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Promises, Chapter One

posted by POPclogger216

"Why in the heck are toi wearing that?" my mother asked. I looked into my full-body mirror in my bedroom inside this tiny apartment, studying the short, yellow, frilly gown. I sware to God..I gleam in this, Mom! I thought. "It looks plus like a scrap-of-a-dress." I ignored her.

It was the jour of my high-school prom, the last prom I'd ever go to. I was going to graduate this summer. I sorta wanted to come out with a bang. My eyes, just like moms, looked bigger, darker, and gorgeous when I was wearing yellow. My choppy black hair seemed to shine more. This IS the perfect dress, I thought. My...

Living in the City of the 1970's: Chapter 1

posted by StarWarsFan7

I stroll down Western Avenue with a blue coin bourse, sac à main in my fragile hands. People in every direction as far as the eye can see. Neighbors being neighborly, store keepers selling and people riding the subway to work. Today happens to be a Saturday morning. And as usual, I awaken in the morning at six o'clock and dress. Every Saturday morning is the same old thing. I turn to the corner seeing the store I've been looking for. Roosevelt Island Shop. Yes. Indeed I live on the island of Roosevelt Island. It's very exhilirating to walk in the streets of our state of New York. As I enter the small shop,...

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On the wings of powerlessness

posted by irena83

Days go par toi like a shadow,
toi don’t live this life,
you’re becoming a shadow
of your destiny.

This cruel fate hates
your laughter,
loving your pain that
sleeps inside your
broken heart.

Broken and tired
of all these Lost fights,
your life becomes
invisible
and toi don’t care anymore,
but toi do,
toi still do.

You’re trying to see
through this fog,
you’re still fighting
for that day,
the jour of your peace.

Your path is full of
thorns that are stabbing toi
directly into your hope,
tearing your soul apart,
you’re on the wings of powerlessness.

The Line Between Dreams and Reality (Chapter One)

posted by M169

I sit up straight in the middle of the night; my forehead is stained with cold sweat, my breathing is heavy. Pure darkness is all around me. Just another dream I mentally convince myself, but I’m still shaking. I can’t calm down, no matter what, the dream felt so…real. Trembling, I get out of lit and go into the bathroom. Looking at me in the mirror was painful. It looks like I just got in a fight with a rabid cat. My black hair frizzed everywhere, mascara and eyeliner smeared around my eyes, tear streaks on my face. God I could use some exercise I thought as I examined my body shape....

The falling emerald( working title, i may change the 'emerald' to amethst)

posted by I_DONT-KNOW

Im going to put a teaser of the first chapter up, if people like it i will continue. commentaire PLZ!!

Elyon stirred in her sleep, causing her thin blanket to slip off. Slowly her bare arms were covered in goosebumps, as her eyes began to futter; her peacfull face turned to concern, she sat up and looked around.
"Where...?" she managed to mutter through her dry lips. She didnt know where she was. She had never seen anything like it before. Somehow she was sitting in the middle of a medow sorrunded par flowers. Elyon stood up and wrapped the small blanket around her shoulders. She looked down at...

change prologue

posted by kitkat709477

I was normal once ou i thought I was, at least, until I knew otherwise,then I didn't know how i could have missed it i mean it was so obvious but i suppose that was just it, it was to obvious and sometimes i wonder what it would be like if what happened that night never happened but it probably wouldn't have mattered what happened that horrible night because it just sped up what was already there, sure maybe it would have been easier if i had known what I was but maybe it wouldn't have been.
toi see before all this happened I lived a very good life we were very rich and we lived in a palace,like...

Darkened Bliss: 9th and 10th pages - Chapter One

posted by Heya

I looked back down and we sat in silence for a couple of minutes. I looked to my right to find Looi holding the child that was being stubborn in his arms. This, in fact, reminded me of myself in his arms a long, long time ago. Oh, I’d say about 16 years il y a when I was 2 and he was 11. My mom and dad had Looi when they were only 19 years old, so It took a while for them to decide to have me 9 years later when they were 28. I laughed at how old my mom was now. I know it’s nothing to laugh about, but, I couldn’t imagine my mom at Looi’s age now that she is 46.
“So,...

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Umm this goes to my question about me having an assignment....

posted by Free_Spirit

Me: okay well i finished the assignment and this is the final product...please don't hold back...okay here toi go
ps. know that this is an religion assinment, and its about my interpretation of Jésus in an artistic form-ie-me using a collection of short poems and talking about the sea...okay i'll shuup now

Freedom
To feel the sand
The sun on your back
It’s a no man’s land
With no fear of attack
No chains of society
The sea frees all
Lose all your anxiety
And watch as the waves fall
God’s seconde heaven under the sun
Surrounding all things being
The sea will be undone
For those people foreseeing...

My True l’amour Chapter 13. Nessies point of veiw.

posted by Twilightsauce

This chapter is dedicated to another great friend, PC..x Thanks for being so supportive.

There were people rushing about everywhere but I could distinguish the difference between my vampire family and my werewolf family but the almost invisible flashes of light and the plus slow galloping thuds of my werewolf’s footsteps. Kate stood in the middle of Alice’s massive bathroom whilst Rose, Alice, Mum, Tanya and I all applied her makeup, pulled her hair up into an elegant bun and literally made every surface of her body look even plus beautiful than usual- which is extremely hard with a vampire....

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"Sometimes Goodbye is a seconde Chance"[Ch.7]

posted by HarryPLover

Two things were killing me at the moment.The fact that It was raining like crazy on his horrible to school,the jour of school where I had to face my dreaded ex and try to hold back either my tears ou punching him in the face.by the way,I completely wanted to do both at this moment.The seconde was that whole desperately in l’amour moment with Juaney.I was mad the the "mystery girl" that Juan had fallen so hard for and she have no freaking idea.I hate seeing Juan like this.Yes at the moment he is very proactive of me but I can tell now that he just doing that so I won't look into ou figure his true...

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That week Chapter 3

posted by dragonrider

Still the first jour - Athena's perspective

I smiled as I walked back to my Friends and I's table. I sat down and looked at my friends.
"Where have toi been?" Erica asked "I need make up conseil and toi know Emily isn't into that,"
Emily hardly looked up from her book "Make up is a complete waste of time," she said
"Not it is not. It attracts cute boys," Erica argued
Emily sighed "As I told toi before your personality attracts them," she said
I held up my hands "Girls please! toi want to know where I was ou not?" I asked
They both exchanged glances "Yes we do,"
I sighed "Alright. I was talking to...

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Who Are The Real Monsters: Chapter 3 New Nemeses Part 3

posted by H-A-T-R-M

It was Mia, the Rokurokubi; she was the head, the head connected to the very long neck. Opal looked with amazement as Mia knocked Grito to the ground. As her body started to walk vers l'avant, vers l’avant as her neck retracted back to it. “Um... Ok, that was not expected” a dit Opal. Alec and Marley were also in a great confusion, looking at each other trying to make something out of the situation. “Surprised?” Mia Asked. “A little” a dit Opal, trying to make it as a joke. The three released that this was Mia’s power, she is a Rokurokubi and this is what they do, all four of them started laughing....

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Lasting Happiness: Joy and Pain...Even the Mundane

posted by SquirtCriminal

Lasting Happiness

She stared anxiously at the pot of water on the stove, compelling it to boil. Though the old axiom warned of its counter effect, she had long since donné up on trying to look away from the pot, unable to tear her eyes away. Tapping her foot impatiently, she began to sing quietly to herself to pass the time. It was a merry song, the one she always used to entice travelers from the road to come to her window. As she sang she only wished her tune could charm heat into the water of her pot the way it Charmed most of the passerby. The thought only seemed to bring her further impatience. The impurity...

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Spotlight part 1(english)

posted by Ms_Montana

Spotlight

1. Cold pizza

It was a cold and rainy jour in November. Some people called this rain even snow, but not thus Helena. It was not the type Person all that varnished.
While she rushed par the crowded U platform, it rummaged about him of her pocket for her mobile phone. She tried to type in the scrum the number of her mother, however, without success.
Helena rolled irritated with her eyes. Their mother had a dit her at noon she must fetch her small sister Allison. And here only so she stood.
On the left from her a hard occupied looking man called up his mobile phone and before her there stood...

Serenity Chapter 3

posted by jasperwhlover

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Now, Serenity on a happier note was learning how to defend herself and about Exorcism she wanted to help Father Bartholomew, even though she was forced par the church to conform to the earthly practices like everyone else and to hide her wings, Father Bartholomew encouraged her heavenly attributes, he made wings, of feathers, waxed together, they were perfect, and everyday, he would teach her to fly as she forgot how because of the number of years that she spent conforming to the earth. Father Bartholomew raised Serenity like a daughter, a few years later, when she...

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The adventerous killing of Duncan

posted by Katiegirl

Narrator: Macbeth slowly entered the crept room were Duncan was sleeping soundly. Macbeth quietly began to reach for his sharpened dagger. Macbeth pondered many thoughts regarding the demise of Duncan, but never to this degree. Now, the time had come to fulfill the quest to be crowned king. Duncan suddenly returns to reality. Visualizing Macbeth par his bedside withholding a dagger pointed at his wretched chest. Would this mean the end of Macbeth’s planned tragedy ou the end of Duncan’s existence?
Duncan: Cousin, why hast thou forsaken me?
Macbeth: Forsaken you? Thou hast forsaken me. Thou...

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Strong

posted by iluvtheshow

salut Mom,
It's been a while
Since toi sat suivant to me,
Since I saw toi smile
I miss toi Mom
I wish toi were here
Giving me kisses
Holding me near
I can still see toi Mom,
the laughing happy you
Not the ill broken women
Who broke my cœur, coeur in two
I'll always remember Mom,
toi taught me well
To do good things,
And with Honesty tell
I'm telling toi Mom
Losing toi killed me
Laying a rose on your casket
Trying hard to be
Strong.
That's what toi were Mom,
Strong.
In everything toi said
In everything toi did
So now I'll be just that
Strong like a mother, not like a kid

I wrote this in honor of any child who has ever Lost a parent.

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Wanting Someone - Chapter Three

posted by Lindy52

Chapter Three

At the kitchen, wondering when Michael will be coming down and have breakfast with his wife and children, Jamie was at the stove, making some plus crêpes and was so into her thinking of Michael that she hadn’t heard a little voice calling out to her “Mama, Mama.” Jamie was still thinking about him for a few plus secondes until she felt a little hand tugging at the end of her shirt. Turning around and looking down to see who was tugging the end of her t-shirt, she saw her oldest child, Mac standing suivant to her and staring at her mother with her brown eyes, giving her that...

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Trapped in my own time chapter 5

posted by dragonrider

I pull into the parking lot of the country council men office and get out. Hmm what should I do with Elliot? I can't leave him in the car he'll die of heat. I could leave the air on. Nah I'll just put him behind stage when I talk to the councilmen.
I pull out Elliot and put him over my shoulder. Everybody is strong in the future.
Elliot murmurs something like "Oh I l’amour toi too Starr!"
Aww how sweet. I take out duct tape and tape his mouth shut. Ahh that's much better
I carry Elliot towards the building and when I get inside I don't see Whitney. Hmm that's strange she works here shouldn't...

3 Worst Ways To Start A Story - Steve Douglas-Craig

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