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When I was ten years old and i was playing b-ball and i broke my foot so we waited till the suivant day,my grama tok me cuz my mom and dad had to work,so we went and got the cast.
Then my grama&me went to a store it was right suivant to wal-mart and we walked around then i had to go to the bath room,the store had no bath room,so i told my grama and she still had to pay for her stuff so she a dit just go,so i walked in my bran-new crutches never used them before.
when i walked in the store i tripped on the stupid wal-mart rugg,i could not get up and i new my grama was not going to be here for like ever,it hurt really bad and i kept trying to get up,Here iam a little ten an old crying, tripped on her way in and people JUST WALKED on par like no one was there,i was still crying when a really tiny old lady,i mean small,came over to me and helped me up and she asked if i was ok and every thing i a dit ya but can toi beleave the only one who helped me was a lady who looked like she was going to fall down with me.

I never fell again in my crutches!!thank goodness!!



Funny

Ok when i was 7 year's old my papa(grandpa)had a field of cars and there was tons me and my cuz would go in look inside them, sometimes in are bare feet and thats not good in a field of cars where glass has broke and lots of little things So...
One jour my 14 an old aunt was babysitting and me and my cuz went out side and played race's in the cars and messed around mudd fights then as we were walking to the house we where wearing no shoes and i stepped on a big piece of glass i screamed so loud my aunt came running out telling"what's wrong,whats wrong?"
i fell back when i stepped on the glass so i just lifted up my foot and when i seen blood running down it i screamed even louder she ran to the house and got the 'TP and canard tape'
so it would stop the bleeding she carried me to the house and laid me on the canapé and i fell asleep....
Later i felt some one touching my foot cutting the canard tape off and then my mom and dad seen it and my dad a dit "oh,thats not bad" then i sat up and it opened and my dad gaged,it started to bleed again(it was a inch deep and an inch up and down)so thay took me in (i was a small little girl)and when we got to the hosptil they gave me nothing to stop the hurting just went strait to stich's i was crying and yelling
my mom and dad could not hold me down and then they got plus nurse's to help...so i got 8 people holding me down including the doc. AND i still got my foot loose and kicked the doc. in the mouth!!lol
i was a very small and strong 7 an old kid!!when we got out my dad laughed!!


lol,i l’amour this story!!!(me and my cuz were sad becuz for a week we could not go into the field)
hoped toi like my story's!!
‘You shouldn't have shot the dog.’ That single thought reverberated inside my head, knocking from side to side, smashing at the sides of my skull until I had to put my hands to my temples in a futile attempt to stop the pain. The man sitting suivant to me took a swig of his whiskey, the glass bottle knocking against his yellowed and rotten teeth. His other hand held onto the steering wheel, maneuvering the car down the winding and deserted stretch of highway. I leaned my head against the cool glass of the passenger side window, willing my head to stop pounding. From the radio, the soft strains...
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 The Writer Behind the Words
The Writer Behind the Words
Luck has little to do with link. A long lasting écriture career doesn’t just happen. A writer can burst onto the scene and quickly disappear. Another can have a series of hits then write a bunch of flops and never be heard from again. The difference between a long lasting career and one that burns out is strategy. Here are seven rules to help toi find the right strategy for toi and get toi started on your journey to long lasting success.

Learn the power of focus. For most of us, we have plus than enough to do on a daily basis. And when it comes to any écriture project the liste can grow exponentially-...
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The fragrance of scotch pine and blue épicéa, épinette is pungent in the air, amplified par the heat of late June. ou so toi think it is June. This place feels oddly void of time. toi open your eyes to see a sun hazed over par stratus clouds. From all angles toi spy familiar wooden structures.
You are back.

You sit up with your legs tucked under your bottom and bask in the estival air and all of the scents that waft within it. toi furrow your brows, thinking that it is not as clean as before. Even so, the place hums with earthy energy. A stronger gust of wind picks up the hem of your chemise and flutters...
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toi wake up under a shady willow with a vague semblance of what toi had dreamt.
You have dozed off again. And no wonder, there is a good book in your lap and your favori songs are still crackling through your earbuds. toi ought to replace them, they are going bad. toi pull them out and decide to listen to nature’s musique instead. The soft gurgle of the pond coupled with catkins rustling against each other has always been your favori blend of sounds. Every now and again your ear is filled with the nearly undetectable buzz of a cicada humming past. toi aren’t quite sure, but toi think that...
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posted by Epismatic
The Man With No Eyes Collection (3): Mask




When the curtain rises, all is forgiven.

I’ll brush it all off with a movie-star smile,

A genuine laugh, but my eyes must be hidden,

The truth they contain is considered too vile.

My voice is a song that will play through your ears,

And invite toi to dance to the sound of my tune,

I take a bow, deeply, and drink in your cheers,

I’ll always remain here,

You’ll come see me soon.

A new jour is dawning,

“Quick, put on your mask!”

And hurry outside, meet the crowd.

“Where’ve toi been?”

With fanciful réponses to all that toi ask,

I’ll always wait here for...
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posted by WritingBookWorm
So, one of my New’s Years Resolutions this an it to write more. So, I decided to make this:

The goal is to write something every day.

Starting on the 31st of January, every jour there is a vague word, idea, object, question, statement ou anything. toi can take it anyway toi want.

Then each jour toi should write what it tells toi too ou something inspired par it. Whether it be a poem, a small scene, a character description, journal entry, short story ou even just one really well crafted sentence.

Even if the prompt confuses you, ou toi have no ideas just write something! It’s a great exercise...
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This guide was inspired par a question recently posté par link on this spot. The user was looking for ways to put a twist on fairytales. I began to write an answer, but my answer soon developed into an article. So here it is.

Note that these aren't specifically for fairytales; they can be used on any old, well-known stories. After listing some ideas on how toi can put a twist on such stories, I'll give a few examples of films that have done used one ou plus of these ideas.

1. Swap the genders of the traditional characters.
Do any of the characters behave especially "typical" for their gender?...
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posted by floraisbest1
Ms. Farogonda asked for the winx to come down to her office. when the winx reached ms. farogonda's office she told them that diana wants to speak wth one of you. she didnt tell me who but she told me to pick two extras. ms. farogonda can i go, bloom asked her. flora will be going along with musa and aisha ms farogonda told them. hmph bloom pouted, can we at least go with them bloom a dit quikly. fine all of toi girls can go and im bringing the specialist. ok stella a dit in a sing song voice. lets go a dit the winx. they met the RF boys outside and went in the owl. winx: WINX BELIEVIX
AT THE amazone, amazon
flora: let's get going
aisha: see ya winx
bloom: meet back here in an heure k
ok bloom musa said
( diana appears in front of them)
GUARDS take them away
what??!
(to be continued)
posted by LunaNotLoony
Anna flicked the T.V from channel to channel, bored: there was nothing worth watching. Sighing, she left the news on and flopped back on the sofa, not really intending to listen.
'The war in Iraq-.'
'Oh no, toi don't,' Anna muttered, grabbing the remote. Her Dad had joined the army after her Mum had died of an overdose. Anna didn't really blame him, she'd have got out of the house as fast as possible too if she was an adult. The whole house was contaminated with the memories of Mum, of her laugh, of her accident... suicide... whatever it was. Even so, Anna missed Dad like it was painful. She'd...
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posted by Ichigo127
An Amuto one-shot
hope toi enjoy!

‘You know, Amu…,’ he was sitting there again, on the ledge of the window, staring wistfully outside. ‘All of them think you’re gone. But I know better. toi are alive, I know it. Somewhere out there, you’re thinking about me too, aren’t you?’
He was talking again, talking to the moon. ‘You’ll never admit it but toi have already fallen for me,’ he smirked at the moon. No, not the moon. It was Amu’s blushing face that he saw and it was her voice that he heard, ‘Shut up!’ he didn’t know it was the echo of his memories because he thought...
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A shadowy figure silently brushed the silken curtains aside as she slipped through the open window and stepped into the dark chamber. Passing a small table, tableau and a bed, the renard quickly headed towards a cabinet that stood against the far wall.
Beaded necklaces hung above a oval mirror that was set in the center. Her eyes rested on a miniature strongbox half hidden behind the mirror.
Paying no heed to the deafening clatter coming from the oblivious guest downstairs, she skillfully picked the tiny lock and raised the lid. It was hard to tell what was what in the darkness, so she emptied it into...
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posted by Ichigo127
Yo! this is the first poem i wrote with a sane mind xD do tell me if toi like it =)

Tears,
a combination of helplessness and anger,
a combination of joy and gratitude.
what different meanings it holds!
sometimes of love,
sometimes of hate.
with what different feelings we cry!
but those tears are the same.
they dwell inside the eye,
ready to attack,
the peace of our heart.
to flood the face,
with undoubted l’amour and care,
with undoubted anger and hate,
with undoubted pain and despair.
pain? yes, and despair too!
the breakdown of our heart,
the dawn of the truth,
leading to flood the face,
with our sentiments undoubted.
Act like you're not
okay when toi are and
that toi are when you're
not. Run barefoot in
the snow. Stand out
in the rain for an hour
and think about anything
and everything toi can.

Fall in l’amour with
riddles and things that
aren't real and the
way some stars
shine. Cry when
you realize that life is
just one big sham and write
one hundred cliché poems
about it, and then write one
that toi actually mean.

Use profanity. Be the
one fucking introvert
in a room full of
extroverts and scream
shit just for the fun of
it. avaler, hirondelle every goddamn
metaphor toi ever dreamed
of and write them down
with your own blood.

Eulogize...
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Hi Everyone!
I've been working on a book for a while now. Im not gona post all of it at the same time, but I Will post the Prologue. Please tell me what toi think! I invite constructive criticism to make it better! THX!


Prologue
    “Tanya! I don’t understand what’s so different about this kid! He’s done nothing to make me see him as special!” Tanya glowered at her obnoxious boyfriend. “Don’t toi see?” She a dit icily, “He isn’t like us!” Virgil and Tanya looked at there new child. He wiggled around in his lit de bébé and giggled happily. The child crabbed...
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What do toi want from me?
A tortured body?
A broken soul?

What do toi expect to happen?
As toi kick me down
As toi rip me apart

Tell Me!!!!!!!!!!

What do toi want to happen?
As I close my eyes
And take my last breath

I a dit I would stay
Till I took my last moment
But now I'm leaving
A victim no more

I lived with your love
The l’amour toi showed with your fist
I died because of that love
Your l’amour was only Hate

Now someone else will take my place
Will live with your kind of love
Now someone else will receive your lies
Will know your treachery

What did I expect?
That you'd change?
That you'd learn to love?

What did I ever...
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One afternoon, Sapphire sat in her room, on her bed, quietly rêverie with her headphones in. Her eyes were glazed over, and she was in her own magical world.
Sapphire entered the sparkling cave in the middle of the forest. Her blue dress was tattered, and her misty rose fairy wings were damp from the moist, warm air. But she was feeling fine.
Sapphire took a few steps into the sparkling cave. It was made entirely of ice and crystal. Trickling water could be heard as miniature streams fell continuously from the ceiling. Icy stalagmites stood firmly in the cold crystal floor. Icicles hung from...
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posted by Attirox2
The air was still as if it were holding its breathe waiting for me as I approached the ledge. I could feel myself pushing back tears as I clutched the fragile locket in my hands; I traced its dainty designs with my finger. "So mom and dad are getting the divorce after all. I guess toi were right E. I don't know why I ever doubted toi about that one I mean it was obvious! I guess I tried to block it out like what happened......" I muttered looking up at the milky white moon. It seemed to look down at me with sympathetic beams of light. My hands gripped the marble ledge tighter. "Eliza it's been...
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posted by Rae-Ash
It’s the color of you
toi always wore it
It’s the color we shared
As we hid from them

With it we showed our true selves,
Though no one cared
Our orange book bags
Were our shields from some of the pain

We protected each other
But it wasn’t enough
We were like two orange crayons
When everyone else was green

Then toi left me alone,
All I had was our color orange
As they hit me
I took peace in knowing
toi were in the orange field in the sky
toi always a dit was there.

The orange of the sun set
Is your smile
Even though toi left too soon

Orange…

Now it’s my color
My way of remembering you
Now I am the lone orange in the rainbow
Without toi here

I protect my own
Though I wish toi were here

Now orange is my color
A color for your bravery
A color for my survival

orange will forever be our color
Even though death took toi away

Forever orange for you,
Sweet Cassidy.
Hello to the cold world, I was named Max Lee Moore par the parents who absolutely despise me. I am sixteen years old at the moment, will be turning seventeen on June 27th. But who gives a crud? toi know what I receive for my birthday every year? For how old I am, like sixteen. I get sixteen whips from a belt. My dad doesn't live with me anymore to whip me, so there's my mother. She gets a kick out of every whip. It seems to make her ecstatic. Each whip equals to one of her evil laughs. She whips me any chance she wants to. It pains me so much that I'm surprised I haven't committed suicide yet....
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posted by sheldor101
Violently, the ground shook,
As the mountain exhaled black smoke.
Overwhelmed, they ran for cover,
Those left began to choke.
Cherished, were the possessions left behind,
Melted and scattered as ash.
Beloved, the children lost,
They couldn’t make a rapide, swift dash.
Darkened, the cloudy heavens above,
Black clouds fell from the sky.
Covered, the people escaping,
With no way out they began to die.
Lost, the souls of the trapped,
A snatched half-chance at life.
Fallen is Pompeii;
Civilisation, l’amour and it’s people’s cries.