écriture Article: My True Love- "For Coach Joy"

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posted by iluvtheshow

I remember the jour I fell in love.
Not just simple love.
No, this was head over heels, I'd die for toi love.
I remember where I fell in love.
A small middle school in a small town.
A place toi could easily miss.
I remember the my matchmaker.
A short women, but with plus feu then toi could ever imagine.
plus passion for what she does then I had ever seen.
I remember my girlfriends who were with me.
My athletic, sassy, fun-loving chicks.
My flirting consultants.
I remember him.
Good God, he was beautiful.
Yes, I remember the jour I fell in love.
True Love.
Head over heels love.
With..................
Basketball.

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This is dedicated to my first real basketball, basket-ball coach. She taught me not just how to play basketball, but how to be part of a team. I have so much respect for her and I know I should thank her everyday for helping me fall in love. For Coach Joy.

likeangel, Cinders and 4 others like this

GWENxTRENT ur in love with B-ball?

iluvtheshow It's kinda suppose to be a metaphor...... but I do love basketball quite a bit. Thanks for reading. :)

Sweet_Pants Lol, admittedly this poem made me smile. Good work ;)

r-pattz lol nice twist:)

JACOBLOVR45 B-ball?

My talk with the moon

posted by Attirox2

The air was still as if it were holding its breathe waiting for me as I approached the ledge. I could feel myself pushing back tears as I clutched the fragile locket in my hands; I traced its dainty designs with my finger. "So mom and dad are getting the divorce after all. I guess toi were right E. I don't know why I ever doubted toi about that one I mean it was obvious! I guess I tried to block it out like what happened......" I muttered looking up at the milky white moon. It seemed to look down at me with sympathetic beams of light. My hands gripped the marble ledge tighter. "Eliza it's been...

A Memory of orange (a poem)

posted by Rae-Ash

It’s the color of you
toi always wore it
It’s the color we shared
As we hid from them

With it we showed our true selves,
Though no one cared
Our orange book bags
Were our shields from some of the pain

We protected each other
But it wasn’t enough
We were like two orange crayons
When everyone else was green

Then toi left me alone,
All I had was our color orange
As they hit me
I took peace in knowing
toi were in the orange field in the sky
toi always a dit was there.

The orange of the sun set
Is your smile
Even though toi left too soon

Orange…

Now it’s my color
My way of remembering you
Now I am the lone orange in the rainbow
Without toi here

I protect my own
Though I wish toi were here

Now orange is my color
A color for your bravery
A color for my survival

orange will forever be our color
Even though death took toi away

Forever orange for you,
Sweet Cassidy.

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My Bullied Life: Max Lee Moore's About Me

posted by iHelloUniverse

Hello to the cold world, I was named Max Lee Moore par the parents who absolutely despise me. I am sixteen years old at the moment, will be turning seventeen on June 27th. But who gives a crud? toi know what I receive for my birthday every year? For how old I am, like sixteen. I get sixteen whips from a belt. My dad doesn't live with me anymore to whip me, so there's my mother. She gets a kick out of every whip. It seems to make her ecstatic. Each whip equals to one of her evil laughs. She whips me any chance she wants to. It pains me so much that I'm surprised I haven't committed suicide yet....

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Is Teachnology taking over our lives?

posted by nimone

I don't know about other people, but I've began to notice that we are relying on teachnology way too much!

Yes this question has been suggested to most of us before (most commonly par our parents). But this time it's different. It is normal for parents to think that teenagers are obsessed with our I-pods, i-phones, laptops ou other. This is normal because our parents didn't have things like this when they were younger.

Most adults where I live including my parents didn't have the internet growing up. They all had to either go to the librery for information ou have a collection of encyclopidias...

Forever in my cœur, coeur

posted by teamsalvatore98

Characters (just so nobody gets confused):
Keigo Shokuo- main character (Name meaning: roughly Prince's bodyguard)
Mikoto Kyuuketsuki- vampire prince/ eventually becomes Keigo's best friend and lover (NM: roughly prince vampire)
Blood Brothers/BB- this name is misleading because of the "blood" part, but they're actually a group of highly trained assassins who are hired to kill Mikoto. They'll come up in conversations.
Geretsu Kyuuketsuki- Mikoto's grandmother; retired vampire Queen (NM: Mean Vampire)
Riaru Kyuuketsuki- Mikoto's real mother [deceased] (NM: Real Vampire)
Katanashi Kyuuketsuki- Mikoto's...

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"I l’amour toi But Can I Forgive You"

posted by Blue_Eyez_Chica

Hi my name is Blossom Utanium,Im 16 years old,i have an hourglass figure now and my body is fully developed but plus then most girls my age.

Im leaving Citiesville today and going back to townsville. Except,im going to wear a disguise,I wear a black curly haired wig and purple contacts.

I bought a house down the rue from my sister. Im moving my stuff in today.

I ride my rose convertible to townsville and park it in my new driveway and begin to unpack my stuff.

(Bricks Pov)
I watch a rose convertible go through the neighborhood,with butch,buttercup,and bubbles. We all calmed down after we hit...

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If I never saw toi

posted by minniemeg

Authors note: Hi, this is my first time publishing something that wasn't fan fiction but its what I've been passionate about forever. So please forgive the inconsistent rhyming.

If I never saw toi again.

How happy my life would be!

I'd be jumping up and down the walls so full of glee!

No plus nagging!

No plus griping!

No plus constant whining!

No plus rants about how dreadful your life is!

I could be free from the locks that is your torn up mind, no longer a prisoner in my own home.

Aw the very thought of never hearing your voice again fills me with so much joy!

No plus yelling!

No plus shrieking!

No more...

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Two Dogs' Hope: Chapter 3: Summer

posted by EmilyMJFan910

The fiction story I wrote EXCLUSIVELY for Fanpop. Read chapters 1 and 2 first. Thanks.

The girl living just around the corner.
Her name was Summer. She was eight years old and lived on a farm with her parents and often visited the animaux on the farm. She had blond hair and blue eyes; she was very beautiful as well. She was a softhearted, adventurous girl who always found a way to brighten things.
That jour Summer rode her bike down the path. She planned to ride to the pond and back, but once she got to the pond, she couldn't help but notice the two small chiens laying in a heap par the pond. She...

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Welcome to my world series: Janet's diary entry one

posted by nimone

Dear diary.
Wow what a cheesy start to a diary entry! I don't understand how a diary is supposed to work, there doesn't seem to be much point. I guess it is best to begin as to why I have to write here anyway.

I have been having many so called, misunderstandings at school. And after a lot of parent teacher meetings they have decided to send me to a counsellor.
There I met this man named Dr Fey (weird name I know).

He a dit that I needed to find a way of expressing my feelings. That is where this diary comes in. He explained that in-order to get rid of my socialophobia (afraid of social confrontation)...

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The Boy With The Ring

posted by MissMuffin38

From within the cœur, coeur of the forsaken village, the sleepy sun creeps out from the silent clouds it had been hiding behind for the past few days. Skies are blue, but only just, as the rain only fell yesterday, pouring onto the pavements below. The sun's shining streaks plaster the stony ground, creating light, dusty shadows of the villagers; their never-ending work continuing throughout the day. Children from the village play on the cobbles, darting and weaving in and out of the few passers-by on the quiet streets, chasing after each other without a worry in the world. The smiles on their faces...

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100 Rooms Ch 3 Tell me what toi think!

posted by Weasel1999

III The Library
The suivant room Ember visited was to her a Heaven on Earth. An enormous room just for holding books! The ceiling was so high it would have taken ten of her standing on haut, retour au début of one another the reach it. The shelves and shelves of livres were piled right up to the haut, retour au début and there were several ladders placed conveniently so that she could reach the topmost books.
Ember walked round the room as though she were in a dream. She loved lire and devoured every book she found but she had never had a whole bibliothèque full of them to herself. She barely knew where to start. Every square inch of...

100 Rooms Chapter 2 (Please comment!)

posted by Weasel1999

II The Kitchen.

Unsure where to go Ember dithered in the corridor outside the nursery for almost ten minutes the suivant morning. But soon the delicious smell of apples and cinnamon reached her nose.
She followed the scent until she reached a large old fashioned kitchen. An old, wooden table, worn and scrubbed filled the middle of the room. It was the biggest cuisine Ember had ever saw. One side of the room was simply all cupboards and drawers of all different shapes and coloured. Ember’s curiosity burned but she was distracted par a large woman wearing an apron. She was taking a steaming apple...

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Sister Stories:Part 3

posted by pugglelover2000

Jake looked at her for a moment,as if he longed for her.His eyes were lit up with desire,they sparkled as he looked at her.Rachel must have sensed this feeling because she came over and said,"Well toi two better get going to wherever toi were heading because Jake and I are supposed to be going roller skating.Right Jake?""ummm....Oh yeah um yes."Jake answered."I thought so,now toi two better get going.Ta ta!"she a dit as she dismissed them.

The whole way to the pond Laura drooped her head.Josie knew Laura wished it could have been HER and Jake going roller skating.Josie tried not to say any...

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Free Write

posted by dragonwriter

It was a dark night and there wasn't a single person around. The sounds of the ocean hitting the rocks below and the gusts of winds blowing through the empty black sky above. No stars and no moon. A man standing on the edge of the cliff looking over at the crashing waves below with only one thought. "Why not jump? What's left for me?" All the sounds vanished in his head. He took a step a little closer to the edge. A car pulls up with a girl in it. She gets out and starts screaming the mans name with tears in her eyes. "James! Please don't jump! I l’amour you!" He couldn't hear her as he looked...

My olympian hero. Introduction.

posted by Seastar4374

I remember running down a long corridor...I knew soon that I would have no where left to run and 'they' would get me. I tried not to think about that part though.

"Get her!" I heard them yell and I just got even plus nervous. I picked up my speed and ended up tripping, falling, and sliding on the floor on my stomach. I wince as I hit the mur and I turn over to find one of them standing right infront of me. Truth be told I had no reason why they were chasing me. I had never done anything wrong and my parents from what I knew didn't want me so I lived in foster care.

"Tsk tsk." He says yanking...

Marks chapter 1 bitten

posted by fiestagirl12345

Authors note: okay what's this story mostly is about is. That who ever gets bitten par a vampire. Leaves a scar of a étoile, star on the palm of their hand. toi might be thinking what? These are different vampires. With different gifts.

Scarlet's P.O.V

I woke up. The sun filling half the room.i lived In a small town. With little shops here ad their. It is always dark and gloomy. Rarely sun. I woke up getting dressed in my out-fit link. I walked out the door sighing. Gosh I was exhausted. I was. Looking at the étoile, star on my hand. Why why did I get bitten. Why me. Anyways I got my things and headed to school.

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Chosen One Chapter 2

posted by stellamusa101

"I am.." Caitlin paused. She just go to lit and sleep.

-tomorrow at school-

"Nina, believe me. I think I am chosen," says Caitlin begging Nina to believe her story. "Well I think this all is crazy," says Nina. "Trust me. I.. I'll montrer toi the--" "Caitlin, you, crazy," cuts Nina and walks away. Caitlin sighs. She hopes to 'see' Jake in the mirror.

In the girls bathroom, Caitlin locked the door. She want this to private and doesn't want to be called crazy par some other girls. She looked at the mirror. Jake was not there. "Jake.." she called out. Jake appeared.

"Yes?" asks Jake. "I need your help,"...

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Broken and Bruised *Guide*

posted by peppergirl30

I've decided that I'm écriture a guide first to my fanfiction. Because if people read the guide and like the storyline, then I'll write it. If they think it isn't good and nobody would read it, then I won't. I don't want to waste energy écriture this if nobody wants to read it.
First, a little insight on the ''idea'' for this: Honestly, I don't know how it happened. I was just sitting down, reading, and it hit me. Like a claque, smack in the face. What if, somebody came accueil one day, all bruised? Bruises on their arms, legs, face, everywhere. And the family shows concern, and wants to know who did it-...

Falling Behind Ch.2

posted by tigerseye43

After crying for a bit, Flair fell asleep on Lane's shoulder. Lane looked at the sleeping girl and sighed.
"I wish it didn't have to happen, Flair. We all wished that. But what as happened cannot be taken back." he a dit quietly. He knew she was asleep but he just felt like he needed to say it. "We couldn't save them."
*******
Flair woke up the suivant day, her head laying on Lane's chest. She closed her eyes at the thought of last nights events.
"So much blood....so much death." she whispered to herself, a single tear falling from her eye. She quickly wiped is away and sat up. She poked Lane. "Wake...

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Closer [chapter one]

posted by Insight357

Ciel Parker walked down the dark, gray hallway on the haut, retour au début floor of the mental institution he worked at. His brown hair fell over his deep green eyes; the white light hanging above was too harsh for his sensitive vision. He glanced up as he walked further down the hallway, trying to see how long it was until he reached his office.

He passed cells B and C, slightly nodding as acknowledgement to the security guards standing in front of the doors. The haut, retour au début floor of Virginia’s Mental Institution held the worst patients the state had to offer. People with severe schizophrenia, extreme depression,...