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Tips on écriture your first novel :) Hope this helps....

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A valentine Poem

posted by RanmaRaj

Guess even the sky is lonely
See its crying so bitterly
Its raining here today
Cuz its valentine day

Everyone has a smile on their faces
Either true ou fake
Some have their heart's aces
Others hated even to wake

Now that you're gone
I'm staring at my phone
Hoping toi to make a small call
That toi wanna meet in the mall

There's an empty place in my heart
I'm in agony due to the pain
The jour toi left it broke apart
I cry as much as the rain

Pls come back to me
Pls say toi l’amour me
And that I'll never again have to stay
Alone on a valentine's day

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A Bleeding Rose

posted by Ms_Dididy

|Life is like a story,both can end badly.It depends on what toi write and what toi do to change them.|

"Love is like a flower,it can only be treated so tenderly."Elisa Reynolds."My beloved,you may have tricked those..little toys but toi forget that I keep no secret,no lies,nor any true clues.But I can say that I loved you."Liam Foyet."My last words to toi be that Doyle is back.Back to kill me.Also that Russian Roulette is not the same without a gun."

"The danger people see in me,(chuckle) it's amusing."

Elisa~"Im weakened par love, but strengthen par pain."
Doyle~"Shut up and this will be a short execution."
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Modern jour Princess Ch. 2

posted by para-scence

I slowly walked down the stairs in my pajamas, trying desperately not to make a sound. I peeked around the cuisine corner. Father was sitting at the cuisine table, sipping his coffee and lire the paper. I silently turned around, and tip-toed back to the stairs.

"Cosette," he a dit in a deep voice. I squeezed my eyes shut and cursed quietly. I turned back around, and shuffled my feet into the kitchen.

"Good morning, Daddy," I said, trying to make him forgive me for last night. Even though it wasn't my fault. "How'd toi sleep last night?"

"Fine," he grumbled. "Don't think toi can make me forget...

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Missing; Chapter 2

posted by wantadog

Chapter 2!

Juliet retrieved the papers from the chicken pen, saying hi to a few of them while she was there, and made her way towards the road. She considered going back to ask her mother about dad again, but decided that it could wait. She would talk to her about it when she got back. Jessica reached the gate leading to the road and left, taking care to remember to close it. Her farm was about a mile away from the rest of the town, so it took her about 10 minutes of walking to arrive. On the way, Juliet dropped a piece of paper. Her hands were pretty full, so she folded it and put it in her...

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Elements: the story Pt.1

posted by Dudespie

Just to clarify for the others in my group story, this is just a prototype. I may ask toi to rewrite this with your characters in it. I'm just starting with my two.

Pt.1
It was a bright and sunny jour on the coast of Australia. The sun was shining, people speckled the shore, and all was well. "Luna! Stop fooling around in the water! Your burger is going to get cold!" Melody shouted to Luna, the youngest of the group. "Oh relax, sis, it's only water. Besides, I can microwave it when we get home, we're not going to be here all jour long ya know" Luna retorted at her big sister. "You are SO stubborn...

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The Sisters: Chapter 5: Frankly My Dear I Don't Give A Damn.

posted by gossipgirlxoxo

Murder is always a mistake - one should never do anything one cannot talk about at dinner.

Tayce’s p.o.v

The three of us sat there watching the chick flick. I was in grossed in the storyline, Belinda was doing her homework and every time someone a dit the word love, Ruby nearly chucked. It had been three days since we had seen the protectors. Belinda sighed and put the book she was lire down. “Want to order pizza?” She asked, Ruby shrugged and I shook my head. “Why can’t we order pizza?” Belinda asked, I didn’t really want to tell the why but if toi have sisters toi understand....

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Forever, part one

posted by RandomOne

"Where are toi going?" came Mother's soft, but scolding voice.

To hell. Melony thought darkly. "Just to the wood," She answered, not turning around, staring hard at the dusty ground. She heard a deep sigh behind her.

"Melony..." Mother's sad voice made Melony momentarily guilty.

The feeling quickly faded. "No, Mother."Melony snapped, turning around angrily. "I ain't caring what toi say an'more." She swiftly opened the garden gate and ran down the dusty road.

"Melony! Wait! Come back!" Mother called desperately. Melony didn't turn around ou look back.

Melony was half way through the woods before...

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ignore please for my colleagues in ISB

posted by nessienjake

so...her it goes:P

Actors:
~Ecem
~Sari
~selen
~sara
~rumeysa
~sevde
~sevde
~dursun
~sufian
~firas
~roberto
~alex
~anthony
...
Scene starts off in class,the first jour at school,everybody looking tired,waiting for they're form teacher to be presented.
(a moment of silence as the door slowly opens...I'll be helping on that one!...and a creepy looking teacher steps inside the class-room)
(ACT 1)
Radu:(low and dark voice) Hello....everybody Im your new teacher as we all~~

Alex: yeah,yeah we know,we know

Radu:(laughs sinisterly)you'd wished toi didnt say that.NOW...you've been..."disrespectful" to the teacher,come outside...

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First language: Shy

posted by amandaj

Ok, this is my first attempt at écriture a story, if that's what I should call it, I'm not sure. I'm not an experienced writer, and English isn't my mother tongue, so it's not flawless. Please ours with me a little. But please feel free to give me feedback on this, positive ou negative, either way. :)

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There was a time, when she felt like she could do anything. A time when the world didn't seem as intimidating. When all her challenges and struggles was small, and forgotten par the blink of an eye. She doesn't seem to remember a single time when she was younger, when she found...

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The book I gave to my favori actor

posted by TheGoldenHeart

Hi there everyone!

I'm a writer and I'd l’amour some international support for my story that I already gave to Colin morgan personally as a gift. He inspired me for a certain character and it was donné plus as a sign of gratitude for the inspiration rather than for him to read it. No idea if he ever would, but I just hope the effort I put into translating it just for him made him happy that day. What a brilliant actor ^^ Anyways - I've created a club and this account itself for communicating with future readers. I don't want to bother anyone with it, but how else could toi let people know your...

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The Guest

posted by ButteBaby_K

Crimson blood speckled the wall. The air of a last scream was still etched in the breath of the murderer. Hands bloody and still clutching the couteau the mysterious person walked away. A few hours later, another scream rented through the air. Again, the person screamed the same blood curdling sound. Tanya looked down upon the still face of her true love. Unable to tear her eyes of his limp body she sobbed and dropped to her knees unable to déplacer ou speak. Drowsily she stumbles to his body and clutched his hand, tears pouring down from her startling blue eyes. Tanya lay down suivant to him and drifted...

i havent got a title, could u give me some suggestions 1???

posted by I_DONT-KNOW

salut i dont know where to go with this 1 so any suggestions would b great thankx,

Usual morning, usual day, wake up, breakfast, school, go the long way home, then sit in my room the rest of the night. But today wasnt normal, nothing was right.

I woke up, and sniffed the air, but it wasnt the usuall crêpes i could smell, it was just the coldness, and the emptiness. i jumped down from my lit and ran down the stairs, into the kitchen, no one was there, not my Dad lire the paper at the table, his brows furrowed as he read the sport section. My mum wasnt wearing her bright apron, that was covered...