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posted by noahnstar1616
-The suivant Day-
I peeked from behind the left corner of the school and saw Cameron carrying Mercury's book towards the school entrance. Perfect. I turned to Zoey and Francine, who were right behind me. "I'm ready. How do I look ?" I had on the outfit Francine picked out for me and the makeup Zoey put on me yesterday. My hair was in a french braid, courtesy of Zoey's mom.

"Beautiful", a dit Francine.

"I'm jealous", a dit Zoey.

"Thanks." I turned back to look at Cameron, who had probably forgot something because he was walking back to his car. "Wish me luck." I rushed towards Cameron. "Hey."

"Hey." He did a double take. "What happened to you?"

"Just trying a different look. Now that we're now dating anymore-"

"About that", Cameron began.

"Yeah?" My face lit up.

"Cameron!" Mercury came over to us. My face dimmed. "Did toi get my-" She looked me up and down. "I see someone's trying the slutty look." She smiled an evil smile.

She's one to talk. I examined her rose mini-skirt and rose baby tee.

"Mercury!" Cameron looked at me apologetically. "Let's go." He and Mercury left.

I went back over to Francine and Zoey.

"How'd it go", they asked in unison.

"Let's just go inside." I turned to walk towards the entrance of the school. "I'm freezing my cul, ass off out here."

-Later That Day-
After returning home, I told Grandma I was going for a bike ride. Though it didn't matter since Gram wasn't speaking to me.

I rode my bike through town and noticed the moon. Full. I then rode into the swamp, unexpectedly of course. My nails turned to claws, my skin turned pale green, my outfit turned into a white gown, my hair turned into seaweed. My bike hit a loose arbre root and I went flying into the mucky, swamp water. "Gross!" I got up. The water was up to my knees. The pond was right below the moon.

All of a sudden the water began glowing. It
want a lighter shade of pale green, almost white. The water began bubbling. I looked around to see who was causing this. Then I saw it. The thing that turned my life into crap.

The sea witch that scratched me.

I tried to run to her, but the water was too thick. Then I felt a wave push me toward her. Am I doing that? Once I got close enough,
I touched her shoulder.

She quickly turned to face me, her eyes glowing red, and hissed at me.

I screamed and fell into the water. When I got back up, she was gone. The water turned back to normal. "Where did she go?" I managed to get out of the pond and made it back to my bike. I started walking back out of the swamp. Then something struck me in the back of the head. I blacked out.


When I woke up, I was tied up in a chair. I looked around and saw I was in a log cabin. The feu in the fireplace was making the cabine warm. So warm that began to sweat. I slipped out of the ropes and got up. I began walking to the door.

"Where are toi going?"

I turned and saw the sea witch standing par an old stove. "You." I walked up to her. "You did this to me!"

"What are toi talking about?" She was cooking something in the oven.

"You turned me into a sea witch! Remember, I was the girl with the camera. toi scratched me!"

She frowned. "Oh yeah, sorry about that."

"Sorry? You're sorry?" I was in disbelief.

"Yes. toi were in my personal l’espace and I got angry." She took some meat out of the oven. "Are toi hungry?"

"No." I walked back to the door.

"Stay!" Her voice was different. It was low and growl-y. She grabbed my shoulders and dragged me to the little wooden table, tableau in the corner of house. "Eat!" She went to get a plate of meat and set it before me. "Eat!"

I took a tiny piece of meat and ate. I gasped. "It taste like a cream cheese and gelée bagel!"
posted by BellaSwan636
Serena

On Friday, Tia had picked me up to go shopping.

Tia was ecstatic; for what reason, I had no idea. Tia was like a hurricane, she jotted down my sizes on her hand and then took of through the store at a pace that should've set her path on fire.

"You look great in black, white, and blue," she muttered. I saved that for future reference; she obviously knew what she was doing. Plus I'd been told that each of those colours looked nice on me before.

She pulled me into a dressing room, pointed out which outfits to try out, and exited to let me change.

I pulled a scary-looking black licou, halter neck...
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posted by fanfly
 Artwork par me
Artwork by me
Who are toi to judge?
Sitting right where toi are
toi have no claim on me

I know my own path
I am my own guide
toi are nothing to me
No matter how toi try

What do toi care?
If I'm not doing it right
I'm not following you

I know my own path
I am my own guide
toi don't know me
No matter how toi try

Why are toi here?
toi know I don't want you
I told toi to leave me

I am my own path
I know my own guide
toi can't mold me
No matter how toi try





Why do I feel compelled to write angsty poetry? I swear I'm not even that angsty. MDR Oh well, I hope someone out there enjoys it.
Your hair is long, wet, and wavy and clings to toi as toi rise from the lake. toi get the sense that the water should be clearer. toi don’t dwell on it though, distracted par your own hair. toi don’t remember it being so long. With every motion the string of beads and shells woven into your hair bobs gently with a clicking noise. toi don’t realize that toi are topless until your hair settles against your back. But toi are not ashamed, there is a sense of liberation, toi can better feel what the earth and the wind are telling toi this way. If toi could see behind you, toi would know that...
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posted by pLaStIcSUNDAE
It's gray. It's always been so gray.

The beating cœur, coeur that searched for what it believed to be a forever, only to be led astray.

The beating cœur, coeur full of warm belief,

Now an iceberg of amer regret, the surface a shallow reflection of the depths that rest beneath.

The smiling mask distorts the image of the surface, betraying the eyes.

The rigid, cold structure reduced to a cube of ice.

A problem crippled and crumbled into "I'm fine."

If the eyes are windows to the soul, then these windows have been fogged and cracked.

If the eyes are the windows to the soul, then within these, behind the mist,...
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8 Elements Of The Nutshell Technique par Jill Chamberlain via FilmCourage.com.
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PART 1- LETS HAVE A RANT

Hi. So yeah, from the titre I think you've gathered this story is about .... well let's just say a problematic 19 an old struggling to find a meaning in life.

If you're a typical "Caucasian" you'll never understand the things we "brown people" have to face. Over-protective parents are just the start. The kinds of people are totally different. The type of "cheats", "betrayers", "heart-breakers".

Being born in a place 2% of the people worldwide knew is just the start of a slightly difficult life. For now, lemme just summarize my life for you. I'm a 19 an old girl living...
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THIS IS VERY URGENT AND NOT A JOKE! ALSO DON'T GOOF OFF!!!!

I really mean it! What would toi be able to do if SOPA/TPP censors the internet? What would toi be able to do if écriture fanfics and drawing fanarts become illegal? What would toi do if it's illegal to do a cover of your favori song on YouTube? What would toi do if downloading things from the internet (music, movies, TV episodes, etc) became illegal? What would toi do if SOPA/TPP wins the war and takes away internet freedom? Net Neutrality is already dead so far, we can't risk the freedom of internet...
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posted by ilu_rayray
 Liyah (me)
Liyah (me)
Aliyah-Me(18)
Alexus(18)
Jasmine(18)
Prince(18)
Roc(18)
Ray(18)

My pov
Wassup im Aliyah but toi can call me liyah for short. I sing and im a backup dancer for mindless behavior with my two besties Alexus and Jasmine. I feel torn that prod left but ayyee Nobody knows this but i kinda like rayon, ray idk what it feels like to like someone bcus my dad always abused me and i never liked boys ever since but the past is gone and im living the life out in L.A.

Alexus pov
Hello im alexus but i perfer u call me lexi. I live with my sister jasmin and bestie liyah in L.A me and my sister been through alot our parents...
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November 5th 9,999,980 BC 6:01 A.M.
Mist wanders down a small deer trail through the woods. He pulls himself up onto a glistening arbre branch. He sees a small girl huddled on the ground. He jumps down and slowly approaches her.
He draws an arrow. The girl turns around.
'Who are you?' asks Mist.
'I am Amirell, daughter of Amerith,' she says. 'Now tell me, who are you?'
'I am Mist, son of Karellcia.' he says.
'I could help you,' says Amirell. 'I have nourriture and water. if we rationed it we would have enough.'
'I shall not need a woman's help,' says Mist. 'tis easy to find nourriture out here. If I killed...
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posted by jeweleryfan11
About:
Once i was having a jour dream about this story. And it brang me to this. A story about AshleyxDamon.

Chapter 1: Sunset
Sitting in an oak tree,a young 13 an old was écriture a letter to her father in Tokyo. He was doing research. Then her twin Austin came. "What are toi doing here?," she asked. "I l’amour the sunset", Austin said. "That's why i'm here," Ashley said. They watched the beautiful sunset and went in they're vintage home. "Ashley who is the letter for,"Austin asked. " Dad," she answered. "Dinner toi guys," there mother said. And they went inside.
Credit to breebree446
posted by EmilyMJFan910
Based on a short film par EmilyMJFan910.

Sapphire was a normal girl. She was very happy with her life and saw herself as lucky. But she had one very special trait.
Sapphire loved to daydream.
She daydreamed every day, all jour long. She dreamed about flying! Romance! Animals! Anything and everything. But mostly, she dreamed about changing into someone different. One minute she was a mermaid, another she was a princess. One she was a celebrity, the other she was an adventurous horse rider. But sometimes, when Sapphire was dwelling in the deepest of her daydreams, she would get carried away, causing...
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I had a friend, she lived in the north of China, her name was Chie. Chie was only 12 years old when she died!

It happend a few years ago, Chie and her family were going to mass on a Sunday, it was supposed to be just like any normal Sunday for her. Her and the rest of her family would get ready for mass and when they got accueil they would start to prepare lunch.
Little did they know that they would never sit down to have lunch together again!

Because on that jour the authorities surrounded the church, held the priest under house arrest, and all the people in the church were shot dead!

The priest...
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CHAPTER EIGHT:
OCTOBER 29, 1995:
I wake up around 7:20, horrified at how long I have slept. I have not thought about that night in ages, an am absolutely horrified par what would happen next, but that story will be for another time. I know. Right now I have plus pressing matters to attend to. I need to find out the reason behind the flashes I had the night I arrived. It has never happened before, and I wonder who it is that I saw lying dead on the ground during the last flash. I change once more, and remember I do not have my car. I phone Harold and he agrees to pick me up. As I wait for him,...
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toi may not know me but I know you. Your the one with a family who loves you, with a friend who actually Accepts you, the person who has the normal life. My name is Rebecca, I'm the girl who all her "friends" ignore her, the girl who gets beaten par her father. The one who thinks the world hates her. And everyday i wonder if someone would help me but no one ever does. This is my Diary, read on if tragedy Appeals to your sence of mind i guess.


February 1st 1978
Dear diary,
is there anyone out there? Anyone who truly understands? Everyone says Being Alive is better then dead, but why do people say...
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Prologue
She never knew she had an uncle until her parents died. It’s strange how- sometimes in life when toi lose important people in your life toi gain some more.
Her mother and father died in a house fire. No one knew how it started except the one daughter who managed to survive.
But she was in no state to tell. She suffered mild burns but her mind suffered worst of all. She never spoke again.
She was kept in hospital for six months but eventually she was packed off to her uncle Scipio. She was thirteen years old and many a dit it was a crime sending a child off to such an evil man as Scipio....
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posted by Cries_Bloodlova
Part one
The kiss
There is nothing around me nothing but darkness, loneliness and the pain I always feel. Emotional pain that is. Where is he where is my hero? The one I trust the one I l’amour where is he. Not here. Not in my thoughts? How could that be? I l’amour him too much to let him go. I look around still nothing but darkness. Wish some one would save me I wish someone would care. I have no idea why all this black nothingness surrounds me I’m alone. Like I always am. Am I dead? I hope so. To bad I will…. wait Finnick is dead to. So are Katniss and Peeta. I’m glad I’m dead then I’ll...
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posted by fiestagirl12345
Kalie's P.O.V


we saw the zombies coming our direction.we got our arrows ready. we were slowly walkinng when Anny falls on a coprse. we saw it was the scientist,. she screams in a high pitched. i wuickly cover her mouth. one zombie came par the pale grey skin. peeled bloody patches. white grey eyes. the rotten meat odor. i shoot it wtih the bullet. the blood flying. we went runnig. so we were the only ones alive. thats why the testers wanted us. they thought we were effected. well we are clean. for now. we kept running the growling of zombies behind us. i trun and see one of them grab anny's neck. i shoot them and they fall guts going. i grab her and check her. luckily she was alright. i sigh in relief and carry her over my shoulder. we were runnig when their was a cliff. now what?
I need to stop and catch my breath but I can't.

I have to keep running even if I die trying. I wouldn't let them win; couldn't let them win. They're getting closer now.

Have toi ever had those dreams where toi feel like you're running at the speed of light but you're hardly moving? That's how I feel now. No matter how hard I try, it's like no effort is made. Not like my nightgown was helping.

I keep running, not even knowing what's chasing me. All I know is, they're hungry for flesh and blood; my flesh and blood. I don't know why. I don't know how this happened. I don't even know where I am; all...
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posted by sparkles3
this is a fan fiction of the novel, Darker Still, par Leanna Renee Hieber.
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Disclaimer: Ms. Hieber own the rights to the book Darker Still.
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Summary: In New York, 1880, Natalie Stewart fell in l’amour with Lord Denbury, known as Johnathon Whitby to family and close friends, who was trapped in a painting; and under a curse. With the help of family friend, Evelyn Northe, she is able to free him, and they leave the state.

But history repeats itself.

Now, in present jour New York, 13 an old Katia Whitby (Natalie's Greatx6 granddaughter)has become entranced par a painting which seems oddly alive. Katia is also mute, like Natalie was. She seems to some of the same abilities that her great-great-great-great-great-great grandmother did. Because her father works for the local museum of art, she's able to see the incredible painting with which she's obsessed plus often. But is that really best?
What This Handout is About…
This handout will explain what a Literature Review is and offer insights into the form and
construction of a Literature Review in the Humanities, Social Sciences, and Sciences.
Introduction
OK. You’ve got to write a literature review. toi dust off your world literature
anthology book, settle down in your Ebert and Roper at the films theatre chair with
your pop corn, maïs soufflé and soda in hand, and get ready to issue a “thumbs up” ou “thumbs down”
as toi leaf through the pages. “Literature Review” done. Right?
Wrong! The “literature” of a literature review...
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