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posted by hannah_vampire
Thanks for all the commentaires plz keep commenting :) this is a long one

I had not been to school for two weeks, had not seen Damon and his family for ages, It was like a prison here and i couldn't get out par myself it was always Sefo follow her studpie mutt.


The whole jour I was followed par 9.00pm ' salut i'm kinda tried so I'm gonna go to ur bed' OMG would Oni ever get his son away from me ' Sefo Im getting changed unless toi wanna stay and get hit the the head i suggest toi leave' He turned and walked out thank goddness, Now Time to go out the window. I got out of the window and started to run Damon I hope some way toi can hear
Me calling hurry and GET here!, To late Sefo came behind me and grabbed me I screamed 'Let me go!! let me go now toi cant keep me with yous forever' He started to drag me I screamed and screamed.


I had to get away, I couldn't stay It killed me not to be loved all this kills. When we got back it was around 12.50am way i ran along way, Oni was shaking his head 'What the Hell do toi thing you're doing Ariel-Belle" I glared at him ' Its just Belle and toi cant keep me trapped forever, Im different for yous and toi know that!'.

Oni was getting angry But he nodded to Sefo to takee me to my room, As soon as i was there I slammed the door in his face and locked it but He got told to guard the kicten window, paul the bathroom window and then there was the bedroom window that was free but close to were sefo was . I sat on my lit écriture in my diary:

Dear diary, why me why now
I hate it and I hate that im stuck
It all sucks I dont know
when im angry at Sefo i feel
a passion of l’amour of scared
write soon hopefully

Sefo opened my door scaring me , I jumped and
fell of my bed. 'Ouch suivant time can toi knock toi scared the crap out of me'. He walked away and i got up when I turned Damon was there I jumped Back and screamed but he put his hand over my mouth. ' OMG Damon toi scared, dont do that' I hugged him then the door opened again, I lifted my arms up pretenting I was sore from falling.

'Umm belle and dont be late oni needs to talk to toi ungrently' he closed the door. 'That was close see why toi shouldnt come here', He laughed softly 'Belle toi dont have you're phone they have toi locked up toi cant see me so I must came see you'.Damon just kissed me then dissapeared, I woke up and walked out to were Oni was ' Well i see that toi can listen but thats not why i want toi here toi know that toi cannot avoid beening who toi are and what toi are' I just rolled my eyes yeah I know I was beening a chienne but he didnt need to give me a talking to.

We walked whiling he talk, I saw Damon and smiled which Oni caught he looked to were i was looking But Damon was gone ' Belle salut earth to Ariel-Belle why are toi smiling' I stopped smiling and looked at him 'one its Belle and Two I was rêverie and three its a free world ou wait is their also a rule that I cant smile' I walked away but soon after was joined par Sefo ' what do toi want' He just shook his head meaning nothing 'Well Belle I mean do toi have to be so mean you're jouer la comédie like someone else i dont Like it I like the old you' I looked at him and He looked at me, He was about to Kiss me but i jumped up 'Well to bad to sad, I have to go now and I have always been mean'.
posted by para-scence
"What? Why? Why'd she leave? Shes has to come back! She has to! Where'd she go? Why didn---" I was speaking a thousand words a second. Blair put her hands on my shoulders, and shook me a little bit. I shut up.

"Shelby. Calm down. I know this is scary and... confusing." Tears streaked down my cheeks. What about Paige? Kirsten? Sage? Were they still here? Was I the only one left behind? "Your sisters are still asleep. Paige is downstairs. She knows."

"H-- How could she leave us-- s?" I stuttered. I couldn't see clearly through my tears. I squeezed my eyes shut and cried. Blair pulled me into a...
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posted by para-scence
"Sage! Sage, please wake up!" Paige and I pleaded. She was still unconscious, but her cœur, coeur was beating. She was still alive.

"What happened to her?" Mom asked, her voice slightly worried.

"She passed out," I said, irritated.

"I need to get her into town," Paige a dit quickly. "I need to run." She picked up Sage, and took a deep breath. The town wasn't that far away, but this was urgent. She started running, which wasn't that fast since she was so tired. But she still got pretty far ahead of us. My cœur, coeur was racing. Sage couldn't die. Not this young. Not like this. That just wasn't fair.

"Is she...
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The Journey To Become A Professional Writer In Hollywood par Ross Brown of Chapman université via link plus video interviews at link
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posted by irena83
Dreams,
crashed and faded
par the fate
that follows
the land
on which
you're standing.


Dreams
are dead...


Fighting for
better days
now seems so
vainly,
everything went
wrong.


Dreams are
broken
in so many nights
that echo
along with
dust of past.


Put yourself
together
and hold on
to something
good,
toi might survive,
toi might escape
from the fate
that follows
the land
on which
you're standing.


Days are black
and cold,
nights spent
in despair
and thinking.
Your fate is
bounded to
the land
on which
you're standing.
posted by EllentheStrange
So Long and Goodnight

Please,please hold me tight
I am not ready for a broken wings flight
With the sun oh so bright
So long and goodnight
One last vampire bite
You are the one that's right
We sink into the night
So long and goodnight
With skin like snow white
The vampires will fight
Please keep me in your sight
So long and goodnight
Don't let them give me a fright
I know they just might
The feu is going to ignite
So long and goodnight
--------------------------------------------------
Long il y a Before I Died

Long il y a before I died I ripped the wings from my spine
For doing this I fell quickly,swiftly into the...
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posted by SkyHedgehog
(WARNING! Sonic the Hedgehog fanfic XD)

5 years ago...

A young ebony hedgehog walked along the rive of the émeraude Coast. Her crimson red eyes focused on the rolling waves. She always felt calm around the water. Suddenly, a large boom sounded behind the hedgehog, causing her knees to buckle. "What was that?!" A figure in the distance started towards her. "Get out of here! Quick!" it called. The ebony hedgehog felt the ground shake violently. "Move! Now!" The figure disappeared in thin air. "Hey!" The hedgehog felt something grab her hand.


5 years later...

"Move it, Sky! You're gonna make us late!"...
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posted by dragonrider
That same jour - Eric's perspective

Oh Jeez...Why did she have to point me out to her friends? I wasn't interesting. They know that I had been watching her for months.
To stop meeting her gaze and being embarrassed I hid myself in a book hoping that I would stop being embarrassed.
"Hey Eric toi must be really into that book," My friend Tom a dit to me as he sat down across from me.
Maybe not. I put the book down a bit "Oh yeah it's great. salut do toi have girls staring at you?" I asked him
His face lit up and he smirked "Oh yeah it's great. I get asked out all the time," he said
I frowned "Nobody...
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posted by problematic124
Okay so recently I thought why don't I tell what i think about some things so let's get this party started.

A few weeks il y a my class had to pick a quote/lyric that meant something. So i googled it and found some nice citations from my good buddy Albert Einstein. We all know him. Anyway this is what i found:
"Gravitation is not responsible for people falling in love."
And as soon as i read that I just went awwwww. I mean is that not one of the best l’amour citations ever.
Really spoke to me i just loved it! And ever since then haven't forgot. What do toi think of this quote.

So suivant to the whole montrer and...
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posted by numnumyellow67
Chapter 1
The District

I quietly and quickly pick the katniss plant's roots. Have to hurry home, ou at least the ruined building I call my home. Living a destroyed old district, toi kind of get used to the idea of having to hurry back to ruined buildings, before the rats and bugs decide to settle into your so called home.I start on my way back, when I see a plump rabbit, just watching me desperately pick the roots, while coated in mud. This annoys me, and with one rapide, swift movement, I couteau the fat fool from afar. A direct hit. Perfect. I've been working on my couteau throwing skills, and got a lucky...
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posted by greenstergirl
Pain. Fear. Hatred. These things is what my life was full of. Love. Laughter. Happiness. I have none of these things. I used to though. I had a great Mom and Dad. We lived in a small house on the sandy shores of a plage in California. I had a small furry Labrador that would beg for any nourriture he could get his soft paws on. Usually it was only broccoli.

That life doesn't seem amazing. Well....it still was. The nights my family and I had par the crackling feu after a dip in the ocean water were my favorite. My mother would sit on the green chair in the corner and braid my long red hair that everyone...
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posted by starfire1712
This is our the land where we live
What we have we won’t give
Up to any without a fight
Our ancestors gave us this birth right
We just want to live in peace
But still the battles will not cease
Until we’re driven from our home
Then we would be left to roam
And settle in some other place
ou wiped out with no trace
Our names they wouldn’t know
So we prepare to meet our foe
The tribal headdress worn with pride
And paint upon our skin to hide
Who they face upon the field
Armed with arrows, spear & shield
Seen as men within a crowd
Surging forth we holler aloud
No fear from us will be shown
As they meet the unknown
Warriors not afraid to die
Fighting for our cause we try
To save our land & family
So our tribe can be free
To live as we choose to do
So let battle now ensue
posted by stopbullying
Chapter 2
An odd man stepped out of the car and instantly I knew who it was. It was the man that came into the boutique during my shift. He stalked me all the way down here and now he was standing in front of me. I wanted to scream because of the scary feeling I got from look in his eyes but I found no voice. I was stupid to go to the outer edges of the park where almost nobody was. And the seconde I could find a breath his hand was over my mouth and I was thrown into the back of a car that was cold and wet. I could barely hear the voices in the front of the car and I wanted to know where I was going....
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Should A Writer Share Her First Draft With Family & Friends? par E.K. Prescott via www.FilmCourage.com.
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posted by Epetrus
someone mentioned your name today. It wafted over to me like the smell of spicy perfume - pleasant at first, but one that stings in the long run. My subconscious picked it up, without me noticing and, I must admit, it took me a few tenths of a seconde to dig up your file in my brain. I seemed to forget who toi were for that short amount of time. For that brief, innocent period, I was unaware. The name could have been from years and years ago, it could have been a name I had donné to a chiot many years back, the name of a plush toy, the name carved in a bus stop bench. A name that I had known,...
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posted by ivoryphills
I lived in my cold dark world for my entire life.
Feeble, absentminded, indifferent, and apathetic are what I am
After shunning the outside world for all its transgression towards me.
I survived through "drifting through life": doing what I am told, agreeing to whatever argument I find myself in, keeping whatever opinion I hold to myself
so that the situation I'm in will be over
and I can get back to my shell, my refuge
My world.
My world, my sanctuary,
my sûr, sans danger haven until an intruder tried to break in
My mother telling me to let her and my "loved ones" in.
What do I do?
What do I do?
The panic sets in;...
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posted by brease1121
THE COUNCIL-2-



CHAPTER 2

"Mr. Smith! Your thé is ready!" Parker's smiling face appeared out the sliding glass door, as she called to Mr. Smith. toi could see the sea breeze that had collected on her face from being outside, all glassy and hot.Her long arms wiped it away and she turned around, her long braid whipping in the wind.


The table, tableau was set and ready for tea. Her face shone in accomplishment. She never really had set a table. When Mr.Smith came through the door he took a siège at the table, tableau and nibbled on a scone that Parker had made fresh.

"Is it alright? I know that I've never really...
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écriture a screenplay from start to finish with Billboard movie writer/director Zeke Zelker via Filmcourage.com.
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When A Screenwriter Pitches Their Ideas At Story Expo par Curtis rayon, ray at Story Expo via linkFor plus videos, please visit link
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