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posted by OneFoggyNight
(Please do note that these are poems I wrote in like two minutes so yeah they might not be that great...)



***You'll never be alone***



Even through the toughest times
Someone will always be there
If toi have Friends
You’ll never be solo
Even if it doesn’t go right
Even if toi think toi might die
If toi have friends
You’ll make it to the end
Even though it all seems to fade
Receding in the darkest night
Having friends
Makes it all go away
Times may be bad
Times may be good
But if toi have friends
You’ll never be alone
______________________________

***No Going Back***





Believe not this lie ive told
I am not who I’ve a dit I am
Everyday I live in this disloyalty
Hurting everyone, especially me
Covered up so much am I
par this useless lie that’s mine
That it is as though I had disappeared
Into my very own self
Dispite all the chances I had
To recover what has been lost
I was always blind
But now I see my own truths
The only thing Ive ever known
Has been the pain that must be killed
The only chance I knew to save myself
Was something that would kill me soon
The one thing that could numb my pain
Made it worse everyday
Death would montrer at my doorstep
Before I had the chance to really live
There’s no going back
No going back
To the jour that I began
To save me from what I am
There’s no plus escape
In what I once found paradise
All that is found is plus pain
Uncurable
toi may not hear my screams
But they are there in between
Loud enough that I hear them
To quiet to be noticed
_____________________________

***The Good Times***

Good times always last
Good times never fade
Good times last forever
Never escaping even the farthest grasp
Good times are always there
Each of us knows
Good times are what counts
Never hold it back
Good times for each of us
Has a different meaning
But the concept is the same
Live, Love, and Laugh
When we’re Lost within dark sarrow
All that must be done
Have a good time
And you’ll live to see the end
________________________________


***At The End Of The Day***


At the end of the day
Everyday
I feel toi looking at me
Watching out for me
Like I would do for you
And I know
I know
That it’s toi who stands there
It’s toi that I feel
And for once in my life
I know where I belong
And it’s in your mind
And in your arms, around me tight
We aren’t that far
From where we need to be
We’re almost there
In our private world
Amazing as it seems
There only seemed to be me
But now there’s you
Forever to be
___________________________
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posted by liviabutterfly
Chapter [#2]

Narrators POV

An old man in a manteau walked into the neighborhood in which Olivia lived. Everyone stared at him as he walked around.

Olivia's POV

I smiled brightly as I dived into the ocean, "wait up!!!" Oliver laughed as my five brothers ran after me with surfboards, buggy boards, buckets for picking up sea shells, and dad brought out our special maid sandcastle buckets. They were big and made the best structures ever!!! Plus our family is known for our sand castles/structures. I smiled and dived down, feeling the salty cold water against my skin, it's the best feeling ever. When...
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    I walked for so long, looking for something, not knowing what that someone thing actually was. The sky bleeding with an orange sunset as the sun moved ever so slowly below the horizon. I stopped in my tracks ans stared for a moment, than went back to searching for my mystery object. This was a great time to take in the woods which have always scared me. It wasn't bad walking through them. everything was orange from the ending of summer. It was like walking in those stories toi always hear about. Just then, a soft rustle in the bushes interrupted my thoughts. Not knowing...
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posted by BennieBear27
Chapter One

My alarm went off at 7:00 on the morning February 8th, 2017. I reluctantly sat up on the edge of my lit and yawned.

"Morning." I heard a voice say. My eyes were still closed.

"Luna?" I mumble. "That you?"

"Yep." I open my eyes to see Luna Middleton standing three feet diagonal from me.

I shared a room with her, her twin sister Kyla, and my brother Jacob. That's how everyone does here. toi live with your twin and your SIDA partner.

"So, sleepy head." she smirked. "You gonna get up ou what? If not, I'll eat your breakfast for you."

I don't reply and shake my head.

"Oh, come on!" Luna...
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Prologue
The wind was howling like loups in the night, and Will sat shivering in his post. The tourelle on which he sat overlooked a tall rock ledge that sloped into the ocean.
“Why do I get this bloody post.” he a dit to himself. The air was so cold up there that it sank right into your bones. Even though Will had dressed as warmly as he could with a thick woolen cloak, he could still feel the icy fingers creeping up his back. The feu in the brazier barely helped either.
“Nothing as always.” he a dit as he looked out to the edge of the sea. He had taken to talking to himself when he...
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1 being the best 10 the worst
These livres are great for summer lire I can honestly say that anyone that reads them will want to read them again.

10. Deacula par Bram Stoker
9. The Hobbit par Tolken
8. I'm the king of the château par Susan Hill
7. 1984 par George Orwell
6. The secret diary of Adrian môle, mole par Sue Townsend
5. Pride and prejudice par Jane Austine
4. Jane Eyre par charlotte Bronte
3. Lord of the Flies par William Golding
2. The curious incident of the dog in the nighttime par Mark Haddon
1 Rebecca par Daphne du Maurier
posted by ejenk1025
Chapter 2

I pull into the driveway of the cafe. I look into my rear view mirror. I look good. (Laugh) I get out of the car then fix my clothes. I'm ready. Just be yourself. Ok. I'm walking in. Don't fall. Don't fall .. He sees me. Just walk up to him.

"Hey."
"Hey. Glad toi could make it." a dit Lucas
"I'm glad toi could make it, too."
"Well. I work here so..." a dit Lucas
"You work here? Cool."
"Yeah. This is actually my mom's cafe. Let me introduce you." a dit Lucas
"Oh goody." I a dit nervously

Good impression. Good impression. Good impression.

"Mom, this is Brooke. Brooke, my mom." a dit Lucas
"Pleasure...
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posted by alicia386
Chapter Five

Mason met Olivia at his favori restaurant. It was a perfect jour for a dîner date. The sun was shinny, the clouds were extra white, and the herbe seemed greener then ever. If only she knew that this was a dîner date. He signed the last autograph for today as Olivia sat across from him at their round table. Her hair was curly and in a ponytail. Then she wore a red dress with a thick, black ceinture in the middle. His seconde impression of her was still the same, gorgeous. This rendez-vous amoureux, date was going pretty well but Cassidy dresses better. Mainly because Cassidy is rich but he didn't want to...
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posted by alicia386
Chapter Four

Olivia was extra busy today. Today was the first jour of the movie shoot for Hourglass. Before they could even start recording the movie, the would have to check up on everything. The wardrobe had to perfect. The scenes had to be accurately planned out. Then they had to make sure that all of the camera crew was positioned. Olivia wouldn't be able to receive the permits until tomorrow. So they couldn't start filming until then. She followed closely behind Mason as he did the daily check up.

Mason went straight towards wardrobe and the outfit choices. The outfit for Charlotte's arrival...
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Remembering is just an invention of the mind,
So toi need not try to remember something,
toi remember it automatically.
Which is the best thing that toi could have.

The good times that we had...
It is placed in a portion of your mind.
The bad times that we had...
It is placed in the other part of your mind.

toi try to forget all of the bad things that happened,
But it is not possible.
It is stuck in you.
The bad things are painted in ink on your heart.

The good things, toi try to remember.
And they stay.
They never go.
Never leave you.

Remembering is just an invention of the mind.
And, well...I guess I'm happy for that.
So I can remember every friend I've had,
Every boyfriend,
And all the good times.
Every memory will never leave my heart.
They will never be forsaken.
Never.
posted by Problematic129
*Poem I wrote for a class project on the holocaust.
DON'T COPY*
Different in ways they couldn't control
Killed for reasons we do not know
Ranging from ages young to old
The innocent people were taken from homes
Soulless people did not care
That the Jewish were in despair
Concentration camps ending their screams
Breaking apart their families
Not once did they do anything wrong
They opened their mouths and sang a sad song
Years went par and plus pain came
Until on one very special day
As one we all saved
The survivors of the Holocaust
Stan, the young donkey, was wandering sadly around the barn. He seemed hopeless and wounded and had no desire to speak to any of his fellow donkeys; even talking to his father was not appealing to him that exact moment. In fact, he was feeling ashamed of having a donkey father. He was ashamed of being a donkey altogether.
As the moon and stars scattered across the dark, blue sky, Stan decided he no longer to wander. He needed some solution, he needed reassurance, and only his grandfather seemed appropriate for that particular job.
Grandpa Roger was sleeping peacefully in the barn. He had become...
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Bane’s POV

I laid in the grass, watching the clouds. I was beginning to dose off, right before sleep took me, a body pounced on me. I groaned, and looked up. A shaggy haired boy was sitting on my chest, giggling. My best friend, Christian.
    “Get off!” I yelled rolling over. He slid off me.
    “Party pooper,” Christian stuck his tongue out at me. He was so childlike, but that was something I had always loved about him. That’s also why we got along so well. He was hyperactive and loud, while I was cynical and quite.
    I...
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posted by Hades223
CHAPTER 1


Jason Card sat at his bureau in his science classroom bored out of his mind. He hated science. It was his least favori subject. Mainly because it was the last subject of the jour and par that time Jason was usually ready to go home.
Mr. Form droned on and on about chemicals ou something. Jason didn’t listen. He just sat at his bureau and drew on some paper. He was a very good drawer.
Jason Card was a fourteen an old as of yesterday. His black messy hair never gave in to a brush which usually meant it was mangled and messy and went down to his ears. He was wearing a simple red t-shirt...
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posted by cullens-rule
Chapter 4 Tom

“it would be easier if toi knew, but I will try to explain, as well as I can, toi know my name is Tom but my seconde name is Cullen”
I interrupted him now
“Tom Cullen? Sounds old fashioned”
“It is, any way I’m just seventeen”
He looked away sheepishly like he was lying this made me curious would he really lie about his age.
“my real parents are dead now, they died of an illness I don’t really know much about them”
“I sorry that must be cœur, coeur braking”
He looked miserable he looked into my eyes and I could feel his pain, but he carried on
“I take after my father...
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posted by e2mma2weasle3
How to Add Emotion to a Story

1.    Understand mots-clés ou Key Phrases. Key Phrases are phrases in a story that triggers the waterworks. They are sentences that make people cry. Such as, a pet dies. toi could write, "Goodbye, Old friend." A Key Phrase could also be an action. Such as, there are two pets. One pet dies. The other pet tries to sleep with the other one par cuddling up to the dead body.

2.    Add a lot of relationship between the one who dies and another character, whether that is a human ou an animal.

3.    Add comedy to the...
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posted by sapherequeen
*Sigh* Okay, this is the first piece of écriture I will ever share with anyone. Rarely does the idea of a poem ever enter my dark mind. But tonight, just two minutes ago, this one came to me, and I had to...write...it...down...


I’m aching here
I’m bleeding there

Pain strikes within
My every move

And there’s
Nothing
I Can
Do
To Make It
Stop

The tears roll down my face
And freeze there quickly
And stay until the time comes
Where they are no longer frozen
And begin to stream down again

My hurt was bottled up
But someone broke the bottle
And now it’s
Everywhere
And there’s nothing
I Can
Do
To Heal Myself

I’m...
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