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posted by DarkGirl23
There it was, that fuzzy warm glowing light I always had dreams about... Except this time, I knew it was for real. I was so close! But then I felt something sting into my arm, slowly filling my veins with a warm and yet stinging fluid. What was this? Suddenly I was being pulled back into the world I once knew, and once hated.
My eyes flew open and everything was blurry. For a seconde it felt like I couldn’t breathe but then I gasped and air filled my lungs. It felt like a giant brick had been lifted from my chest.
I breathed a little shakily and looked around. Standing perched before me, looking down upon me appearing to be an angel, was one of them. But I knew not to be fooled par his looks. I sat up and scooted away, realization he had been caressing my cheek.
I stared at him, my chest aching from my heart’s quickened pace. I knew Panicking wasn’t the option around them, but I just couldn’t help myself. It took all my might not to gather myself to run when he slowly brought his hand near me, I know he was making sure I didn’t run. Then, suddenly, he jerked my wrist towards him, and looked at my Identification scarred into my skin.
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He looked at me, and my cœur, coeur stopped when I saw the emotion in his piercing turquoise eyes. He was one of them, wasn’t he? He looked like one of them, I mean a bit smaller than the average, yet I could still see the outline of abs through his black shirt. I could also tell par his eye color and the way his silver hair framed his pale yet handsome face. Plus, as I looked down at the health vial, I realized no Human could ever get their hands on one of those without going through the city. And if a human were to access the city freely, then that would be illegal and they would be hunted down immediately.
Yet, he had saved me, he had the cœur, coeur to save me. His thinking process was not like any other Hunter’s, obviously.
In a pitying voice, he asked, “You’re two weeks Thirteen?” I swallowed, nodding yes to his question. He just kept staring at my wrist, not bothering to look me in the eye.
Shakily I asked him, “Wh-Who are you?”
Finally, he looked up at me. “I’m Payne Marbello.”
My cœur, coeur stopped and I got in a crouching position. Despite my lack of air, I dare glared at him, “The Marbello family?” I growled, then I spat at him, not thinking of my actions.
I jumped, holding myself up par one hand as I swung my leg towards his head and planted my foot into his face. Just as he fell backwards, blood gushed from his new-found wound.
I grabbed him par the collier of his clothing, a nice long black and silver cloak, and pinned him against the maze wall. I quickly grabbed his hunting weapon. With finger on the trigger, I held it to his head. I glared my way into his soul and In a plus dangerous tone than before, I repeated,
“The Marbello family?”
posted by T-lover
what I'm écriture isn't exactly an article , but I hope toi will enjoy it ^_^ ..

Girl; Do I ever traverser, croix you'r mind ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Do toi like me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Do toi want me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Would toi cry if I left ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Would toi live for me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Would toi do anything for me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Choose me ou you'r life ?
Boy; My life .

The girl runs away in shock and pain and the boy runs after her and says ....

*The reason toi never traverser, croix my mind is because toi are always on my mind .
*The reason why I don't like toi is because I l’amour toi .
*The reason I don't want toi is because I need toi .
*The reason I wouldn't cry if toi left is because I would die if toi left .
*The reason I wouldn't live for toi is because I would die for toi .
*The reason why I'm not willing to do toi anything for toi is because I would do everything for toi .
*The reason I chose my life is because toi are my life .
posted by Bella_Swan3
Taylor had never shadow-walked with no destination in mind. Shadow walking was something she was slightly afraid to do. It made her feel unbalanced, as if she had been donné too much control. Like standing on the edge of a cliff, the wind pushing toi to jump, and some part of toi secretly wanting to succumb to it's persuasive power.

She opened her eyes to the flat, glassy expanse of water in front of her. The tiny sliver of the moon was distorted par the waves.

Granted, shadow walking allowed her to appear wherever she wanted, but to her, it also served as a constant reminder that she was not...
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slowly climbing

inch par inch

bringing me closer

to my doom

papillons of

anticipation

flutter nervously

in my stomach

knuckles whiten

jaws clench

what have I

gotten myself into

the suspense

is killing me

I'm going to hate it

I'm going to l’amour it

I might lose my lunch

but I don't care

heaven help me

here it comes...

...

I hold my breath...

...

and then
I scream
my stomach
drops
my breath
is stolen
my heart
is pounding
adrenaline
courses
through
my veins
amid screams
of sweet terror
I fling up
my hands
and ride on
the wings
of Thrill!
posted by gossipgirlxoxo
I walked in and saw Dawn and Thor. I walked over and gave them both a look. “Where are mom and dad” I asked looking around the house. Dawn smile. “Still in Australia” I looked at Dawn with a confused smile. “Well then what’s going on” I asked. I was angry at Thor and Dawn and not because of Liz ou that mom and dad were still in Australia, but because they weren’t telling me anything. “Well?” I asked. Thor looked at me but he didn’t smile he just stared at me. “We were told to go home, we don’t know anything” he a dit in a palourde voice. I heard a bang, I turned and saw...
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posted by CheeryDavis
Hi, so this is my first story put on here! It's in poem style so i thought what the foins, hay i'll post it! so here it is:

the sky turns black and gray
all the color withers away
but in your arms i will stay
come what may

the lights could dim
the sky could fall
the world could stand still
but your arms are all i can feel
and in them i will stay
come what may

the waves come crashing
pulling me into the deep
but your arms are all i can feel washing over me
and as toi pull me up and hold me close
i know that toi will never let go
in your arms i will stay come what may

the sky shines bright for the first time is...
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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.
posted by CullensFinest13
toi hurt me I hope toi die I cant belive I trusted toi I cant belive I loved toi I cant belive I stayed up and worried that toi wouldnt call. I cant belive that i loved toi i trusted toi and cared for you. im tired of toi its time i let toi go but your always there toi wont leave me alone...its time for toi to leave so never come back walk out of my life i am going to lock my door and never let toi back in stay out so i can be happy toi need toi need to die let me live my own life toi shouldnt be controlling me anymore im not property im a human and i dont belong to the likes of you, toi were...
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posted by vampiress015
I presuming we all joined this spot 'cos we l’amour to write, right? If so then toi all know what I'm talking about when I say that we all l’amour our main characters and sometimes want to make them the best people in the world.

B-O-R-I-N-G

Yes, we want to make our main character gets the best out of the story, since it's their story. But if they're the best people in the world it doesn't really make them believable and then the reader just doesn't care about them (which is hard to understand cos we as the writer l’amour em, but unfortunantley it's true)

So here is my step-by-step guide to make sure that...
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posted by Sweet_Pants
Just a poem. I hope it isn't much of a bother to rate.

I dream of all things

Uncertain of dark deeds and pasts

Within these thoughts as dark as sea

When once those wings of black

Hung over all

Shadowing but of the wretched white

That blinds me of all beauty.

I dream of all things

From happiness to highs

Let down these pills

ou I’m gone, retreat inside my mind

Where none but the darkest thoughts

Swallowing twilight

I dream of all things

From the stories told par hidden scars

Unable to montrer themselves

Under this intense scrutiny

That makes up this world’s attire

To the times that I could be happy

Without a drug to create

The much-needed illusion...


I dream of all things
No matter of their contents
Because, well,
Nightmares are still dreams.
posted by mrs-mindfreak
I decided to do a story where I put my iPod on shuffle and start writing. Lucky for me, all the songs were basically sad ou angry music. So this is what I came up with :)

The rain pattered on the windows drowsily, drowning out Alana’s choking sobs. She sat in her favori wooden rocker, and buried her face in her hands miserably. Her black hair clung to her sweaty face. Her clammy palms were wet from tears. She never wanted to déplacer from that spot again. Although she was filled with irrevocable remorse, she felt comfortable there. No one in the house, rain falling softly outside, and just...
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‘You shouldn't have shot the dog.’ That single thought reverberated inside my head, knocking from side to side, smashing at the sides of my skull until I had to put my hands to my temples in a futile attempt to stop the pain. The man sitting suivant to me took a swig of his whiskey, the glass bottle knocking against his yellowed and rotten teeth. His other hand held onto the steering wheel, maneuvering the car down the winding and deserted stretch of highway. I leaned my head against the cool glass of the passenger side window, willing my head to stop pounding. From the radio, the soft strains...
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 The Writer Behind the Words
The Writer Behind the Words
Luck has little to do with link. A long lasting écriture career doesn’t just happen. A writer can burst onto the scene and quickly disappear. Another can have a series of hits then write a bunch of flops and never be heard from again. The difference between a long lasting career and one that burns out is strategy. Here are seven rules to help toi find the right strategy for toi and get toi started on your journey to long lasting success.

Learn the power of focus. For most of us, we have plus than enough to do on a daily basis. And when it comes to any écriture project the liste can grow exponentially-...
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The fragrance of scotch pine and blue épicéa, épinette is pungent in the air, amplified par the heat of late June. ou so toi think it is June. This place feels oddly void of time. toi open your eyes to see a sun hazed over par stratus clouds. From all angles toi spy familiar wooden structures.
You are back.

You sit up with your legs tucked under your bottom and bask in the estival air and all of the scents that waft within it. toi furrow your brows, thinking that it is not as clean as before. Even so, the place hums with earthy energy. A stronger gust of wind picks up the hem of your chemise and flutters...
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posted by Epismatic
The Man With No Eyes Collection (3): Mask




When the curtain rises, all is forgiven.

I’ll brush it all off with a movie-star smile,

A genuine laugh, but my eyes must be hidden,

The truth they contain is considered too vile.

My voice is a song that will play through your ears,

And invite toi to dance to the sound of my tune,

I take a bow, deeply, and drink in your cheers,

I’ll always remain here,

You’ll come see me soon.

A new jour is dawning,

“Quick, put on your mask!”

And hurry outside, meet the crowd.

“Where’ve toi been?”

With fanciful réponses to all that toi ask,

I’ll always wait here for...
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posted by WritingBookWorm
So, one of my New’s Years Resolutions this an it to write more. So, I decided to make this:

The goal is to write something every day.

Starting on the 31st of January, every jour there is a vague word, idea, object, question, statement ou anything. toi can take it anyway toi want.

Then each jour toi should write what it tells toi too ou something inspired par it. Whether it be a poem, a small scene, a character description, journal entry, short story ou even just one really well crafted sentence.

Even if the prompt confuses you, ou toi have no ideas just write something! It’s a great exercise...
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This guide was inspired par a question recently posté par link on this spot. The user was looking for ways to put a twist on fairytales. I began to write an answer, but my answer soon developed into an article. So here it is.

Note that these aren't specifically for fairytales; they can be used on any old, well-known stories. After listing some ideas on how toi can put a twist on such stories, I'll give a few examples of films that have done used one ou plus of these ideas.

1. Swap the genders of the traditional characters.
Do any of the characters behave especially "typical" for their gender?...
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posted by floraisbest1
Ms. Farogonda asked for the winx to come down to her office. when the winx reached ms. farogonda's office she told them that diana wants to speak wth one of you. she didnt tell me who but she told me to pick two extras. ms. farogonda can i go, bloom asked her. flora will be going along with musa and aisha ms farogonda told them. hmph bloom pouted, can we at least go with them bloom a dit quikly. fine all of toi girls can go and im bringing the specialist. ok stella a dit in a sing song voice. lets go a dit the winx. they met the RF boys outside and went in the owl. winx: WINX BELIEVIX
AT THE amazone, amazon
flora: let's get going
aisha: see ya winx
bloom: meet back here in an heure k
ok bloom musa said
( diana appears in front of them)
GUARDS take them away
what??!
(to be continued)
posted by LunaNotLoony
Anna flicked the T.V from channel to channel, bored: there was nothing worth watching. Sighing, she left the news on and flopped back on the sofa, not really intending to listen.
'The war in Iraq-.'
'Oh no, toi don't,' Anna muttered, grabbing the remote. Her Dad had joined the army after her Mum had died of an overdose. Anna didn't really blame him, she'd have got out of the house as fast as possible too if she was an adult. The whole house was contaminated with the memories of Mum, of her laugh, of her accident... suicide... whatever it was. Even so, Anna missed Dad like it was painful. She'd...
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posted by Ichigo127
An Amuto one-shot
hope toi enjoy!

‘You know, Amu…,’ he was sitting there again, on the ledge of the window, staring wistfully outside. ‘All of them think you’re gone. But I know better. toi are alive, I know it. Somewhere out there, you’re thinking about me too, aren’t you?’
He was talking again, talking to the moon. ‘You’ll never admit it but toi have already fallen for me,’ he smirked at the moon. No, not the moon. It was Amu’s blushing face that he saw and it was her voice that he heard, ‘Shut up!’ he didn’t know it was the echo of his memories because he thought...
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A shadowy figure silently brushed the silken curtains aside as she slipped through the open window and stepped into the dark chamber. Passing a small table, tableau and a bed, the renard quickly headed towards a cabinet that stood against the far wall.
Beaded necklaces hung above a oval mirror that was set in the center. Her eyes rested on a miniature strongbox half hidden behind the mirror.
Paying no heed to the deafening clatter coming from the oblivious guest downstairs, she skillfully picked the tiny lock and raised the lid. It was hard to tell what was what in the darkness, so she emptied it into...
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