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posted by harold
Abel finally made it to the coast just before sundown. par the time he'd used the restroom and grabbed a bite to eat at the local burger joint, the dusk was so dark that stars were already pricking the night sky.

Cece had a dit she'd meet him at the beach, and he hoped he wasn't too late; she'd sounded excited on the phone, which he'd interpreted as eagerness. Ditching work at the first opportunity, Abel had jumped in his car and started driving. Frustrated at not finding her, Abel chided himself for his idiotic rush to meet his ex-girlfriend as he redialed her number...no response, not even voicemail. Getting chilly, he wished he'd brought a veste as he walked along the edge of the surf. It was getting dark quickly, the crowds leaving for clubs, but as he walked he noticed a faint glimmering on the whitecaps, a ghostly luminescence that kept drawing his eye.

Just then, Abel thought he heard the footsteps of someone in the wet sand close behind him, but when he turned, there was no one. Kneeling on the sand, it looked almost as if there were a seconde set of footprints in the sand, but then a wave came and swallowed them as if they'd never been.

"My love..." Cece's voice called to him, as if from a great distance, "Abel, darling, come to me!" Needing no further encouragement, Abel followed her voice down the strand to the boardwalk. Of course she would try to play a trick on him, Abel thought, relieved; Cece loved to play games like that. Quickly he hurried, cursing the soft sucking sand that clung to his shoes and slowed down his headlong rush to meet his lover. Reaching the lights and bustle of the boardwalk at last, Abel saw no sight of Cece. Softly the sighing call was repeated: "My love, my darling, come to me!" Turning in that direction, Abel descended the steps to the cavernous l’espace amongst the pilings, the darkness absolute after the bright lights of the attractions above. Under the boardwalk, he could hear something dripping nearby. Voices greeted him: "My love! You've come at last!" "My darling - we've been waiting so long!"
What happened in the darkness was unclear, unseen, but soon the voices resumed their calls "Come to me...Come to me!".
One of Scotland's most active centenarians,Lady Morton,has been a driver for nearly 80 years,although she has never taken a driving test.But last week she had her first ever accident-she hit a traffic island when she took her new car for a drive in Edinburgh.

Lady Morton,who celebrated her 100th birthday in July,was donné the Nissan Micra as a surprise present.Yesterday she talked about the accident.'I wasn't going fast,but I hit a traffic island.I couldn't see it,because it had no lights,which I think is ridiculous.But I am all right and luckily my car wasn't badly damaged.'

In spite of the...
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Kaleb explains how to write a book
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"Hello." "Hey long time no talk." "Yea, no, kidding." "Why, do toi call today?' "Well, toi know I just need help finding my best friend." "Don't worry sweetie toi found him. He miss toi tons." "Really, I wish he knew how much I miss him." "Sweetie, he does. Just remember to smile for him for he smiles for you." "I smile everyday because I know he care about me. Does he want to hear my new poem?" "He always wants to hear your sweet writing."

I have been very lonely since my best friend left me here, in this grove of trees. The herbe has turned brown and the gravel road is now mud. We no longer...
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posted by cullens-rule
the crystal night
Chapter 3 the meeting

I woke the suivant morning feeling dreadful I had a headache and I was still exhausted even though I had slept in.
I got up and headed for the bathroom to find it locked so went back to my room and changed into my light blue fleas and jeans, I opened the curtains and the window, I gazed out to the forest feeling empty hoping he would be their and as I thought he was nowhere is sight, I herd the lock relies on the bathroom and grabbed a towel.
Once I had finished drying and brushing my heir I took the towel downstairs and put it in the wash pile mum came into...
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How To Create A 12 Sequence Screenplay Outline and Why It Works par Gary Goldstein via FilmCourage.com.
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posted by hgfan5602
I don't believe you.
I really don't
After all these years
This is what toi give me?

Why did toi break up with me?
I don't understand.
toi were so close with me
And then that tech freak came by
And toi left me.
toi abandoned me.

Why did toi dump me?
Such a close friend of mine.
Laughing with me all these years
Crying with me.
Now, toi leave me.

Why?
I don't understand anything that happened.
Why can't happy things happen
In this world?
Why do things have to be so sad?

I can't accept that it happened.
Because I am still a close friend
Of yours
But I can't accept the facts.
I just can't.
The girl steps back and looks away for a moment.
    “I apologize, my name is Amelia. What are toi called?”
    Re-boot. “My name is Zero.”
    “Zero, will toi rejoindre me in the battle against Ragnarok?”
    I hesitate. Ragnarok? Could this really be the end of days? These creatures, I know they’re powerful, but are they really capable of destroying everything? Hehehe, well, at least I won’t be bored fighting them. I straighten my back and say: “Yes, I will rejoindre toi in preventing the end.”
                        /////...
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I never thought it could possible happen to us here in Salem, a boring town in New England; but it did and the consequences from the action executed were fatal.

My senior year, I had high hopes. It was going to be the best an of high school. I wasn’t going to deal with crazy obsessive drama I usually dealt with every year; I was going to have fun, party, celebrate my last an of high school; then on to collage.
My best friend Nick and I were going to go to Chester Collage together. Sure we hadn’t been accepted in yet and we hadn’t sent in our applications, but it was our senior year,...
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posted by Lore_Master
Laying there stareing at the ceilling with the smell of bacon engulfing his nostrels he kept trying to figure out
where he had smelled it before, the hero scratched his nose as he looked over at the door seeing if the women was
still there... she wasn't, "Ah now is my chance." snickered the hero working his way to his feet, surpriseingly it
wasn't hard getting to his feet, he creeped to the cuisine door pearing in to see if anyone was around, he scanned
the cuisine searching for the mouth watering smell. He danced lightly across the cuisine floor with a big grin on
his face seeing the bacon...
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posted by StarGirl1721
When toi hope,
toi expect and wish,
toi have a feeling for wanting,
Your desires to be filled,
toi don’t want them killed,
Hope makes toi stronger,

We live to hope,
Hope is what keeps us going,

Keep it sealed,
Let it be healed,
Like it’s your shield,
Sometimes it’s your battle field,

Keep hope close to toi in life,
Sometimes toi need to rethink twice,
For hope is unstable,
It comes and goes,

Hope is a special gift,
Not everyone knows,
If they do, they don’t bother to show,


Some of us want to lose hope,
Some of us want to regain hope,

Some think it’s a useless tool,
Yet they’re the ones blind,
Who won’t come to mind?

toi and I, we all need hope,
No matter how far we seem from it,
It will find us one day,
For hope will come to us,

Wish and desire toi cœur, coeur out,
Keep in mind,
Don’t back away;
toi know what toi want,


Keep hoping till the END……
Chapter 4

The Beginning of Mission


Jason was in a strange little futuristic town. It was dark at night, there were odd blue lights glowing all around him, and there were barely any buildings. As he walked he heard a voice. It was slightly squeaky, the sound echoed. Although, when Jason made a sound, the same volume and pitch, there was no echo. (Just a plain voice.) Strange, Jason thought. Something strange is going on, and I know it, eagerly thought Jason. Jason heard the same squeaky sound again. Now from all directions, Jason could hear the voice. He attempted facing a different direction....
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posted by greenstergirl
 if this girl was wearing modern clothing do u think she would suit Janie better than my drawing? (No duh!!)
if this girl was wearing modern clothing do u think she would suit Janie better than my drawing? (No duh!!)
Danny:

I grabbed my rose and green duffel bag off the wooden shelf beside my green bed.

I was inside the earth elemental arbre house where all the earth elementals sleep if they are staying in the BOES over night. Marcus, Brenna, and I were supposed to be sleeping but we all weren't. We were running out to go find Janie. We weren't supposed to leave.

After pulling on skinny jeans and a green Nike chemise I was ready. I woke up Marcus after I had pulled on my brown Converse and jacket.

"wha....what is it Danny?" He asked impatiently while rubbing his eyes. I ruffled his black hair.

"Get up meat head...
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posted by HarryPLover
Friends Are Forever,so I thought.
All those pictures that I bought,now torn apart along with my broken heart.

I miss those hugs and laughs we use to share,because now they act like they don't care.

Now all we do is fight.
I wish God would give us some light,give me a solution to solve all this tension.

Friends don't back stab you.
Friends don't talk behind your back ou be pissed off at toi when they feel like it.

Nobody seems to care anymore.
Now girls are turning into whores.
All I know is that now we are all Friends for never.
When we need to go back to being Friends FOREVER!
How To Make Readers Care About The Stories toi Write - Alan Watt [Founder of L.A. Writers' Lab] via FilmCourage.com.
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What It Really Means To Write For Money - Andy Guerdat via FilmCourage.com.
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posted by ZekiYuro
OK,now the painting we are looking at now is par the French painter Toulouse-Lautrec.
The painting is called At The Moulin Rouge.As toi probably know The Moulin Rouge is a nightclub in Paris.Maybe some of toi remember the film Moulin Rouge?In the 19th century,the nightclub was very famous for its beautiful dancers and singers.
Toulouse-Lautrec did a lot of paintings and posters of the Moulin Rouge.He especially loved painting the dancers.And in these paintings he sometimes included his Friends too.
In the middle of the picture there are 5 people who are sitting at a table, tableau having a drink.The woman...
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Why Script Testing Is Essential For Screenwriters par Corey Mandell via FilmCourage.com.
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