écriture Article: Angel

Angel

posted by annabethxchase

I'd often dream of having a guardian angel
Some one to be there for me, to protect me
I'm my dreams she had a smile like the sunshine
A smile that broke through the clouds and sparkled upon the horizon.
She would never walk away as I reach my hand to her
She would whisper to me, so softly and I'd feel my cœur, coeur beat faster
She would touch my cheek with the tips of her fingers
Her porcelaine skin resting against mine

My Angel was not only a dream, but a wish
A wish for a happiness that would only be filled par love,
Her love
She would hold me close in the cold
She would whisper to me again
Our breath mixing in the icy breeze
I'd often count the days of snow flakes
I'd watch them fall while I dreamed of her hand
Interwound in mine.

I longed for another body suivant to me
Cool skin held against warm
Her silky hair Raiponce in my fingers as I stair into the most intriguing blue eyes
It was something no one but me could witness
My angel

Perfection was the only word to describe her
Nothing about her had a fault
From her thin body to rose rose lips
I some times wondered what they would taste of
What would they be like, pressed to mine in a way only she could
We could stay together for hours
In each others arms
A thin embrace, softer than the silence surrounding us
But strong enough not to be broken

I'd brush my fingers along her lips and she would smile
I would feel myself been lulled to sleep par the soft motion and her mellow cœur, coeur beat
A cœur, coeur beat in time with my own
Something speaking over a thousand words
With nothing plus than a gentle thump thump

My Angel toi are perfect
I cannot see anything plus beautiful then you
My dreams are whole with toi In them and as toi whisper my name
I can feel myself falling into the safety of your arms

My Angel toi may not mean anything to others but to me
toi are my whole world
And as we sit here sharing soft chaste kisses, I wonder,
My angel
Are toi mine to keep?

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Chadwick Prep

posted by alicia386

Chadwick Prep

September 1: Kenya Welts
   "Good Morning Chadwick Cheetahs!" I chimed. "This is your host, Kenya Welts celebrating with toi on this fab Friday. One plus week until Fall Formal which starts at 5:30 so don't be late." I paused as the theme song came on. It lasted a good 30 secondes so I had time to review my lines.
   It was a pleasant feeling to have everyone watching me every morning giving them their needed news update. It made me plus populaire which is hard to believe since I'm already so popular.
   "Today's news starts with Kelly telling toi the weather for this week,...

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The Flame of Memory

posted by hgfan5602

I will remember toi always.
Will toi remember me?
That is a question for toi to answer,
And not me.

I promise
That I will always
Keep the flame of memory alive.
The fun that we had will never
Be forgotten.

Even on foggy evenings,
The darkest of nights,
toi will always be in my heart.
For I know that toi will help me
Keep the flame of memory blazing
Always.

All the good times that we had,
All the fun that we had,
All the tears that we let out,
All the anger we let out
Will never be wasted.
Because every minute of it
Is in my heart.

I will tend to the fire
Every night,
Recollecting all the memories we have
Knowing that the flame of memory
Is the brightest flame of all
And it will blaze on.

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We Go Our Separate Ways

posted by hgfan5602

It is sad how we must leave each other,
But it is something we must do in life,
So accept the fact that we do,
And leave now.

We go our separate ways in life,
Towards our careers that we prefer.
Although we must leave each other
We still have each other's memories
Tucked safely in our heart.

We leave
But we make new friends
The leaving might break our hearts
We understand that it is something
We must do.

It is something we do
To grow in life
To build character.
We go our separate ways in life
Though sad,
However helpful.

Best of the Thrills: Chapter One

posted by hgfan5602

Hi. My name is Jake Gartner, and right now, basically a huge mutant serpent is coming to avaler, hirondelle me whole, tear me to pieces of flesh, so I have no time to talk right now. Oh, um...you want to follow me? Sure, just accept that everyday will be the best of the thrills. Right now, we are not getting any help from the immortal world, so just know that we have a horrible system of magic right now, and we have an extremely low supply of weapons, thus, the chance that toi will get out of this mess is around eighty-six percent. (because of me, the master of war) Oh yeah, the serpent. Enough talk. (ROARS) Off to kill a mutant serpent!!! (stabs, deflects, cuts a gash in its head, dies) That's only our first one, trainee. Whatever your name is. suivant time, I invite toi to rejoindre with us on our battle. And it will be even plus life-consuming, if toi know what that means.

My seconde Shadow (dark short-story)

posted by msbass

Well..I guess I am not realy good at écriture stories..but I l’amour doing it so I guess I can post one short story here~~~
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I knew nightmares pretty well. Those sick, little, messed-up dreams, which toi can never forget. No matter how much toi try they stuck in your head unwilling to set toi free. But I guess, I'm used to that. I had nightmares since I was a little child and some of them plus than once. After I reached the age of seven they became my seconde shadow. It was like I had an alter-ego. I became so intoverted that in the end people were afraid to touch...

1) Missing

posted by morganaforever

This is the first chapter of I Won't Let Him Keep us Here. Enjoy

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Missing.

The word was whirling around Carla’s head, making it ache, making the room spin.
“They’ll find her, I promise.”
“Really? Would toi mind using your newfound physic powers to tell me where the hell she is, then?” snapped Carla, shrugging her sister’s comforting arm from her shoulders.
Carla hadn’t meant to snap like that, but Sophie was so naïve. Maybe she believed everything...

Life on the Fast Lane: Chapter 1

posted by hgfan5602

I woke up. The director came in and yelled at me to get out of bed. I sighed. I knew, this was, another jour in showbiz. Showbiz was, at first, a very interesting and exciting activity to take on. It was much plus serious than I thought it would be, and a lot less fun. I was Syria, the main protagonist in the story. My real name is Stace, for those of toi who don't know. I could be a trouble-maker in the play, but I couldn't be rambunctious and cause trouble for the crew.
People confused me most of the time. Especially adults. I could be trouble-making in the play, but I couldn't be rambunctious...

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The Holy Robbery (oneshot)

posted by thetscfan121

Please comment, I need the comments, writers feed themselves from comments, so if toi don't want to kill me of starvation, please comment.

Lots of bad things happen these days. War, violence, corruption, people confusing SFX for SEX, drugs, death, car accidents, etc,etc,etc. Peter knew of them and a dit that populaire line in puertorrican youth language, "ME IMPORTA UN BICHO!!!" Literally translated, "I care a dick." That's the way things are and that's the way I tell you. Well, Peter had one point against him: he was a catholic. Confirmed, conbined and sealed in paper, he was supposed to be the...

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The True Hunger Games

posted by Hades223

CHAPTER 1

The claustrophobia had finally set in. In this incredibaly long elevator ride to the arena where I was to battle to the death with 23 other kids, fear's cold grip latched onto my heart. Then nervousness had crept its way into my nerves, making me tingly and numb. Now finally, after spending 15 minutes in this freakin' tube, claustrophobia had clotted my mind. With all three fighting for control over me, I was curled in a ball on the floor. Some impressive tribute I turned out to be.
My name is Grazio. No last name. In fact, no last names will be uttered in this entire story, so get...

Pieter McChink

posted by anbonie

“Nice performance!”
“Thank you, butler!”
Servant smile to Pieter and opens the door of red Ferrari. While driving no one used to speak, until Pieter say something to his butler and bodyguard:
“Did toi hear when my voice trembled? I think that was 14th song.”
“No, Sir…”
“When my father isn’t near, please call me Pieter”
“Yes, Si… I mean Pieter”
They arrived to McChink’s mansion. Servant turned engine off and ran on other site of car to open Pieter’s door, but he was too late. “I’m sorry, Sir…” a dit butler. Pieter sent him angry look: “I can open the door!...

Loved And Lost [Short Story]

posted by para-scence

I'm never good enough for anyone. I'm always in someone's way. My mother, who had me at sixteen, always complains that I ruined her life. My father left before I was born. I never had any real friends; they all a dit I was too weird, ou I'm such a loser. My teachers hated me, because I could never get good grades. I could never do anything right. All my life, I've been annoying, stupid, worthless, and a waste of space. But they never even gave me a reason, so I couldn't even fix the problem. Am I too ugly? I know I'm less than average looking. My blond hair is a pretty dull color, and I never...

Fiction citations

posted by IloveMyLord

Fiction reveals truth that reality obscures.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
Truth is stranger than fiction, but it is because Fiction is obliged to stick to possibilities; Truth isn't.
Mark Twain
Fiction is the truth inside the lie.
Stephen King
For truth is always strange; stranger than fiction.
Lord Byron
Fiction is like a spider's web, attached ever so slightly perhaps, but still attached to life at all four corners. Often the attachment is scarcely perceptible.
Virginia Woolf
Fiction is not imagination. It is what anticipates imagination par giving it the form of reality. This is quite opposite to our...

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Edward POV: Coming Back to Bella

posted by kingdaka44

I had no sense of time passing as I stared at the wall. I couldn't move, couldn't relax the tight ball that my body was curled into. I tried to think of how long I had stayed in this position. I guessed it had been about two months. It had been two months since I last went hunting. I had gone alone, and when I had come back I had collapsed on the floor, unable to move. I wondered vaguely why I didn't feel thirsty. Then I dismissed the thought, for I couldn't feel anything anymore. I just felt numb all over, except in the one place where I would have welcomed the numbness: my mind.
I could...

2

Darkness - a poem par Lord Byron

posted by darkwave

I had a dream, which was not all a dream.
The bright sun was extinguish'd, and the stars
Did wander darkling in the eternal space,
Rayless, and pathless, and the icy earth
Swung blind and blackening in the moonless air;
Morn came, and went and came, and brought no day,
And men forgot their passions in the dread
Of this desolation; and all hearts
Were chill'd into a selfish prayer for light:
And they did live par watchfires - and the thrones,
The palaces of crowned kings, the huts,
The habitations of all things which dwell,
Were burnt for beacons; cities were consumed,
And men were gathered round...

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A Blood's Tale: Part 3

posted by DarkGirl23

Five years later, sixteen, and the experience of it still torments me.

I suffer sleepless nights in the dark, waking up from the strangest nightmares known to man.
The site of the body still clings to me like the stench of misery. It makes me wonder, all through this time, what actually keeps the average human going?

All we are is dead in the end anyways.
I mean, It’s not exactly like people get the opportunity to really DO something with their lives anymore. Like, for example, something heroic: slaying a dragon, assassinating the one who desires to kill and rule with tyranny, ou maybe be the...

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The 7th Grade Guide: A True Story and Guide on How to Survive 7th grade-Part 2

posted by Poppygirl9904

Hey guys sorry that i haven't added a new entry for this in like 7 months, i have been really busy with school, homework, tests, etc. if your interested please let me know because then i will just try to recap everything that has happened very often. so read on, fav please it would mean a lot! thanks now on with the story

One the first jour of school i still couldnt believe that Brent was on my team, that meant he'd be in a lot of my classes.On the jour back i wore a pretty new red and black stripe haut, retour au début with a attached cover thing, but the chemise had a beautiful dentelle back with black jeans. When...

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blood stained cœur, coeur

posted by meganhartxo

i suddenly felt a sharp pain from my chest before i knew it i had fallen to the ground not knowing wat had happen to me i struggled to get up i lifted my head and was shocked to see my own mother standing before me and a sharp cuisine couteau that i had once used griped in mothers hand i was shocked i tryed to say something but couldnt i was in to much pain but i couldnt believe it the mother that gave birth to me, raise me and that i loved dearly had done this to me i suddenly felt cold and fell back to the ground i layed there watching my mother staring at me in discust i felt a pain in my...

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Arrowbound- Chapter 1

posted by Skitty_Love

Heather. Illustration(c)PhoenixRoyale

It was a cool Autumn, just like any other. It relaxes me, feeling the cold press up against my face. My elder sister, Allisyn loved this time of year, because that was the time of the Archer's Tournament. I never really cared, even if she asks me to support her. It was such a dull & tedious event. I've always thought that it was lame, even when I was little. Not exactly my cup of tea.
"Honey, do toi think toi might feel like going to your sister's Tournament this year? I don't see why toi never want to go, toi could learn a thing ou two from her, if toi decide to learn how to handle a bow...

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Forbidden l’amour (CHAP. 7)

posted by DxCFan123

MONTH 12, DECEMBER 28, THE jour SADAO IS TO DIE
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I ran away before Sadao woke up, taking my scythe with me. I was to be away from him all day, anyways. I walked around the town, looking for something to do until 1:10.

I really don't understand why I had to spy on him, he dies either way.

I just jumped around from rooftop to rooftop, watching aléatoire people on the street. I ended up doing this until noon, which is when I decided to follow Sadao. He did things that a regular person would do, went to the bank, bought some groceries, went out to eat, etcetera, etcetera, etcetera....

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Forbidden l’amour (CHAP. 6)

posted by DxCFan123

This chapter and the suivant will be very quick, for I am probably going to quit Fanpop, there's not enough things for me to do here.
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MONTH 12, 3 WEEKS UNTIL SADAO IS TO DIE
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Kat's POV
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Before I went to sleep, I checked my soul book. It read

SADAO MEIWAKU
AGE: 17
TIME OF DEATH: DECEMBER 28TH, 1:10 P.M.
TO BE KILLED BY: KURO NEKO
CAUSE OF DEATH: HIT par A BUS

Tears filled my eyes. I was to kill my l’amour in 3 weeks. I was going to murder him, and there was nothing I could do about it. It was against the shinigami rules...