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Some times ago,scientists began experiments to find out whether it would be possible to set up a 'village' under the sea.A special room was built and lowered into the water of Port Sudan in the Red Sea.For 29 days,5 men lived at a depth of 40 feet.At a much lower level,another two divers stayed for a week in a smaller 'house'.On returning to the surface,the men a dit that they had experienced no difficulty in breathing and had made many interesting scientific observations.The captain of the party,Commander Cousteau,spoke of the possibility of cultivating the seabed.He a dit that some permanent stations were to be set up under the sea,and some undersea farms would provide nourriture for the growing population of the world.

The divers in both 'houses' spent most of their time exploring the bottom of the sea.On 4 occasions,they went down to 360 feet and observed many extraordinary forms of marine life,some of which had never been seen before.During their stay,Commander Costeau and his divers reached a depth of 1000 feet and witnessed a gathering of an immense school of crabs which numbered,perhaps,hundreds of millions.They also found outh that it was possible to déplacer rapidly in the water in a special vessel known as a 'dving saucer'.
posted by StarWarsFan7
Angel's POV

BAM!! I quickly shut the Il était une fois door to the wizard lair. My breath is running away from me as I did before. "Woah! Whas'up with you?" Not now Tyler!!! "Nothing! Absolutamente nada!" Did I just speak Spanish those two last words? "It seems like something is up. C'mon. Tell Tyler everything toi know." Why is he trying to comfort me? I hug onto my month-older brother. "Well, I ran into a Witch in the for-" Tyler quickly pushes me very hard away from him. "YOU WHAT?!?" Do I have to repeat it? "I. Met. A. Witch. In. The. Woods." I think I clarified that enough! "I can't believe this!!...
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posted by StarWarsFan7
Angel's POV

All of my life, it's been pretty much very normal. With school, home, and learning some new spells. As a wizard myself, we have to keep our gift, a secret. There's nothing worse than confronting a witch. Ohh...! Just thinking about those ogres gives me the chills! The magical setting in our family wizard lair is deep in a closet. To tell toi the truth, it's rather large! If toi open my closet door (which is the entrance to the wizard lair) it will just be a normal clothing closet. But if toi cast a certain spell on it, the closet is now the wizard lair. My dad, Miguel is the full...
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posted by para-scence
I brought Hera and Desiree accueil the suivant morning. Hera begged me not to tell Dad and Kara what really happened last night. For a moment, I considered just telling them the truth. At least they'd make sure it never happened again. But then I stopped. It was just one time, right?

"Only if toi promise to never do it again," I warned. She nodded quickly.

"I won't. I promise."

"Fine," I sighed. "Besides, I'm not the one you'll need to convince to keep her mouth shut." Both of us turned to Desiree. She smiled evilly.

"Please, Dezzie. Don't say anything. I'll get toi a My Little poney if toi do, ok?"...
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**scroll down for translation**

Regen wusch die Gräue von tanière, den Fenstern und ließ sie über tanière, den Asphalt ergießen.
Klamm schien die Luft, die unter der Last des Nebels unangenehm warm war, einem Nebel, der die Stadt in ein Gewirr von Spinnweben und Unkenntlichkeit hüllte.
All das, und ein fortwährendes leises Gemurmel füllten tanière, den Hintergrund des Geschehens.
Im Mittelpunkt saß ein Mann, gebeugt, mit dem Rücken zur Fensterseite gedreht, auf einem feuchten Holzstuhl und ergab sich seiner introspektiven Wahrnehmung.
Obwohl er seinen Blick nicht hob, schien es ihm, als beobachte er die Menschenmassen,...
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posted by para-scence
I ran down the pathway, my long blond ponytail whipping me in the face each time I checked to see how far I was ahead of Brandon. He was still far away, and Mommy and Daddy were even farther behind.

"Irina! Mommy and Daddy a dit not to go too far!" Brandon complained. I stopped in my tracks, and groaned.

"We're not too far! I can still see 'em," I said. Brandon pouted, not satisfied. I sighed. "Fine. We'll wait for them." Finally, after waiting forever, Daddy and Mommy finally caught up to us. I ran up to them, and Dad put his arm on my shoulder. Brandon held Mommy's hand. Mommy smiled at the...
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posted by alexmswann
It was three o’clock on a Friday and the cloche, bell had finally rung for school to be out for the weekend. I hurriedly shoved my livres in my book bag and headed for the door ready to be out of school.
“Oh wait, Alisa could toi come here for a quick second,” my English teacher, Mrs. Thompson asked. I turned around wishing I could be out this school. She was a very tall and light skinned lady, in her mid-thirties. She had long stringy black hair and big brown eyes. toi would probably think she was a retired model. I quickly went to her bureau trying not to seem I was rushing her.
“Um I just wanted...
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posted by para-scence
The suivant morning, despite being deprived of sleep, I was wide awake. Carmine was in the kitchen, Nikolai getting ready for work in his room. I frowned when I saw Carmine in his work uniform.

"I thought..." I began. He shook his head, his mouth full of cereal.

"I gotta work today. We'll go another jour though, ok?" he said.

"When are toi off...?" I asked.

"Next weekend," he answered. I groaned.

"Seriously?!"

"Sorry! toi know, toi could get a job too, y'know!" he shouted. I clamped my mouth shut. Carmine never yells at me. Ever. "Y'know, toi complain about Nikolai all the time! You're just as bad!"...
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posted by para-scence
The suivant week was spent somewhat like that first day. We went to the park almost everyday. It wasn't that bad actually. It was kind of funny to see Jezebel and and Aspen run around like psychos. I was actually starting to warm up to Scout as well. It was cool to just talk to someone my age that was a girl too. I never had the chance to do that at school ou home. I really like Aspen too. She's very mature for her age, when she wants to be. She has no problem goofing around like a little kid. She likes to talk about a bunch of things. I've become very close with her too.

Then soon came the Sunday...
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posted by para-scence
A faint beeping noise entered my room of darkness. I squeezed my eyes shut even more, afraid to open my eyes again and see nothing. There was the noise again. And again. It sounded in a steady pattern. The plus I comfheard it, the plus it reminded me of where I was. Before, when it was complete silence, it felt surreal, like it was all a bad dream. Now it was a constant reminder that there was nothing left for me. I cried, and a wet tear rolled down my cheek. A tear? But when I died, I'd felt nothing. I couldn't feel ou taste the blood that had been running down my lips. I couldn't feel the...
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posted by itchygum
I sat in my bed, watching the minutes tick par on my clock. 10:51 . . . 10:52. I rolled on my side, thinking about the suivant day, the first jour of school. I was a strait A student and also a bit of a badass. Where did I fit in? My eyelids became heavy, harder to open every time I blinked, until they didn't open.
I felt a nudge, my mom waking me up. "Get dressed," she whispered in my ear. I dragged to my dresser, pulling out my rose Aeropostale chemise and a pair of skinny jeans.
My mom dropped me off and kissed my forehead, so embarrassing, but typical mom. "Hey Ana-rebel!" Called Brooke, pretty...
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posted by Insight357
“Yes, I am,” I a dit calmly. I felt sick to my stomach even as I a dit it.
    “Why?” asked Grey as if it were not obvious.
    “I l’amour him,” I said.
    “I thought toi loved me,” she said, tears in her eyes. Although I saw tears, I also saw hate and fire.
    “You were mistaken,” I said, it was cruel, but true. I loved Alexander plus than her.
    “Why don’t toi l’amour me?” she asked.
    “You raped me, and I married toi only because the baby,” I said....
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As I enter the kitchen, I see my mom chopping carrots and putting them in a pot full of stew. "Hi Mom! What's that?" My long citrus orange jupe sways underneath the air conditioning vent. "I'm making vegetable stew. KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK. "I'll get it!" I call. I run towards the wooden door and I turn the bronze-colored knob. A man with shaggy dark brown hair appears behind the door. "Hello. Is your mother here?" Who is this guy? "Yes. She's in the kitchen." I make a left towards the small cuisine and my mom looks at me. "It's for you." I mouth the words silently. "Oh!" My mom, walks...
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posted by para-scence
About three months have passed, and text messages and calls have stopped. It made me feel sad, but at least I knew they had moved on. At least they weren't devoting their lives to worrying about me.

Then one jour before work, I had drove to the edge of town to the grocery store. I had paid for all my things, I was leaving when I noticed a bulletin board. It was the ones where missing people were posted. One in particular caught my attention. It was a picture of me from a party, I was all smiles and waving at the camera. Missing: Kodi Hunter. Last seen: **/**/** Hair color: brown. Eye color: brown....
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posted by StarWarsFan7
Three hours after Darla left and everything's fine at the shop. A teen with dirty blond hair and hazel eyes enters the store. He looks like... "Steven?" Steven stops in his steps. "Bree?" "Yeah. What are toi doing here?" I ask. "To buy something? Do toi know where the Candy is?" "Yeah it's in section two." I point towards the seconde section in the store. The boutique smells like vanilla and chocolate. Probably because of the ice cream that have been melting in the corner of the store. Which reminds me... "Steven, would toi like to work here?" I ask to break the silence. "Sure. I need a job." Steven...
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posted by StarWarsFan7
Ugh. Being an eighth grade student in a huge middle school is a horrible thing. Large crowds, long lines, piles of homework and nasty teachers! But lucky for me, I'm plus motley than anyone else. As I walk down the long beige hallway to my seconde period class, I see my BFFFL (Best Female Friend For Life), McKenna Winston. "Bree! Bree! I need toi A.S.A.P!" My spunky blond pigtailed friend grabs my hand and runs towards the girls' restroom. "What the heck do toi need McKenna? I need to get to class before-" I see écriture on the bathroom wall. McKenna reads it aloud. "Bree Komor and McKenna Winston...
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posted by Insight357
    After dinner, everyone scattered out in the Temple, and Elizabeth was going to go to her room. She walked out of the dining room and into the corridor. She didn’t know where to go so she decided to go left; she wandered around when she finally took a right. She opened up a door. Elizabeth peered inside; she saw Wyatt, Lucifer, and Xavier sitting around a giant, red pentagram in the center of the room. They did not hear the door open.
    She watched them thoughtfully. Wyatt was the leader of the Temple. Therefore, he was doing most of the talking....
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posted by black_13
What do toi think of this poem? Is it too wierd ou depressing?

Caged

It’s my life yet I’m not permitted to live it
Because I’m sick of the tiny little locked cage
Did nobody tell toi the most important thing?
Little girl’s gonna grow up someday, honey

The jour has come when the box is too small
You repressed, demoralized child’s matured
She’s become – shock horror – a teenager
Just an isolent chienne and nothing more

You say she shouldn’t eat so much
But toi force her to stuff her face
You say her skin’s bad, why?
You the one who never taught her to wash it

It’s as if you’ve completely...
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She fell to the floor and wept, and the jar shook
The jour ended on a cold note for the cold night
He had her cœur, coeur sealed in a jar, fragile and trapped
Until he had his moment and let go
With little strength, she had saved it and ran
She had ran until the darkness was unbearable,
As she wept, the jar shivered in her arms

Her dark blue eyes were drenched
And her mind was a dark, narrow corridor.
Her heat prolonged in entrapment,
Torturing her unknowingly with each eternity-like moment.

Finally, she ceased her overwhelming emotions,
Now silent and pondering
Distracted, the jar fell, and shattered at her feet
He’s gone. He’s gone! The words danced in her mind.
Her cœur, coeur was free, and she was free

She got to her feet, no longer stumbling
And the shattered jar crunched under her feet
There was no plus pain.
~~~~~~~~
...Yeah, I know it kinda sucks. Like I said, first attempt. :/
posted by BURITOES
Ok, so I just want to write a little summary to my story that I want to write called A Place of Our Own I'm basically écriture this to see if people will like it, and if they do, I'll write more. :)


So anyways, it's about a Hollie, 17 an old girl who has an alcoholic mother and a step father who abuses her as well as her 12 an old sister, Amy. Hollie's been in a 3 an on/off relationship with a heroin addicted boyfriend, Danny. When a close call puts Danny in the hospital, he promises Hollie that he'll quit and they'll find a better life. This causes Hollie to realize that she needs to leave accueil and find help herself.


So yeah, if toi liked this, please commentaire and there WILL be more. Thanks. :)
posted by inexplicable
It´s autumn. It´s just a jour like everyone else. I´m sitting on a bench. The air around me is cold and the sky´s color is orange now, because there will be sunset soon. There is a fontaine in front of me. It has a red- brown color and there are statues on it. I can hear the sound of the ice cold water. There are plus benches around the fountain, but today there aren´t so much people sitting there as usual. I´m visiting this place pretty often. I´m sitting still on the bench and thinking. Sometimes I observe the people in the street. I can see their long shadows on the ground. It´s the...
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