if toi have any names for the 2 cheerleaders mentioned.

Edit: For 'Jo'/female I was looking up names...
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Ah, the dreaded cliché! The worst feedback a writer can get is, "Well, it sounds sort of cliché, doesn't it?"

All authors want to be original. If someone even mentions that a writer's work reminds them of someone else's, the writer tenses up. "No, no, no, I'm nothing like him," he says swiftly. "I've never even read him."

"Yeah, but it's kinda like him," the reader persists, believing she is giving a compliment rather than an insult. "He's incredible, toi should read him!"

The thing is-- it should be a compliment when a reader compares your work to...
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posted by Insight357
This is a story; my story. I am Damien Cole Demidov. My grandparents are full-blooded Russian. I am twenty-one years old, and I’ve been locked up in an asylum for four years.
    I have black hair about four inches from my shoulders. I am vampire pale. I have crystal blue eyes. I’m 5’9’’.
    I have met many a person in my time. Maybe you’ll meet some of the throughout the story.
    Anywho, I live in the U.S. now, shipped over with my mom when I was twelve. I live in New York City at the moment. My mom is back in Russia with my father, and grandparents.
    Now, let’s see what’s in store for us.
posted by EmzLovesCheryl
Life.


Life is what toi make it, a recipe that could either end in disaster, ou turn out great.

Some people get an advantage, they start off with better ingredients. But at the end of the day, the person that worked the hardest, gets the best result, no matter how they started.

Never think that toi can't beat that person who has every ingredient ready-made, because they happen to have that start in life. If toi are dedicated to what toi do, then there's nothing to stop toi getting to that same stage. ou above that stage. toi just have to be determined, talented at what it is toi want to do, and...
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posted by kayleebabee
As the Bentley pulled into the huge garage jane smiled to herself gently. I felt Edward stiffen suivant to me.
"What is it?" I mouthed I felt my eyebrows pul together in mystification, as he shook his head it must have been bad then what she was thinking.
"Move it I don't have all jour and neither do your family." She cackled like a witch on halloween.
I fought back a snarl- that was out of line and Jane seemed the type who would use your family against toi in a fight.
"She was thinking about the tortures they had put Esme and Carlisle through. They let them get- toi remember how thirsty toi were before...
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posted by mars15
I hate when toi walk away from me
because I'm always scared that toi won't be come back
I hate every time i see you
because i always melt like ice scream on sun
I hate every time when I'm not seeing you
because i always think where are you
I hate that you're always in my head
because i can't think about anything else but you
I hate when toi don't talk with me
because i always think that i did something wrong
I hate that i always try to impress you
but it's like toi don't see that
I hate every time toi touch me instinctively
because toi always make me want to hold you,to Kiss you
I hate every time toi talk...
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posted by FalliNgSparks
Here I spread the couleurs of my life

They sound like a tune of fife


They always closed me in a dark room

I put on my headphones, enjoyed & played the boom


It's so boring to just see the sky

Today I decided I'll go and fly


Eveyones mind is full of depressions

But mine is full of imaginations


I changed the dark night into shining sequins

And the heap into beautiful fragrance


I don't want toi to make my hair a mess

Cause I'm wearing the tiara to be a princess


My passion, my obsession, my desire

Don't interfere in between ou I'll blow toi up with flames of fire
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posted by e2mma2weasle3
If You're écriture Fiction

1.Figure out what toi want to write about ou what type of book toi want to write. For some people, ideas come naturally, but for others, it's a difficult step. If you’re having trouble, figure out what kind of livres toi like. Do toi read a lot of Stephen King? Write a horror book. Have toi been hooked on Eoin Colfer ever since the seconde grade? Write a story about elves and technology. If toi try to write a book that toi would enjoy reading, écriture it will be plus fun and easy.

2. Know the elements of a good novel.

-The setting. The setting of a story is its time...
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posted by twilight-rocks9
sorry it's so long let me know if toi like it



We’re finally out of the house and coughing I looked at my ivory skin marked with ashes I looked at jose same thing. “jose do toi have the money and your clothes?” I ask “yes do toi have the nourriture and your clothes?” my little brother asked I can explain the bags we wanted to run away because our parents were splitting up.“Of course oh my goodness look at Domingos’ house” I say. It is also on feu we see one person stumble out “jose we need to see who that is.” I say. He already was running to see who it is. “Thank goodness we...
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