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This article contains suggestions for basic practices for being a good writer, and was last edited on 12 June 2009 (to add the admonition about backups).

How to be a Better Writer
If you're lire this, chances are that toi are interested in being a Good Writer: someone who is able to write well and convey ideas effectively through text. Note that we are not talking about being a Successful Writer here, nor a Widely-Read Writer; those are separate concerns. Before toi worry about who's going to read your écriture ou what toi can get out of your writing, toi should concern yourself with making...
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“Even as a child I had a wild imagination. A younger child, I should say. I’m only sixteen now, so I could be considered a child to some. Oh, par the way, my name is Sarah Way. I live in a small town called Ammarion. It’s a growing town found in America. It’s really in Idaho, if that tells toi anything.” Sarah began. “I’m here to tell toi my story. I know toi are skeptical about magic, but toi won’t be after hearing my story.”
I’d like to drag toi back in time with me. We only need to go back to last summer. School had just gotten out and I had ample plans for my three months...
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posted by gossipgirlxoxo
I woke up in my lit Thor was there sitting par me. “What happened?” I a dit in a confused tone. “You fainted. Now what’s going?” he had control in his voice. “None of your business” I a dit getting out of bed, he backed off until I reached for the door handle. His hand was holding my arm. “Tell me” his tone was threatening. “Let go of me!” I said, I didn’t struggle he just let go. Me and Thor were always getting into fights and only once did it ever got physical. We were in Paris. He was training me. I never had taken orders from him and I never will. “I will get it out...
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♥ I've always mused about this significant quandary!
Here are some of the provided words that are in the English Dictionary and no other words rhyme with them.

It is sometimes a dit that the words:

orange, purple, and silver ♥ are the only words which rhyme with no other words.


♥ Non-rhyming English words of two syllables ou fewer

amande

aspirin

bachelor

chaos

chimney

circus

different (whether pronounced as two- ou three-syllable word)

film

hostage

javelin

justice (only rhymes with proper nouns)

laundry

luggage

monster

mois

citrus

office

olive

orange (only rhymes with proper nouns)

pint

manchot, pingouin

pizza

promise (only rhymes with proper nouns)

purple

shadow

silver

transfer

vacuum
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posted by tamore
He's looking at me and smiling, obviously oblivious to what’s inside of me.

I smile back but I’m looking at his lips and thinking about how I would pry them apart with my own, only to spit poison down his throat just when he starts to think he’s safe.

My lips would still be on his even as his tongue stopped responding to mine. I would pull away and place my hand on his cheek as if pushing the color out of them, as if the poison is a snake sliding through his veins under my command. I would watch his eyes lock on mine as his body became limp in my arms. I would stare at the paleness and...
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I am and avid Sonic fan. Ever since I was 3 I've been hooked on Sonic. Sonic R was my first game, after all. That being a dit one of my favori characters in all of fiction is Shadow the Hedgehog. So, toi can imagine my surprise when I found out he had his very own game. Now I'm going into this review without any bias. I'm not excusing anything just because it's Sonic. So without further ado, let's begin the review.


Gameplay: Have toi played Sonic Adventure 2, ou Heroes? If so you'll be glad to know that the gameplay is the same. For those of toi who don't know Shadow can run, mur jump, and...
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added by zanhar1
Source: Me
DOVEWING PVO
Tigerheart and Dovewing had finished playing around and were lying in the Great Oak together.
Dovewing was breathing in Tigerheart's soft muscular scent and playing with his tail gently. He was sharing tongues with her and talking about each other's life together.
Dovewing was content to be there with him, it had been ages and there were no other chats here, no Bumblestripe, no jealousy. No Ivypool and Toadstep, Cinderheart and Liomblaze and everybody telling her to get a mate, like Bumblestripe.
She was there with who she loved and who she cared about most.
TIgerheart began talking to her slowly, calmly, contently.
"Dovewing, I l’amour toi plus than ever!" He purred.
"I l’amour toi too, Tigerheart." Dovewing murmured.
She crouched down and started to lick his smooth fourrure and he played around.
"Tigerheart..." Dovewing began.
"Yeah?" Tigerheart asked.
"Will toi déplacer to ThunderClan?" She asked.
posted by Insteelcorsets
Azela

She sat bored at the back of the classroom, her headphones on full blast. People usually avoided her, even the teachers. She didn’t have a very good reputation, but she was famous throughout the school for her emotionless façade. Most people liked to play the game: ‘Who can get a reaction out of Azela?’ Of course no-one ever could. Azela had been in this state since her fourteenth birthday. The jour that her whole life seemed to change.

She liked watching humans in all their innocence and ignorance. Ignorance really was bliss, but as soon as the secret was out, it was a battle for...
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posted by rory2011
chapter (1)

in 1980 ,the national museum in Vancouver -Canada were received many visitors, everyone was excited for the open of the room 780 ,the room have the old legend of the evil witch dead body
after three days every single person get into that room killed
three hundred person killed ,children ,parents ,teens
but the thing that drive the police crazy is that they found the bodies without blood and there's wasn't any blood in the crime scene
the government couldn't find anything that gather the victims with each other besides that all of them get into room780 in the national museum ,the government...
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posted by noahnstar1616
I ate plus of the meat. "Done."

She smiled. "Good." She took my empty plate. "Would like-"

"Change me back!"

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me. Change me back!" I was still in sea witch form.

"Why would toi want to go back into being a rotten human?" She set my empty plate par the meat and put plus onto it. She set the meat fulled in front of me. "Don't toi like being a sea witch?"

"No, I hate it! Because of what toi did I Lost the the l’amour of my life!" I looked at the plate of meat. How appetizing it looking, but I was too upset to eat it. "You made my life crap."

"Look, I'm sorry about your little boyfriend,...
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Prologue

Somewhere… “Yes! We did it; look at him fully developed and ready. Aha ha ha, the buyers will be thrilled!” in the tank, a hand twitches. “What?” Something dark materializes par the hand. “No, he’s not supposed to be awake! What’s going on here?!”

    An explosion rocks the countryside, a figure emerges from the flames of the burning building, and a scrap of flaming paper, one of many, blows by:
SUBJECT: ZERO
GROUP: DELTA

Ch. 1
Normal, that’s how most people would describe me, but then, most people don’t seem to notice that before the school...
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posted by DxCFan123
I walked into class and sat in a siège suivant to Skye.
"Hello, class. I am Mrs. Marrow. I will be your English teacher for this semester. Without further to do, let's introduce our 2 new students. Skye Rope, come on up!"
Skye jumped out of her siège and ran to the front of the classroom.
"Umm, hi! My name is Skye... Oh, par the way, it's spelled with an 'e' at the end. Not 'sky' like, as in, like, 'The sky is blue.' Umm.. I like turtles, pandas, cartoons, toi know which dessins animés I like? I like Almost Naked Animals, Cyber Space, Fetch with Ru-"
"That is all, Skye. Now, Sam Fitzpatrick."
I blushed, as...
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Hi!, this is my new story that I have started and I hope toi like it! par the way, I have this story on here also (link link) Thanks, comment!:D

I never plan out anything. I never know whats gonna happen, I don't have anything under my control. I didn't plan on falling in love, ou losing myself as time went by. It just happens.
October
I walked down the gray colored sidewalk that was buried under fallen leaves to my bus stop. The sky was gray and gloomy, filled with clouds. As I approached my bus stop, I noticed John wasn't there. John was a quiet freshman that only talked when needed. I stood...
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posted by WildCherryWolf
Dear Alex,


My last letter didn't do justice to the hurt toi did. Not even slightly.


For days, I would lock myself in the bathroom at lunch, and be afraid of the teasing I was subject to when I came out. Your Friends were all idiots, toi know that? Stealing your phone, texting me and making me feel like I had a chance.

In our last argument, toi told me I lie too much. Yeah right. Everybody lies. Even you.

At one point, the pain built up, and I just had to let it pour. I hid in my room, just crying and wishing I had aimed my affection at my schoolwork, not some jerk who ruined my life.

Then, you...
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posted by para-scence
His footsteps seemed to echo throughout the house, as he grew nearer and nearer. I braced myself; ready to defend myself if things got ugly. He appeared from the family room, and folded his arms.

"Cosette," he a dit in his deep voice. I bit my tongue. There was a long pause as he looked me over. Then he cleared his throat. "You've... been slacking on your chores. Your room's a mess. Get to work," he ordered, then disappeared. I stood there, dumbfounded. I looked at Franklin, who shrugged sadly.

I went upstairs, to my room. Again, it felt like I didn't belong here. I slowly walked in, observing...
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posted by ttmrktmnrfn0830
With this new story, I wanna write a horror story.

It's called Imaginary:

Sierra, a young six an old from Ocean Gate, New Jersey, dies from a car accident and a broken skull. Meanwhile, Molly, from Bayville, gets a new friend. Her name is Sierra.

As Molly's parents notice their daughter jouer la comédie strange, they start to worry. She always asks to set the table, tableau for an extra person, and she always talks to herself in her room.

Sierra is being fueled par something that's in their house, and she's feeding supernaturally off of Molly's body, and strange things start to happen in the house.

Anonymous laughing, horrifying screams, eerie whispering, problems with the power, and worse. Molly gets weaker.

On this Supernatural journey, Molly's parents will try to fight something that's beyond them, whatever it takes to save their daughter's life.



In loving memory of Sierra, a childhood friend. I still miss you, and I know your brother does, too!
posted by para-scence
I managed to get out of the house, with Dad and Kara thinking I was going to work. But instead, I went to Blake's house. He took me to the horse ranch again, and we rode horses. It was much easier than the first time.

After that though, I decided I should probably take my punishment. I stayed accueil all day, except the days I was actually working of course. Also with my punishment, I became Hera's chauffeur. I was stuck driving her to the movies, with a discount because of my employment there, to her friends' houses, and wherever else she wanted to go basically. She was so annoying. I took my...
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posted by para-scence
Blake

It was Valentine's Day. I'd never really liked the holiday. Girls always thought it was a "romantic day" and it was just.... annoying. This year, however, I was actually happy about it coming around. This year, I had Irina. She wasn't like most girls. She was different, and I l’amour that about her. I bought a bouquet of flowers; I was going to give them to her at lunch. I started eating outside with her, and that Briar girl that she introduced me to. That girl is strange, but sweet. I'll never forget when I met her:

"Blake, this is Briar," Irina introduced one jour after school. This girl...
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