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posted by EmzLovesCheryl
I saw a boy today
He was beautiful and tall,
He had dark straggly hair
And he was hunched over small.
He had gorgeous blue eyes
And a cute little grin,
A good taste in clothes
And honey coloured skin.

He glanced in my direction
That made me blush,
He winked from over the road
And I laughed in spite of myself.
He grinned plus widely
Quickly glanced around,
Shoved his phone in his pocket
And made his way towards.

Before I even knew it
He was saying 'hey',
I stammered a response
Not knowing what to say.
He didn't seem to mind
In fact his dimples raised,
He started talking smoothly
Asking for my name.

He told me he was Ben
That one sylobal made me drool,
It was enclosed in my heart
Why was he spending time with this fool?
I'm nothing special whatsoever
My hair is a dark frizzy mess,
And my eyes are dull and boring
Nothing to attract interest.

My skin is pale and rather spotty
And I'm short as well,
Yet he was a complete dream boy
The complete opposite of hell.
I'm rather plump - I l’amour my food
I've never kissed a boy,
Yet here he is flirting with me
Not teasing like I'm just a toy.

But then the dream is shattered
As a gorgeous girl comes along,
She glares at me - it's a dirty look
Her hair is blonde and long.
They greet with a hug and a kiss
And I curl up inside,
She's beautiful and tall
She makes me want to hide.

Her eyes are deep ice blue
Her skin is tanned and smooth,
I know that I have no chance
She's the girlfriend - end of all.
Ben gives me a sympathetic look
Before walking off,
He looks over his shoulder
And says - "Look in your pocket" with a cough.

I reach into them with a glint of hope
But then there's nothing there,
No number, no message, nothing at all
He lied, tricked me, when I thought he cared.
How come every guy is like this?
I thought he liked what he'd seen,
But I guess all guys are the same
They don't go for girls like me.
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posted by blossomyumyum
Dear Noel,
I wish toi were still here. At times I go back to when we were little- we loved to eat Push Pop Ice Cream and played in the pool every jour at summer. toi were my best friend….. But we were like sisters, playing house with my little brother. Your grandmother got along with my grandmother, too- they talked to each other, and life seemed to be so easy. But then we parted par moving away. I still thought of toi every day, and every night I worried that something would happen to you. But now, you’ve left us all, and gone on to a place only toi and your sister know about, along with...
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posted by graystone
I don't remember how long I've been running on the open grounds. It does seem long enough. But I was determined,devoted. Up above me,I noticed the jet planes streaking through the blue-black sky. I did not care. I did,but I'm not going to pay any plus attention to it than the sinking feeling of hopelessness that wrapped my mind. The grounds were filled with rocks and sharp stones. Any other day,I would have bothered to watch my way trying not to fall onto the sharp stones which threatened to tear my skin,but not today. No,not today...
There were sirens screaming faraway,in my direction and...
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posted by problematic124
****Please don't copy, Enjoy!****
Chapter 1
The new girl
The first thought that came to Phire's mind of the new accueil she was ment to live in for the suivant four years was how strange. Her new hometown looked like something from a movie ou a magazine.
If Phire hadn't known that she was in Open fields she probably would have mistaken this for L.A. ou even Hollywood.
Everywhere Phire looked there was always something there. Whether it was stores ou houses ou even forests, it all looked perfect. What was funny was that Open Fields didn't even have a single farm. Nothing personal to the place but with...
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Max's POV
I ran into my room crying. My head and my cœur, coeur ached. I thought it was clear I loved Fang, but I guess he didn't know. I saw him s’embrasser a blonde haired tramp at school today. I fell on my lit and burried my face in a pillow. I cried.

10 minutes later

I heard my door open, but I didn't dare to look. I knew who it was and I didn't want to talk to him. Fang sat down suivant to me and stroked my back.
"Max what's wrong?" He said, worriedly. I just shook my head.
"What's wrong?" I took my head out from under the oreiller and stared daggers at him. I didn't care my mascara was running ou that...
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1) Girls (at the age of 15 ou so) think about sex just as much as guys do... The only catch is some of us think about it for the emotional parts, and some of us like it for the physical parts. You'd be surprised who is in which group.

2)If toi like us, tell us. Do not be worried about what we'll think, because we are flattered no matter if we like toi ou not.

3) Most of the time girls are 99% sure when a guy likes us. The only way to be 100% sure is if toi tell us.

4) For some strange reason I've always found myself to become attracted to guys that like me. (Unless they're super creepy and stalk...
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posted by dawnisbeauty
She sat there,at the foot of the bed,holding the book in her trembling hands.Rain fell,slamming against the window.The room was cold,dark,gloomy despite the bright blue of the walls.Somehow,blue didnt seem so bright anymore..not without her wide dimpled smile to liven it up.Lisa...the name filled her mind,sending little pinpricks of raw pain throughout her body.Lisa,bright thrteen an old Lisa,her only little sister was gone.Tears spilled from Jane's eyes.She looked out the window.Max was standing in the porch,his handsome face tight with concern.Somewhwere in her mind,she,Jane knew it was...
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posted by princess_mimi
salut guys...I'm very much nervous... This is my very first writing.. I've never write anything in my whole life except for school essays ....I will update it in 3 parts... please if u like it leave a comment... criticism is also well-comed


Darjeeling,India. Darjeeling is definitely one of the most beautiful places on the earth. Every single thing of Darjeeling is beautiful. Its a dit that Great dangerous are always lurking behind every beautiful thing, same is here. Every single thing have its own story here. Some of them will make toi happy and the others will make toi sad ou it will make you...
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posted by para-scence
"Alessa! What happened?!" Micah shouted. I had a long, somewhat deep scar around my face. Last night Dad pushed me down the stairs, and the railing had scratched my face. But I just shook my head.

"Nothing. I just fell," I said. He sighed and shook his head.

"Would toi please be plus careful? Do toi know what it'd do to me if anything happened to you?" I frowned.

"I'm sorry," I a dit quietly. He rolled his eyes and hugged me.

"C'mon. We're late for school."

***

After school, I told Micah I wanted to go to the park ou something; just to have fun. I didn't tell him I was still afraid to go home. He...
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posted by StarWarsFan7
Author's Note: "Look, now I am going to tell toi a story of the life of Rosemary Vega a.k.a me."

I am 11 years old.
My birthday is on March 25.
I am very talented at écriture stories, chant like famous people (example: Shakira, Selena Gomez, Demi Lovato and Lady Gaga) I l’amour to act!
When I grow up I want to be singer ou a voice actress.
I am interested in étoile, star Wars, Pokemon, Everybody Hates Chris and George Lopez.
My favori pokemon are: Jirachi, Roserade, Mismagious and Meganium.
I was born in Wilson, North Carolina.

Thank toi for giving me your time to read this article! :D
posted by HarryPLover
 "Overall, I can say that I do l’amour him.."<3
"Overall, I can say that I do love him.."<3
I was still in his tight embrace. I never noticed how warm he was. Well maybe because I have never really hugged him like this before. I was just happy to have him back.
"Mmmmm. I missed you." I heard him whisper in my ear.
"Mmmm...No I'm pretty sure I missed you." I manged to whisper back. It felt a little weird saying that too him. I didn't want to be all rude and not say it back, but I just.. I still haven't decided whether I actually wanna go through with this ou not.
Granted, I did say that I do l’amour him like l’amour him, l’amour him, but at the same time I l’amour him as my best friend and right...
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posted by rAsberrStrarS
He took my face in his hands, so normally-as if it were a natural instinct to be doing something like this with me.
My breath caught in my throat,as we inclined our heads towards each other in perfect unison.
His lips were warm and soft and sweet,all at the same time,the sensation blinded me.That he was s’embrasser me,not other better girls who'd had plus experience.My cœur, coeur was beating like a birds wings fluttering together in my chest.
Taylor pressed his forehead against mine ans sighed,his breath warmed my face.
We pulled back form each other but still twined our fingers together like we were never...
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posted by 4evercherylcole
It was a cold, breezy Autumn evening while Anna Brown, a reasonably fair girl, was watching EastEnders. She loved this programme and never missed it.

Anna, like I said, was a reasonably fair girl. Her kindness and helpfulness would sometimes flatter people. When she was a little girl, people used to 'oooh' and 'aaah' at her cuteness.
    
Soon Anna's Mother put her to bed. Her Mother told her to go to lit early that night for her Mother had a surprise in-store for her the suivant morning. It was for Anna's 9th birthday and she was extremely excited.
    
During...
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posted by woowie
Isabella and I were driving through the darkness of Florida. We had gotten married a an earlier, and decided it was time we got a pet. Finally, we came to the adress we were looking for.

At the door, there was a woman, and suivant to her was a large, purple, alien. "I'm Charlotte, and this is Penelope, the proud mother." a dit the woman. Penelope happily greeted us. "Where's the dad?" I asked.

"Oh, Zapnis? I honestly don't know where he ran off to this time. I suppose toi want to see the babies?" she led us into a room. One ran forward, and crashed into my legs. She was light pink. "Boys are...
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posted by TDIlover226
Eddie just sat there in the plain dark room, looking at the many tubes coming from the floor to the ceiling. He wondered how far away he was from home, he wondered what his parents thought, and if they'd already called the police, trying to look got him. He estimated that it had been about 3 day's sence he'd been taken. Now he could tell that it was getting dark, he wasn't sure how though, the room was dark, had no windows and was cold and damp. He thought that he might starve down there, sence the mutants hadn't been down there for some time now. He really thought that they were just messing...
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posted by spikes_girl
There are things in your every jour life that toi never take a seconde glance at. They're just there, noting to ponder over ou to think about. Here are two short tribute poems to some overlooked objects in life.

Fountain

The outremer, bleu outremer colored water
Dances down through a maze of marble obstacles
Creating clear rainbows across the sheer water's surface.

A carpet of copper and silver glints at the bottom
Coins
Lost with memory of young children
Wishing for new puppies
Ice cream cones
Hot chiens for dinner
For bedtime stories to become flesh
A cat in a hat to come skipping off the pages.

Everything is in this...
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posted by haileywithin
When I woke up Darla was sleeping par my side. I silently slipped out of the lit and into the kitchen. There was a sudden knock on the door. "who is it?" Darla a dit rubbing her eyes. Shrugging my shoulders I opened the door. Outside was 2 two police officers. "goodmorning sorry to disturb toi but we are looking for someone". "oh who?" Darla a dit coming to the door in a robe. The police officers pulled out a picture of a young teenager. Her hair was short brown and cut in layers. Like Darla's. Her eyes were brown. Like Darla's. And she looked 19. Like Darla. "have toi seen her?" I replied "what...
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posted by I_DONT-KNOW
well here is the suivant part of my story, hope toi enjoy x

Run, musn't stop running. Can't look back, it's too late now, he's going to chatch up any minute. She was going to get caught, she's going to die.

3 days earlier.

Alexis sat on her bed, in the dark holding onto a scrunched up piece of paper. It was a jour after it had happened, after the secret was out.Her secret. She hadn't told her mother yet, she couldnt not again. Everytime she moved school something like this would happen, someone would ruin it, every time.Another tear slid down her face, then another, soon the balled up paper became...
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