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i suddenly felt a sharp pain from my chest before i knew it i had fallen to the ground not knowing wat had happen to me i struggled to get up i lifted my head and was shocked to see my own mother standing before me and a sharp cuisine couteau that i had once used griped in mothers hand i was shocked i tryed to say something but couldnt i was in to much pain but i couldnt believe it the mother that gave birth to me, raise me and that i loved dearly had done this to me i suddenly felt cold and fell back to the ground i layed there watching my mother staring at me in discust i felt a pain in my...

    The blood dripped from my dagger, turning the waxed linoleum floor crimson. The smell of copper and metal made my nose wrinkle, and I desperately wished for a pair of nose plugs. Maybe I would start carrying those around with me.
    I stepped over the twitching body that took up most of the cuisine floor and went to the sink, washing off the dagger and my hands. I waited for the water to wash the blood down the drain. I sighed with impatience and displeasure at the thick dexterity of blood. Killing was the fun part, but the blood drove me mad. It...

I woke up one jour from a dream and remembered every seconde of it. In the ten minuets I stayed in lit awake but didn;t get up yet, I thought up a story. I went downstairs and typed this up, not caring about grammar, spelling, ou sounding good at all. I stopped halfway through because my burst of creative energy had run out. Please excuse the choppiness and poor style of it, and just pay attention to the plot. Maybe it will inspire toi ou give toi ideas for something else.

There is an evil witch that has a gray, mushy body that is very bony and bat-like, she can fly and screech and materialize...

ok, im sorry, but this isnt what i normally write, i wanted to try something different... im sorry if its lame..



I woke to same sound, as every morning. The cries, of a exhusted child always did. I had thought for a moment we had a routine going on but toi know children, but its jsut doesnt happen. It's if as though they are engineered to keep toi up late, have a colourful shoulders and bags under your eyes, Well my baby did.
I was young, and so was she. We had that in common. Thats all we had, She was the spitting image of him. He makes it hard to l’amour her sometimes.Which makes me hate him more,...

Well this is my first novel on net really and I need for people to listen. This novel is is about a Hollywood mum who is sexy,sassy,witty,in her early 30s and still counting but she Lost her husband to an an Hollywood husband snatcher.She is an actress,lecturer,teacher,wife and most especially a MOM. ssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssPROLOGUE: ssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss"Her...

The fiction story I wrote EXCLUSIVELY for Fanpop. In Chapter 2. Enough said.

The chiens ran furiously until they were out of breath. They stopped in the unfamiliar woods. The brother chiot looked at his sister as if to say, "Let's go back to Mama."
She refused, attempting to cuddle with him instead. He ran away when she tried to nuzzle him.
He ran away from the woods, closer and closer to the open field and his family. He looked back to see his sister wasn't running. He didn't care. She would realize he was on the right track. She'd catch up.
The speeding chiot looked straight ahead of him to see...

Life may be a hard path to walk
but as the years pass toi learn
on how to adapt and face it head on.

Fear of leaving something ou someone familiar
to tread somewhere new and foriegn,
but thats the beauty of life
how we see things grow from the earth, the birth of a human life,
animals of the wild struggling for survival
through the ages since the beginning of time.

Where despair fills your soul
you cry for renewal within
it will take deep forgiveness in your heart
to wash away the hurt of betrayal
as it happens forevermore
as long as we continue to fight and hurt each other.

Love bleeds deeply when you...

In this article I'm going to write about how to enjoy writing. I'm a writer and do a lot of writing, both for my website and for other people. I find some ways of écriture are plus enjoyable than others.




How To Enjoy Writing




I find écriture is most enjoyable when it's not done in a forced ou particularly planned manner. If toi find it's hard to get yourself to write, I think it's best to relax about it. Perhaps relaxation will be all toi need to get your inspiration flowing, in fact.




I often spend some time meditating for ideas before sitting down to write an article. After a few secondes of keeping...

"Shelby?" Sage asked quietly, coming into my room. "Can I ask toi something?" I sat up on my bed.

"Sure," I sighed, not so enthusiastic; but I was trying not to be so irritable all the time. Sage came in front of the bed, then plopped down on the floor in front of me.

"What's that stuff toi take?" she asked. I furrowed my eyebrows.

"What do toi mean, Sage?"

"You know, that stuff toi take," she said. "Like this." She put her palm to her nose, and inhaled deeply. My cœur, coeur fell into my stomach. I quickly fell down to her height, and grabbed her shoulders.

"Sage. How do toi know about that," I said...

I was just 5 minutes on foot to my dancing class. When I left accueil 20 minutes ago, I didn’t expect, I would be raining. But it wasn’t just raining – it was going to be a real storm. It was the middle of July and I was wearing a dress with the short sleeves. The rain was becoming heavier with each minute while I was walking down the street. Unfortunately there was no boutique ou bus station close for me to hide from the storm, so when I felt my dress all wet and drops in my hair, I couldn’t do anything but stopping under the tree. The rue was desert – apart from one car standing in...

Eleven an old twins Miyu and Nakku have been begging their mother for weeks about checking out the attic, their mother finally a dit yes during week four.The twins raced up the spiral staircase to the attic.They found old toys and books, then Miyu found a small crawl l’espace door.
"Nakku!Nakku!Come here!"Miyu called out to her brother.Nakku ran over and saw the door she pointed at.
"Let's see what's inside Miyu."Nakku suggested, Miyu nodded rapidly and reached for the door.Nakku grabbed her hand, then looked at her like she was crazy.
"Miyu, let me open it first."Nakku said.He yanked the door open,...

Ok, heres a story I've had in my head for a while...

I haunt her, I know I shouldn't. Being dead is boring. It's not like I chose death. Death just happened.

I was a normal seventeen an old guy, ready to start collge. Then, I saved her life. She means everything to me.
I l’amour everything about her. Her hair, her smile, her lips, her body, her laugh, her snort, her mad face, her happy face, her flirty face, her attitude.

I l’amour her.

That's why I pushed her out of the way when the murderer shot the gun. That's why I saved her life.

Now, I haunt her. I watch her every minute of everyday, as a ghost....