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posted by Rae-Ash
I can see it now
Just how it will be
And don’t even ask how
ou what will be the key

I think of all that is lost
And can’t even bare the cost
To know they suffer
But no one will offer
A way out
ou a new place
ou even a new rout
But to stick your sorrows in a case

I leave her tonight
And don’t give thought to all in sight
Not wanting that pain
As in the ground she is lain

Before I let a single tear go
I turn away
As I sob an ‘Oh’
And say I’m okay
I can’t believe she’s gone
Leaving behind her sweat John
Without saying a single good-bye

In heartache we sigh
Not wanting to cry there
But her spirit surrounds us

We see her everywhere
Form every accueil to every bus
But we can’t ours to say good-bye
As to us everyone will lie

We fall to the ground in pain
As dirt goes in, where she was lain
And our souls say their last good-bye
7 Harsh Truths About Selling A Screenplay - Andy Guerdat via FilmCourage.com.
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posted by ZekiYuro
Here are some plus texts from people.
1.Writing and then sending a funny e-mail ou text message to my friends.And of course,imagining their faces when they read it.

2.I really like driving at night when there's no traffic,listening to my favourite music.I feel completely free.

3.Staying in lit on Sunday morning and lire the newspaper.Then getting up very late and having my dog for a walk.

4.I enjoy going to the jym and really getting tired then taking a long hot douche followed par a nice hot cup of tea.There's nothing better.

5.Turning off my computer at the end of the day.Leaving work,and getting into my car to go home!It's the best moment of the day.I l’amour it!
Emmanuel Ray, winner of Fashions Finest’s Fashion icone of the an award (2011), has been asked to officially open Gibraltar Fashion Week commencing on 19th April 2012.
Emmanuel will meet with fashion designers, press and a selection of important members of the Gibraltarian government.
Reene Weston, designer and organiser had the following to say about why she chose Emmanuel to officially open the event.
“Some people have to be taught to be fashionable…Emmanuel rayon, ray was born fashionable. Gibraltar is about real people and real lives. Emmanuel rayon, ray mirrors that!”
This exciting new event has...
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posted by lama2426
Dialogue: so this movie is based on Zagr and Dagr. Zim and Gaz just had sex on zim's couch, Then dib and GIR just had sex on the floor. But Dib is madly in l’amour with Zim. oh almost forgot this is the jour the armada comes but the risisty has something to do to the irkens. Hope toi enjoy!
After a long night "doing it" with gir, Dib woke up, right after he woke up he noticed zim naked BELOW Gaz, when he flipped over Gaz he almost barfed, but when he flipped over zim, he got a boner. After that he went back to sleep par gir. An heure later Gaz woke up but ONLY put on her tights, when she walked out...
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Summertime, June, 16th, 1934
Detectives surrounding the area of the lake. A dead body was found. A young girl's body. The young girl was Anna Hawkes, nine years old, blond hair, green eyes. My best friend.......ex best friend. Let's just say, this little girl did not play nice with me and left me forgotten. She's lucky. Lucky, lucky, lucky, lucky. The detectives found her and not me. Well, I'm sorta used to it since I've always known to be forgotten and alone. Now, I'm dead, forgotten, alone, wet, and sunk deep into the water. How did Little Miss Anna Hawkes die? Hehe, me of course. She drowned...
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Chapter Two

James flopped down suivant to Sirius with a sigh. ”For Merlin's sake, how does she do it?”
After six years, the Marauders knew not to interrupt when James started going on and on (and on) about Lily. “I mean, I didn't think it was possible for her to be plus attractive than she was last an – remember last year?” The Marauders nodded. “Yeah, well, Merlin knows it's about twice that now. I mean, she's just kind of grown into herself a little, yeah? And – and – I could go on all jour –“
“Please don't, mate,” Sirius said, effectively stopping James' rant. The not...
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I could hear the noise droning softly in the nearby forest. A gurgling muffled cry that was slowly receding, becoming fainter. Usually I would ignore such sounds, but the desperate plea imbedded in the cries was enough to make me turn and listen, like some creature was calling me. Weird when I put it like that but that’s exactly what went through my mind when the first cry sounded, a blistering screeching scream.
I stumbled through the over growth, frantically trying to find the source of the sound before it faded with the gentle whisper of the wind. The forest around me was darkening quickly,...
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Have toi been pining for a montrer in which beautiful, young sisters chienne about each other and look for ways to couteau each other in the back? If toi answered yes to either question, then the sisters is for you.

Whoever wishes to keep a secret must hide the fact that he possesses one.

I sat there quietly listening to the sobs of an unfamiliar voice. “You can’t do that!” The woman’s voice screeched, and then there was a slight chuckle, almost as if the sobbing was amusing to the person. “Oh yes I can, and I just have” The voice who I now knew was young man’s voice. I looked back down...
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“Are toi crazy telling her our true forms, what the hell man?” Shouted Opal. “Don’t worry, I’ll never tell anyone, I’m a Rokurokubi, which is also a type of demon, we demons should stick together” a dit Mia. “Rokurokubi? I think I’ve heard of that type of creature, toi come under the category of nocturnal, right” a dit Opal trying to calm down. “I’m so glad you’ve heard of my race, that makes me so happy” a dit Mia trying to hug Opal. “Opal has a vast knowledge of creatures from the other world” a dit Alec. “Then toi should do great in ‘Monster Protection Class’...
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posted by BellaSwan636
Shaun

"Your girlfriend called. She wanted to talk to you," Jason said.

I pushed past him and grabbed the phone. I punched in the correct numbers and Serena picked up on the first ring. She sounded as if she'd been crying.

"Are toi alone?" she asked.
"Yes," I glanced at Jason's retreating form. He was going to basketball, basket-ball practice.
"It's important," she said, hesitantly.
"You can tell me," I said, patiently.
"God, I'm scared," she whispered.
"Of what?"

Suddenly, she screamed into the phone.

"What's wrong?" I asked.
"It's moving," she whispered again, sounding panicked.
"What is, Serena?" I probably...
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posted by gossipgirlxoxo
Hayden p.o.v
I sat there staring out into the cold city, one of the quirks with flying is toi can go anywhere. I sighed and lay down; the floor was cold at the Empire state. “Why would I try to Kiss her?” I asked myself. I shook my head. “You’re an idiot Hayden” I told myself. She didn’t have feelings for me after 3 days what the hell was I thinking? I asked myself again. Did I even have feeling for her? I mean I’m an Angel I can’t do the things that most human boys can do. I sighed and got up; the sun was starting to come up, not that anyone in the Underworld slept. I looked...
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posted by DietCokeGirl
This is written about the perfect silence only found in the dead of night, and the feelings it inspires.
The titre comes from the description a friend of mine gave when we were stuck in the middle of nowhere at midnight and I found it sort of beautiful.
Enjoy (I hope) :)

Weighted air and winking stars,
darkness draped, tension wrought.
This night, this hour, is ours.
Silence chimes unspoken thoughts
that choke my mouth.
Silver moonbeams in glittering outline
surround you, and in our youth
this night, this hour, we intertwine.




I'd l’amour to hear what toi like ou hate.
Thanks for reading.

DietCokeGirl
It is now my sixteenth birthday and like on tenth birthday, I received a life-changing surprise. But unlike my last surprise where Delilah... Well, toi know what happened, but anyway back to the current events. Unlike the last one, my surprise was that was being relocated. I went with a new family par the name of the Wilkonsons. "Welcome Cesar!" a dit Mary, my new foster mother. "Thanks, miss..." I started before she cut me off. "Please. Just call me mom." Mary said. "Okay mom." I responded. "Allow me to introduce toi to our family." Mary motioned me to follow her up the stairs. When we arrived...
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posted by LadySilverSoul
This is my opinion. It is not meant to offend, ou disrespect anyone.

I'm still in my twenties, yet I am tired. I am tired in the deepest marrow of my bones. As I type this, I find myself taking long pauses between sentences. It is like my mind and body knows my intent to use expressive vocabulary, will still fall short of the actual circumstances of which I write.

Many of us, at least on the outside, believe that racism is wrong. Many of us, at least in the face of others, shake our heads at it. I'm not talking about the racism that causes physical pain for others, but the racism that is perpetuated...
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The lingering light was obliterated par the rapidly falling night. The once saumon and purple sky transformed into a vast expanse of jet-black that engulfed the town. A canopy of luminous stars materialized amongst the ocean of blackness. Some were dull, merely flickering into existence every now and then, but there was an adequate amount of shimmering stars to illuminate the dark, moonless night. The lake glistened, mirroring the dazzling assemblage of glittering stars and the luminescence from the moon. The faint wind brushed against the water's surface, the ripples ruffled the stillness of...
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posted by floraisbest1
Then the guard gives (flora, musa, aisha, nabu, riven, and helia food).

diana's guard: here is some nourriture (specifaclly leaves)

flora: dont toi think diana was way to specific, she told her friends.

(everyone starts eating except for flora)

helia: whats wrong flora arent toi going to eat something.

flora: dont toi guys think that guard was way to specific with our food.

nabu: your right but why would diana put something in the food? she obviously wants to talk to us and we need our strength ou we'll starve to death.

flora: im still not eating

aisha: flora please dont be stubborn

flora: im not being stubborn...
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CHAPTER THIRTEEN:
OCTOBER 30, 11:22 PM
I feel nothing but fury towards brochet as I continue on towards Harold’s house. Danny, of course is against the idea, however, I have not told him I healed Harold’s condition, and unless I can find a way to make it with everyone surviving the suivant twenty-four hours, I decide that information is best left secret. As I near the exit that will take me back into the suburbs, I realize is less than an heure until Halloween, I drift back off into my memory of that fateful night all those years ago.
ALBANY,OCTOBER 31, 1850:
We are less than a mile from exiting...
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Death, death is a beautiful thing, it allows new beings to be born, death is needed and shall always be around... However there was one who tried to defy death, he a dit that it was not needed, that people could go on with out it, this mans name was Deluch ruler of a mighty kingdom off to the east. One of three greater kingdoms, but our story does not start there, no our story starts in another realm where everything is peaceful and death is accepted.

Beings of this realm know that death is a good thing, death paves way to new life, so why try to stop it? Maybe some people wish to live forever?...
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CHAPTER ELEVEN:
OCTOBER 30, 1995:
The sun rises over Crystal Falls; the chill of the autumn wind fills the air outside. vampires hate the cold. As I ponder what to do, Danny lies asleep on the couch, still unconscious. The effects of my blood have taken a toll on him. I ponder whether to continue my investigation at the high-school. Doing so would put Harold at great risk. Yet, somehow I think brochet has plans for the students. I look at the calendar. It is the thirtieth, the jour before Halloween. Halloween, the anniversary of the jour I made my first kill. I reminisce once plus into my past.
ALBANY...
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I have just read a paragraph from what could possibly be, the worst book that I have seen in a long time. Fifty shades of Grey does not even have a good story line. The man Mr Grey is a complete pervert that is obsessed with SM. He meets this woman, warns her that he is a creep, and the woman stays!
WHAT THE HELL!
The novel apart from this is filled with parts where Mr Grey has sex with this woman practically everywhere in his house. Yet many woman seem to l’amour this complete piece o rubbish.
And that is not even the worst part. The novel is full of the worst grammatical errors I have ever seen....
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