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Shadow watched silently until the bike was out of sight before turning to look at the animals. With a mischievous feeling, Shadow began barking like crazy and speeding toward the animals.
BARK!! BARK-BARK! BARK!!
The farm animaux went completely crazy, chasing the dog back, running away from him, screeching at the haut, retour au début of their lungs, and generally running haywire all over the farmyard.
Shadow stopped after about two thrilling minutes of chase. He shook himself off, barked a few times, then squeezed himself underneath the gate and took off at a run, following the scent of Summer and her bike.
It was a long venture for Shadow, for he had to slow down many times to catch his breath. He also came across many things that had his interest; flowers, birds, lakes, trees....but he stayed determined.
Soon Shadow saw a familiar woods. Was this what he thought it was? Where was Summer?
Shadow was suddenly filled with a feeling of intrigue. If the woods were here, he would have to chase Summer down and bring her back to where he stopped. He thought long and hard about it.
When suddenly, Shadow decided on his idea.
Ruff! Ruff!
Shadow ran, huffing and puffing and barking, all while catching up to Summer.
Shadow ran at a speed he thought he never could reach, as he was filled with a mixture of excitement and worry. Where was she? He had to find Summer! Quick!
Suddenly he heard a familiar call and stopped in his tracks.
"Shadow!"
Shadow listened on. Was it really her?
"Shadow, where are you?"
It was!
"Come here, boy!"
Shadow barked happily and ran down the cobblestone road reflecting the sunset. The little girl appeared. She peered at the dog, let go of her bike, and ran towards Shadow.
"There toi are!"
Summer swooped down and picked up Shadow. Shadow wagged his tail. Yes! He found Summer! And right suivant to the forest!
Shadow thought for a moment. He jumped down and ran back and forth between Summer, and the path behind them.
"I think we should follow him," Summer said. She grabbed her bike, climbed on, and began pedaling after Shadow, who was running to the woods.
"Shadow?"
Shadow stopped in front of the woods and barked.
"Whoa...."
posted by ashesandwine
 The Universaty's bibliothèque (Biblioteca Joanina in portuguese)
The Universaty's Library (Biblioteca Joanina in portuguese)
This one is for just_bella, let go of the bad moments, hon! We need to enjoy the present, look out for the future and let the past in the past... Don't forget, but don't let it control you:D
Thanks to patrisha727, emmett4ever, and everyone for the support:D



"Catherine's POV"

The sun may shine through the day, the moon may light up the night but I'm still in the dark, I'm still looking for my shining light to guide me out of this misery, out of the dark...
Until our suivant rendezvous, I send toi a million kisses... Do not send me any back for they set my blood into flames...
Ever yours...



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 Sakura Haruno From Naruto Punching Naruto Uzumaki
Sakura Haruno From Naruto Punching Naruto Uzumaki
1.Lloyd2-I Just Got Real Close To Him In The Past 5 Hours.

2.Hidanfan-She's Real Funny, Cool To Chat In The Chatroom With, And She's Just Plain Awesome! We Even Created A Spot Called "Giovannimtz&Hidanfan" I Thought Of The Idea, She Made It! I Also Created Her A Spot Called "Hidanfan" She's Also Obsessed With Hidan From Naruto.

3.Akatsuki_Otaku-She Loves The Akatsuki From Naruto Like I Do. I Was Her First fan And She's Fun To Chat With Like Hidanfan.

4.Bond_Of_Fury-I Also Got Close To Him In The Past 2 Hours, Lol.

5.Rusty746454-She Was My Bff On fanpop But She Started To Stop Going On Fanpop...
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i was a normal 18 an old colledge student until that night that horid night the night that all saftyein my life died it was a cold winters night and me and my friend trent were going to stay the night at the most haunted hospital in the world ( plus like most haunted place of death and despair)waverly hlls sanitoryoum. "come on tristen were going to be laughing stocks of the city if we dont go" "trent." i a dit " i dont think we should go" " are u chicening out." he a dit " no" i snapped " but its not right" i argued to him "its these millions of death beads and u have famly that died there and so do i" " he looked mad at me mentioning his uncle who died there but i had to make him stop. "no" he a dit " we are going." to hell i thought if only i new
This is my take on love,it came to me about two years ago,then it was just a phrase,i came up with the poem later on.:)I hope toi like it,please Review it.Critisism is welcome-but no Flames pls.thanks bye!


Love Is A Tortured Soul

Love is a tortured soul.
Drenched in the bearing of it’s kind, and the lost.
For it gets Lost quite easily; it’s naïve and foolish-desperate.
Love is a tortured soul.
It’s always there, waiting for toi to find it in it’s dark dim home, longing for another of it’s kind to relate and confide to.
They come sometimes, ou so it thinks.
It’s always being teased by...
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Alex's hunter had a name. Only one person knew his name and that was his ex wife. He was utterly baffled that Alex wouldn't crack where his family was. This was going to be hard.
Just then the door opened revealing his ex wife Melinda and his daughter Melanie. Alex's hunter felt his anger rise up into his head
"Crap Melinda why can't toi bring her suivant year?" he roared raising his fists
Melinda became furious. He knew she would be coming! "Jerry calm yourself. It's your winter to take care of Melanie. toi don't want to talk to my lawyer again do you?" She asked eying him like she trapped him...
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I Wake up. I see nothing but my pale white ceiling, I want to stay here, but then I hear my name. I rush up and go to the door but then I look down and see what I am wearing nothing but my under wear and a white singlet. I get my dressing robe and put my arms through the sleeves. I walk down the stairs and see my sister, her face is filled with anger I suddenly regret coming down. I stop walking once I reach the bottom of the stairs she walks up to me and smiled. I am confused until I realise that Georgia is here. Georgia is the goddess of music, hundreds of years il y a she was the outcast, her...
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In a weekly "test" single people who are looking for a partner ask their mother and their best friend to help.Their mother chooses one partner and their best friend chooses another.The test is to see who can choose the best partner!
This week's single man is Richard Taylor,a 26-year-old musician from Southampton.His mother Meg chooses one girl,and his best friend Danny chooses another.Then Richard goes on a rendez-vous amoureux, date with each girl.Which girl does he prefer?Who knows him better,his mother ou his best friend?Who chooses the right girl for him?


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Last summer I went to Los Angeles to stay with my cousin for a few weeks.One afternoon we were having lunch in a nice restaurant in the centre of the town when my cousin got a call on her mobile phone and went outside to talk.While she was speaking to her friend,I suddenly noticed a man in a black hat who was sitting at the suivant table.It was the actor Johnny Depp!He was alone,and I decided to take my chance.So I got up and went to his table:'Excuse me,could I have my photo taken with you?'I asked.He a dit yes,so I stopped a waitress who was passing par and gave her my camera.She took the photo of me and Johnny,I thanked them both,and then I returned to my table.When my cousin came back,I smiled.'Why are toi looking so pleased with yourself?'she asked.
'I had my photo taken with Johnny Depp.'
'Johnny Depp?Where is he?'
'He's sitting over there.Look!'
She turned around to look and then started to laugh.
'That's not Johnny Depp!'I looked at the man in the black hat-he was laughing too.
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What makes crocodiles so dangerous is that they attack incredibly quickly and they take their victims under the water to drown them.They usually attack in the water,but they can suddenly come out of a river and attack animaux ou people,and they can run on land at 17km/h.

Every an in Australia there are crocodile attacks on humans.2 years il y a a 24-year-old German tourist died when she went for...
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posted by Epismatic
toi held up your citrouille spice finger,

With a playful wink,

Your sweetness saved me several times,

When I was on the brink,

The warmth within your spritely smile,

Allowed me to be real,

Your cinnamon and sugar hugs

They taught me how to feel.

I'd run down to the coffee shop,

So I could see your face.

You've seen me at my happiest,

You've seen me in disgrace.

And though you're always beaming,

Still I feel the need to say,

It's okay if toi have some days,

Where your spice fades away.
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