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posted by WildCherryWolf
Helloooo rabid Dear Alex readers!!


I have a slight update, and it might be bad news for you. The Dear Alex series might be at a hiatus!! The guy that it is about, Alex, and I might be going out soon. If not then the series is not on hiatus, and I will continue to write.


Bu it is good news for me! Alex is majorly, majorly cute apart from the fact that his hair looks atrocious. But one of my Friends just broke up with him, so that leaves the path clear for me to waltz into his heart!!

I've had this butterfly-y stomach for about 4 days now, and I think that I really like him!!










YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I might write even if we do go out.





From,
Loyal auteur Claire!
posted by Harrypotter148
The Train Ride

As Emily gazed out the window of the train she saw her dad-waving goodbye, his face had a bright smile, but when Emily looked into his eye she saw sadness. She was off to live with her mother in Roscoe; this was a four-hour train ride from Chicago to Roscoe. It would be a little over two hours but there are plus stops on this train ought. Dad was only sending her because he felt she would have a better life. Emily disagrees, she hated her mother, and she was cruel, heartless and hated the sight of Emily. She new better he dad lied to her, he knew she was find living with him but...
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ok...that sounds nice
Jade wasn't sure if this was the right choice,she could always find some where to stay. I'm a girl ill never be homeless.. she thought. But still she went through with it and they walked to mrs.l's car."umm if toi don't mind, do toi think we could stop at my apartment? I need to get some things from there....if toi don't mind of course." She asked
"No, I don't mind.where do toi live?" She gave her the directions and about ten minuetes later they pulled into a dark alley,they stopped in front of a door in the side of a small building."this is where toi live?" She asked
"Yeah..it...
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posted by TDIlover226
I watched from around the corner as the little puppy, so curious with it's ways, was snooping around seeing what was in this big old house. He sniffed around, ears drooping to the floor, sliding in a rapide, swift path. That little puppy, I had just gotten from the pound, I still couldn't think of a name for the curious puppy. Just as I thought to leave, something about the pup caught my eye, he had stopped in his tracks, staring at something that I couldn't see. That was when I knew exsactly what he was staring at, my old cat. Sapphire was her name, she was a grumpy old cat, I wasn't sure what to...
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posted by QueridaPantufa
Prologue

It was as if the earth had moved. The sky was shaking, so that all there was left were falling stars. I forgot all there was around me, everything ou everyone I had ever seen ou heard about just didn’t matter anymore. I had found her. My true and only love. But just like a falling star, it went as fast as it came. And then all there was left was emptiness. A big hole left inside of me. I will never forget her, she saved my life in every way a person can be saved. So this story isn’t really about me. It’s about her, and all that she was. Because what does it really mean to be happy?...
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posted by shenelopefan
Lo que nunca podrá ser

"Tu… entiendes mi silencio

Sólo tú… conoces mis secretos

Sólo tú… comprendes cada gesto

Sólo tú…"

Apareces tú, la Oreja de van Gogh

Me voy a morir. Arrastro mi cuerpo, adormecido por el dolor en los pasillos de este horrible hospital. La sangre brota de mi cuerpo mientras presiono la herida cerca de mi estómago, dándome fuerzas para seguir. Yo sé que no merezco lo que ocurrió, pero también sé que es completamente mi culpa. Dicen que cuando uno está agonizando, ve pasar su vida frente a sus ojos, que los mejores momentos son recordados. Eso me está ocurriendo...
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The cœur, coeur has long been considered to be where feelings of l’amour dwell.In l’amour songs throughout the ages,love almost always goes together with the heart.The cœur, coeur has continuously been viewed as the place where l’amour begins and develops.Even the Bible gives quote to l’amour and the heart.

The role of the cœur, coeur in l’amour must come from what happens to it when a person feels strongly attracted to someone.The strong feelings for the other person,especially in the early stages of a relationship,have the results that the cœur, coeur starts beating faster and breathing starts speeding up.

According to psychologists,a l’amour relationship is a situation that involves a lot of stress and the body reacts to this par getting ready to face the unknown.This has veen called the 'fight ou flight' reaction,meeting danger par fighting it ou running away.So with love,the cœur, coeur accelerates and breathing becomes quick.
posted by para-scence
"Good mornin'," Micah a dit as he arrived at the park; our usual meeting place. I stopped the balançoire, swing just in time before I nearly kicked him in the face. We laughed.

"Sorry," I giggled. "Hey." He smiled and took a siège in the balançoire, swing suivant to me. My cheeks flushed as I thought over yesterday. I just had to know. "Um, Micah? What'd toi want to tell me yesterday? I mean, before I had to leave." He furrowed his eyebrows, then frowned.

"Huh? Oh... It was nothing."

"Ok," I nodded.

We soon Lost track of time, and were almost late for school. Since we couldn't take the long way, we had to take the faster way,...
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posted by r260897
now standing on last jour of an
i look back and see smiles and tears
somedays it was new too
somedays our mailboxes were filled with greetings
greetings of arrival of 01/01/2011
jour par jour we got used to
night par night we got close
so many starts so many ends
so many left so many got friends
learnt so much taught so much
learnt to smile learnt to give
learnt to die learnt to live
with loads of hugs and kisses
bye bye 2011
suivant time we'll say
"damn our cœur, coeur still misses
THE 2011"
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posted by coolie
The palace was the equivalent of wonderland. The wind in the palace brushed the grand trees as if it were van Gogh painting a famous piece of art. The exotic inside of the palace was like a gigantic version of the Mona Lisa. When you’d sit in the king’s, comfortable, couches, you’d sink in the couches depth of fluffy pillows like an abandon sailboat sinking under water.
The king and Queen were once looking out of the balcony to view their beautiful ocean, when the ocean sliced through the rocks as if it were a sharp silver-bladed sword.
“Ohm ‘goshith ‘royallith ‘Charlessith,”...
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posted by EmzLovesCheryl
I saw a boy today
He was beautiful and tall,
He had dark straggly hair
And he was hunched over small.
He had gorgeous blue eyes
And a cute little grin,
A good taste in clothes
And honey coloured skin.

He glanced in my direction
That made me blush,
He winked from over the road
And I laughed in spite of myself.
He grinned plus widely
Quickly glanced around,
Shoved his phone in his pocket
And made his way towards.

Before I even knew it
He was saying 'hey',
I stammered a response
Not knowing what to say.
He didn't seem to mind
In fact his dimples raised,
He started talking smoothly
Asking for my name.

He told me he was...
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posted by tyranitarfan
“I think toi should sleep more, madam,” Lavender Chris said.
Lavender was a fifteen an old girl, with a cute freckly face, long black hair and blue eyes. Her twin, April, was sitting suivant to her. A neighbour, Carla Pleasant, was sitting in front of them. And between them stood a table.
“For how many hours do toi sleep?” Lavender asked. “Around five,” Carla said. April sighed. “Lavender’s right,” she said, “You don’t sleep at all. toi know, lack of sleep can lead to diabetes, blood pressure, depression and God knows what all problems! And toi don’t sleep! That’s why...
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