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posted by EvanlovesAzula
 Carey Mulligan <3
Carey Mulligan <3
The Great Gatsby par F. Scott Fitzgerald.
If toi saw the movie, believe me toi need to read it for a real experience.

If toi haven't read it, make sure toi do before your time comes. If toi have, then toi know why I think it's the single greatest novel I've ever read. The symbolism and the colorful description Fitzgerald employs are like the writings of God..no joke.

For example:
"The wind had blown off, leaving a loud, bright night, with wings beating in the trees and a persistent organ sound as the full bellows of the earth blew the frogs full of life." (pg 20)

"The lights grow brighter as the earth lurches away from the sun, and now the orchestra is playing yellow cocktail music, and the opera of voices pitches a key higher. Laughter is easier minute par minute, spilled with prodigality, tipped out at a cheerful word. The groups change plus swiftly, swell with new arrivals, dissolve and form in the same breath; already there were wanderers, confident girls who weave here and there among the stouter and plus stable, become for a sharp, joyous moment the center of a group, and then, excited with triumph, glide on through the sea-change of faces and voices and color under the constantly changing light. (pg. 21)

That's just the small taste, toi guys really got to read this. And if you're a raging romantic like me, this is definitely a novel for you. It's an oddly tragic spin on a lifestyle that seems to be anything but tragic, beautifully written and always good every time toi read it.

If toi don't like really frothy romantic stuff, though, toi can still enjoy the excellent écriture and the interesting plot dynamic. :)

Btw, I suffer from a raging crush on Carey Mulligan after seeing the film XD....

;) Read it!
posted by BellaSwan636
Serena

Tia had told me that he obviously liked black, so she'd chosen the scary licou, halter haut, retour au début and skinny jeans with black peep-toed heels. Tia had gone overboard. I looked like a freaking goth.

I thought I was dressed way out of my league, but Tia a dit I wasn't. It was difficult to believe her.

Still, I dropped a plate when I was in the cuisine on Saturday evening when he knocked on the door. I almost twisted my ankle in my hurry to open the door. I threw it open, and I almost cried in relief when it was him and I hadn't almost injured myself for nothing.

He looked stunned when he saw what I was...
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posted by whitelion
your smile, your eyes, your voice
as if toi gave me a choice
everything about toi i loved
all other feelings aside i shoved

on your every word i hung
and even among
a crowd, only toi i see
nowhere else i would rather be

these feelings for you, that are kept inside
i can no longer hide
everything about toi i admire
toi are all i desire

so kind, so sweet, so passionate
everytime our eyes met
my cœur, coeur would race
while looking at your smiling face

full of buety, life, and joy
with my emotions toi play like a toy
like a wild beast, my emotions cannot be tame
and i don't even know your name
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added by sideshowbobbart
Calling all writers!
Are toi an artist with your words? Do toi like to write? I know I do. "So toi Think toi Can Write" is a contest for people who would answer the same as me.

Basic Rules & Guidelines
1. Your entry MUST be soumis to this spot as an article. If it is entered in any other section it will NOT be accepted.

2. Your entry MUST be original/written par you. If anybody helped you, please credit them.

3. Your entry must be properly key-worded and titled.
a. A proper title: "[username here]'s SYTYCW Entry - [season and year] - [category/type of literature]"
ex. If I entered a poem,...
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If someone told you...
Life's like a rollercoaster,
Don't waste the ride.
Live it up all the way,
because today's your last day
What would toi do?

Would toi cry a little, scream a little, think it's all pretend.
ou go into silence until the very end...
Would toi l’amour the ones toi hate the most ou be the person toi hide?
Would toi pretend that you're ok but really scream inside?

Would toi try and keep the sun from setting as your last jour ends?
Knowing you'll never see it rise...
Tomorrow I'll be somewhere else toi say as toi close your eyes.
posted by Cinders
Exercise: Sleep Deprivation: 4:00AM Tuesday October 7, 2008*

The black spiders of mania are crawling over my brain, searching for a plump place to sink their pincers into. It’s been four days. I haven’t left the house for anything, not even a tuna sandwich. The l’espace in my lit is empty, indented, as if something used to rest there, but I’m beginning to forget plus and plus what that may have been. Maybe it was a coffin, its contents shaken, risen, defeated, dazed, meandering around with its arms stretched out and a dull expression on its face as it mutters something indecipherable that...
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posted by t_direction
So, this is a kind of short story that I wrote one evening when I was just bored out of my mind. Please tell your opinion, feel free to criticize, it is much appreciated =)
Thanks ^_^



The voices buzzed inside my head, making me feel dizzy. I couldn't help but hold onto the lit post for support. In a state of exhaustion, I collapsed on the lit with a sigh. The voices never let me sleep. They were like many people were talking all at once, screaming all at once.

Madness, rage, worry, sadness were the emotions that those voices gave off. I couldn't understand a word of what the people were saying,...
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posted by madening_mahem
who am I ?
what can I do?
I'm self-centered, self-induldged, self-absorbed, hateful, short-tepered, implusive, in a complete state of denial, confused and lonely, yet I don't try to think.
a creature of the night
a princess of darkness
I long for light
colors
but all is midnight
and my only companions are the moon and the darkness
thought it comforts me when no one can
I wish to be out of darkness for once
to be clear, understood, unquestioned, and loved.
but who am I to ask for this?
who am I to want this?
is that what makes me human?
why?
all I want to know is why?
posted by Fyrwenn
Change

The way I feel has changed
When we met I was a fool, thought
You weren’t gonna treat me like a tool
I tell myself that I care ‘bout you
But deep inside I know we’re through.

Change is never easy
But what am I supposed to do?
I can’t sit around, cry and wait for you,


I guess we were too naive
Believing it would work
Why didn’t I see,
that toi were such a jerk?


Change is never easy
But what am I supposed to do?
I can’t sit around, cry and wait for you

In the future we might get another chance
Maybe, it was just a short romance
Then what I’m feeling is really wrong
I felt I had to write this...
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Swing, Batter, Batter, Swing!
Putting my weight on my right foot, the foot closest to the catcher. Leaning back re-gripping my bat. I watched as that black haired pitcher powered up her pitch, rocking back and forth on her heals, taking in her gant now to her side and starting the wind-up. 'This is it,' I thought to myself, now taking the best grip on my bat, 2 balls and 2 strikes have passed par this plate and I am not letting this pitcher strike me out, ou walk me! I got ready the ball was realeased, and I heard the 'ump' say "Ball Outside".
I stepped out of the batters box, and took a couple...
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