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posted by minniemeg
Siblings fight.

Siblings argue.

Siblings hit.

Yet they always forgive.

But..... what if the sibling was cold?

What if the sibling was cruel?

What if the sibling treated toi like scum?

What if the sibling was heartless?

What if the sibling worshiped the ground another walked on, while tormenting you?

What if the sibling constantly mocked your social standing?

What if the sibling called your fears ''dumb and irrational''?

What if the sibling would never help you, even in a dire situation?

What if the sibling wanted to hurt you?

What if the sibling blamed others for their hatred of you?

What if the sibling made toi cry, and then refused to apologize?

What if the sibling hurt toi like a couteau in the heart?

What if the sibling made toi nearly burst into sadness every time toi see them?

What if the sibling caused toi to think why bother living?

A sibling like this is not a sibling at all.

It is a monster.

A terrible, ignorant monster.


Note: This is dedicated to my brother. I mean every word Sam, every word.
posted by sparkles3
this is a fan fiction of the novel, Darker Still, par Leanna Renee Hieber.
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Disclaimer: Ms. Hieber own the rights to the book Darker Still.
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Summary: In New York, 1880, Natalie Stewart fell in l’amour with Lord Denbury, known as Johnathon Whitby to family and close friends, who was trapped in a painting; and under a curse. With the help of family friend, Evelyn Northe, she is able to free him, and they leave the state.

But history repeats itself.

Now, in present jour New York, 13 an old Katia Whitby (Natalie's Greatx6 granddaughter)has become entranced par a painting which seems oddly alive. Katia is also mute, like Natalie was. She seems to some of the same abilities that her great-great-great-great-great-great grandmother did. Because her father works for the local museum of art, she's able to see the incredible painting with which she's obsessed plus often. But is that really best?
posted by alicia386
If toi want plus awesome écriture go to True Writers.

Chapter One

      The constant roaring of the thunder and the sparks shooting from the lightening toi would have thought we had planned for this. Nothing is planned for in Somnium. No one expects these tragic events to occur. Even if we did plan for it, it still wouldn't change the mood. It would not make me feel any better. It wouldn't change the fact that my brother was now lying in a cold coffin dead.
      The weather was the least of my concerns at the moment. This funus, ou celebration for the dead, was at my haut, retour au début priority list. Although...
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What This Handout is About…
This handout will explain what a Literature Review is and offer insights into the form and
construction of a Literature Review in the Humanities, Social Sciences, and Sciences.
Introduction
OK. You’ve got to write a literature review. toi dust off your world literature
anthology book, settle down in your Ebert and Roper at the films theatre chair with
your pop corn, maïs soufflé and soda in hand, and get ready to issue a “thumbs up” ou “thumbs down”
as toi leaf through the pages. “Literature Review” done. Right?
Wrong! The “literature” of a literature review...
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posted by Rae-Ash
I can see it now
Just how it will be
And don’t even ask how
ou what will be the key

I think of all that is lost
And can’t even bare the cost
To know they suffer
But no one will offer
A way out
ou a new place
ou even a new rout
But to stick your sorrows in a case

I leave her tonight
And don’t give thought to all in sight
Not wanting that pain
As in the ground she is lain

Before I let a single tear go
I turn away
As I sob an ‘Oh’
And say I’m okay
I can’t believe she’s gone
Leaving behind her sweat John
Without saying a single good-bye

In heartache we sigh
Not wanting to cry there
But her spirit surrounds us

We see her everywhere
Form every accueil to every bus
But we can’t ours to say good-bye
As to us everyone will lie

We fall to the ground in pain
As dirt goes in, where she was lain
And our souls say their last good-bye
posted by Dhampires
Blood spattered everywhere. From the ground trickles of blood managed to reach my cheek.


I stood horrified tears swelled my eyes, my vision going unfocus the pain hit hard causing me to catch my breath. Tears rolled down my cheeks, the scene I'd witnessed far beyond my believe.


Yet I saw it all eye to eye.


She'd fallen at my feet soaked in her own blood. The images played over in my head-a deep cut to her side, another to her throat, the final one was a stab just below the heart. I looked away my whole body shaking in fear, outrage and confusion.


I'd miss taken her for dead until I turned...
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posted by saracomet
Once there was a girl her name was Blair. Blair had no Friends so she went online. Then she found Fanpop. On the first mois a mean girl was online and commentaire on Blair's wall. First, the girl wrote on her comment. Then, she called Blair names. Blair tried so hard to just forget about it, but she couldn't so Blair reported her. It got to a point that Blair couldn't go on fanpop she was scared that the girl would get back on. So Blair told the mean girl that she should back off, and if she post another ugly commentaire she would rapporter her that second. Then, Blair's cousin got on Fanpop, and told...
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posted by hgfan5602
It is sad how we must leave each other,
But it is something we must do in life,
So accept the fact that we do,
And leave now.

We go our separate ways in life,
Towards our careers that we prefer.
Although we must leave each other
We still have each other's memories
Tucked safely in our heart.

We leave
But we make new friends
The leaving might break our hearts
We understand that it is something
We must do.

It is something we do
To grow in life
To build character.
We go our separate ways in life
Though sad,
However helpful.
“Who is he?” asked Bloom. I shook my head. “I don’t know…” I said, “That’s why I screamed. Abby walked over to the boy and felt for a pulse. She nodded her head and looked back at me. “He’s alive,” she said, “Just unconscious.” I nodded. “What do toi propose we do with him?” Abby asked me. I looked at her then over at Bloom. Bloom was looking hopefully at the boy, silently wishing he would be okay. “Take him up to one of the guest bedrooms.” I a dit without thinking. Abby nodded and grabbed the boy, caressing him in her arms. “As toi wish, Milady.” She walked...
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When I first met him, I could not comprehend anything… why he was here, where he was from, what had happened to his eye… my name is Nora Fushigi, I am sixteen years old and I live with my little sister, Bloom, in a mansion in England. The an is 1940. World War II was going on then, so I called for Bloom to come live with me out in the country because I was worried about her in the big, huge city of London. When she got here, she was overly happy to see me. “Sissy,” she said, “I’m glad to see toi again!” Bloom is only six years old, and she still needs to learn some proper manners,...
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posted by hgfan5602
How I long to be back in my sweet haven,
Covered in blankets,
Replenished with water and the works,
Right now.

But.
I am not always so lucky to have one
For I am not your regular kid
Who always is lucky to have everything

For...
I am not a kid
I am not a person with a home
I am...
An infamous vagabond
Known for many cases of murder
And everything that I consider to be
My hobby.

I l’amour being a bad vagabond.
Being bad's how I live.
So live with it.
ou get killed.
This.
Very.
Instant.
posted by Faith-Rulz
Fire.
It is destruction.
But yet,
it shines beauty, and;
it is the gift of rebirth,
new beginnings,
the strength that boils within your soul,
bumbling deep inside
beneath the surface
waiting for toi to
spread your wings like a phoenix,
showering toi with the fire
waiting to burst to the surface and shine.

Fire,
its energy,
raw and primal energy
one so old,
the flames cry a thousand tears,
of souls Lost within its flames,
their souls,
live within the fire's kiss
eternally,
becoming one with the fire,
and be reborn,
forever and eternal
as a phoenix...
the soul immortal
as is the fire,
wild, passionate, primodial
can it be tamed?
No. can l’amour be tamed? No
l’amour is like the fires....untamed, unstoppable...
it consumes,
like a fire's kiss.
Do toi dare to play a fire's game??
posted by NormalcyIsDead
A little girl walked around the open playground, her solid brown eyes looking at the ground, sun shining on her straight auburn hair. It was her first jour of seconde Grade at a new school, and she didn’t know anyone there. She much rather liked walking around and looking at all the little bugs and twigs and other stuff she could find, though, instead of playing Tag, ou swinging, ou making necklaces out of dandelions.

As she stooped down beside the tire house to poke at a little colony of ants, she heard a humming noise. She looked up and saw a little boy about her age, sitting on the top...
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posted by anbonie
He respected bang, but it happened nothing. Anyway they hurried, because clock wasn’t usually wrong. Butler crashed bars.
When they came out of shaft, in cold room was bang. Bodyguard grabbed Pieter and with him ran across the garden and jumped in pond. He knew that pool is connected with house and it is going to be too dangerous to jump in it.
In the pond there were no many chances to survive. And it was late autumn and it was ice on surface.
But they haven’t got any other chance. Butler and Pieter waited for explosion and when they were face to face with feu they sink. Slave was all time...
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posted by TheFictionists
 Evlynn
Evlynn
Honestly, I never thought I would become a vampire.

Well, I was expecting it..sort of. My parents are distant and weird and awkward. They don't talk much. Well, I don't talk much. In general. Well, ever. I mean, a seventeen-year-old eleventh grader..with bright yellow eyes and blue-black hair..who would want to talk to me. Honsetly, if anyone did, I'd run away. Literally.

Back to my point. So basically waking up to your parents saying, 'Good morning sweetheart, you're grandparents were vampires, and toi are too' isn't exactly a good morning. I'm not like a old 'I Vant to Svuck Your Bluhd' vampire....
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posted by Shadowvixen49
He sits, staring blankly at the tray table, tableau seven inches from his face. He leans his head ever so slightly to the right, then ever so slightly to the left, watching the black line jump the sides of his nose. He has watched it every jour of his life, always taking it for granted, never questioning its presence. But it is here, on his hands, his pants, his shirt, his nose. It is everywhere, a defining edge, montrer the ending of one yet the beginning of another. It changes from points of view, disappearing in your vision while still existing in your friend’s. It is there but cannot be touched,...
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It's been so long. So long since those opening words were penned in that coffeeshop. So long since we drew scars on our foreheads. So long since we waited for Hogwarts letters. So long since we declared ourselves Potterheads.
Potterhead isn't just a title, it's a way of life. It's twirling sticks and casting spells. It's drinking butterbeer and citrouille juice. It's riding brooms and playing Quidditch. It's living the stories we love.
It's hope and love. Eternal glory and surviving jour to day. It's the truth of the world. And, perhaps most of all, it's memories.
Potterheads come in different forms,...
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posted by InvadaMiz
The door slowly creaked open, and out came Snowbell, the twins' snow white kitten.The twins sighed, Miyu picked Snowbell up, while Nakku closed and locked the creaky door.There were huge thumping noises coming from upstairs, getting closer to the door.Nakku quickly pulled Miyu back into the safety of the kitchen, their mother's skin was pale, and she had the most terrified look in her widened eyes.
Nakku and Miyu started explaining what had happened when they were in the attic.
"That means she caught up with me then."Their mother said, everyone else had fled to their rooms when the thumping had...
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posted by shenelopefan
Sandra

"A los sueños"

Y se asomaba ella por la ventana y miraba con ojos de desolación el paraje casi silencioso de su barrio. Veía pasar a una mujer con sus hijos, a los niños jugando contentos y a las señoras que pasaban tranquilas por la calle. Sonreía vagamente cuando algún ave volaba cerca de ella. Se escuchaba un sonido lejano de autopista, oyéndose cada tanto el ruidoso motor de un camión. Sin razón aparente ella miraba por la ventana, buscando la respuesta invisible a un interrogante que no existe.

También ella me miraba a mí. Cada tarde, yo salía a tomar sol para despejarme;...
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posted by noahnstar1616
-The suivant Day-
I was still getting over the fact that Cameron called me last night. It was just to ask about Mercury, but he still called me.

I was already downstairs eating cereal.At least that still tasted like cereal and not like meat. After I was done, I gave my bowl to Gram, and left for the school bus.

-At School-
Cameron came up to me again. "Hey Vanessa."

I looked around nervously. "Cameron, no. toi know we can't be seen together."

"It's okay, Mercury's not here."

Believe it ou not, Mercury never missed school.

"Don't toi see Cameron? She's testing you. She's probably watching us right now."...
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At a peaceful neighborhood of Toyko,Japan an beautiful girl's family becomes no more.While sha was out at here best friend's house for two hours.blood splattering,pain,dieing,and screaming in one house.Police was called but the line was filled.For hours this goes on the girl returns to her peaceful family to her twin brother,older sister,mother,father,and her younger brother.

When she gets her keys to the door she notice that it already opened just a crack though,she is still nervous.She cationusilly opens the door to see her younger brother have the breathe of his to say,"you know one day...
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