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posted by CullenProperty
"I'd like a room please," Nick tells the front bureau clerk. The old lady give both of us a look over and bourse, sac à main her lips then rolls her eyes.
"ID please," she tells us, "both of you," she looks at me.
"Mine's in the car, I'll be right back," I tell Nick, smiling at the lady.
I come back and the lady is defeated, she really didn't think I had one, but I showed her! She gives my drivers license back with a roll of the eyes and watches me as Nick fills out the paperwork.
"What's the license plate, Grace?" he asks.
My mouth drops and my eyes nearly fall out of my head. I turn around so the lady won't be able to read my lips, "My mom and dad are gonna know if the car is missing," I whisper yell.
"Shit," he says.
"And I have school tomorrow, their gonna know if I skip another day," I add.
"So now you’re saying toi want to go home?"
I hang my head, "No, I don't. I just don't want to get in trouble, again," I mumble.
"Are toi two gonna get this montrer on the road ou what?" the old lady demands.
We both look at her, annoyed and turn back around to finish our conversation; "I'll call them," I get to the conclusion.
"Are toi sure?" he asks, seconde guessing my statement.
"I don't know what I'm gonna say to them, but yeah, I'm sure," I tell him, nodding my head then smiling.
"Are toi done now?" the old fart asks, her lips pursed.
Nick hands her the paperwork and his credit card. In a few plus secondes we have our key and are checking into the room on the seconde floor.
"Well, at least the rooms are nicer than the front desk," I say, as he turns the light on and closes the door behind us.
"That lit looks so comfortable," he purrs in my ear.
"Looks like the one that Mr. alouette almost raped me on," I say, turning in his arms.
The tears start streaming and Nick sighs, "Gracie, it's okay, I'm here," he tries to sooth me.
I stay in his arms for a few secondes waiting till all my tears come out and then I wipe my eyes, "I'm okay," I tell him.
"Sure?" he asks, still holding me.
"Positive," I say and lean up to press my lips to his.
His hands trail down to my butt and he hikes my legs up around his waist to walk us towards the bed. He lies down on me and trails his lips down my neck as I stretch my neck so he'll have enough room.
I unwrap my legs from his waist and instead, emballage, wrap my arms around his back to pull his chemise up and over his head. I trail one finger up his back to the back of his head as his lips find mine again. His right hand trails up under my chemise from the hem of my pants to my breast and he unbuttons my bra. Since its strapless he just pulls it off and throws it on the floor and pulls my chemise up and over my head. The cold bedspread shoots through every nerve on my body as Nick's lips hit every part of my chest; over my nipple, above my breast, down my stomach, in my belly button and then his fingers are trailing down the zipper on my pants. He stands up from the lit and pulls each pant leg off one par one, until their on the floor. He comes to lay back on me but I stand up and watch Nick's eyes smile at me. He doesn't say anything like I suspect him to have, but just watches me as I touch my freezing hand to his stomach and down under his pants and boxers. I pull them both down to the floor and then his hand reaches over to the lit to pull the sheets down, then up to my face and he pushes me back onto the bed. I can feel his penis through my underpants, ejaculation jus, jus de smearing all over them. His fingers trail down my back to my butt and he quickly slips them off, his hand cupping my butt cheek. I open my eyes to see him smiling at me and then he kisses my mouth before I can udder a sound. He pushes ever so lightly on his pelvis and that's when the numbness strikes through me. His tongue slips through his mouth onto my lips and I let his tongue enter my mouth. I can feel our nipples touch and his penis enter farther into me. My lips then stop moving and I can't déplacer anything on my body; We're not using a condom. We've always used a condom. What if he gets me pregnant? His sperm is already in me, I could be pregnant . . . I could be pregnant. Nick notices that I haven't moved an inch and his lips pull away from mine;
"What is it?" he asks, subtle but annoyed.
"Condom," I utter.
His shoulders drop, "Fuck," he whispers loud enough that I heard him.
He pulls out of me and rolls over to the other side of the bed, his breathing making me nervous.
"I can't get pregnant," I say.
"I know Grace; don't toi think I know that? I've already knocked up one girl, I can't knock toi up too," he yells.
"I'm sorry," I mumble.
"Don't," he says, looking over at me then his eyes open wide and he smiles, "my wallet," he says, getting up, baring all that he has in front of me and he searches for his wallet in his pants. I sit up in the lit with the covers up around my chest. He's turned around so that I can see his perfectly molded butt. He turns around with a little round package in his hand and a smile on his face.
"How old is that thing?" I ask, looking at the package, it's torn edges and a small hole in the middle.
"A few months," he says.
"Are toi sure it's sûr, sans danger to use?" I ask.
He opens up the package and pulls the condom out, shows me that there isn't any holes in it and I smile at him, biting my bottom lip.
"I gotta pee, babe," he says with no embarrassment and he pads away to the bathroom. I lay back on the pillows and close my eyes, listening to the sound of his pee hit the toilet. I didn't hear him come back out, but in second’s time, the covers are pulled down and his legs are on either side of me and his lips back on mine.

I trail my finger down his stomach as his finger trails down my back. It's as if my fingers have a mind of their own because as soon as I know it, they've trailed up his chest, down his shoulder and are now Raiponce in his fingers.
"We get to sleep together," I whisper to him, smiling.
"I know," he says and I look up at his face, his smiling beautiful, scruffy face.
I untangle my fingers from his and turn my head onto his shoulder.
"You're such a little dork, Grace," he says, smiling.
"I know," I smile, raising my hand up to his cheek and rubbing my thumb over his little prickles.
"I l’amour your would-be-beard," I say, trailing my hand down his chest and resting it on his heart.
"I l’amour your little freckles," he smiles, rubbing a thumb over my cheeks.
"I l’amour your hair," I say, ruffling his ringlets.
"I l’amour your smile, it makes me smile," he says and I smile, enforcing a smile on his face.
"I l’amour your hands," I say, tracing each of his fingers to the end.
"I l’amour your lips," he purrs, tracing my lips around and around with one finger and then he exchanges his finger for his lips. He slowly rolls back on haut, retour au début of me and spreads his legs over me. I break away from his lips;
"We can't have sex again," I pant.
"Why not? I still have the condom on," he informs me.
"Is that safe?" I ask.
"Why wouldn't it be? It would just like taking a break for a few minutes, which we did and we're going back at it," he says embarrassment ringing in his voice. I Kiss his mouth and pull my legs around his waist.

I wake up laced around Nick's body and his head on my shoulder, a little stream of drool down my chest. I look over on the bedside table, the clock lire 8:23 a.m. Good, no excuse to go to school, thank God. It's a shame we don't have any plus condoms, it would be nice to feel numb like I did all through last night. I trail my hand down Nick's side making him shiver. I start s’embrasser his neck and his eyes flitter open to land on mine. I smile shyly at him and look down at my wandering hands around his stomach.
"It’s so nice waking up to you," he says, sounding like he cut himself short.
"I’m glad you’re here too," I tell him, scooting closer towards him.
I put my arms around his body and pull him closer to me. I Kiss his neck around his collarbone area as he pulls me even closer into him. I watch his eyes close as he cuddles his head into the nook of my shoulder. He lets me Kiss his neck for the time being until his hands started rubbing my bare back, so vigorously that I think it almost left imprints of his fingerprints. I let my lips fall from his neck, they travel down his chest where they eventually land. Nick's hands wander from my back to my shoulders where he massages them and eventually get them down and around my breasts. I Kiss back up to his lips and he shoves his tongue in my mouth. One of his hands moves down to my thigh and he hikes it around his waist. His other hand that was keeping my breast warm moved slowly and seductively up my side and cupped around my cheek. His s’embrasser became plus even and loving instead of sexual and horny. He maneuvers his weight and mine so that he's lying completely on the lit with me on haut, retour au début of him. His lips stop moving and his hands lay securely in the middle of my back. His eyes look deep into mine and a smile plays at his lips;
"You are the cutest damn thing I have ever been around," he says, pulling his large hand into my peripheral vision.
"Your pretty hot yourself, Nick," I tell him, fingering his chest up and down.
He arches his head back and to the side, moaning in the pleasure. I caress his skin back up to his face and hold my hand onto his scruffy cheek. I Kiss under his chin and play with his ear and sideburn, disturbing the little hairs up and down.
"Only toi can make that feel like magic," he whispers, his face still turned sideways, his lips barely moving.
With my other hand, I reach behind my back and grab one of his hands; I put it on my shoulder blade and lay my head on his shoulder, my face turned towards his neck. I softly Kiss his neck once and then close my eyes. I'm almost asleep again when I hear his voice talking;
"Graciebaby," he whispers, almost cooing to me. "Gracie," he smiles, patting my hair. "Come on baby, you've been out for a while," he says softly. "Your little tummy has to be starving," he says in a baby voice, his fingers running through my Raiponce hair.
"Five plus minutes," I grumble.
"Okay, Graciebaby," he says and then I'm dead out again.
Five minutes later and he's cooing at me again, "Let's go have pancakes," he says, trying to déplacer my head to face him.
"Ughhhhhh," I mumble.
"Baby we're not having sex, don't make that noise," he says, then, a little lower, "your turning me back on,". His hand moves down my back and quickly trails my butt, making me shiver then smile. "I know you’re awake, Graciebaby, toi can't fool me," he murmurs gently, happy. I don't say anything but lazily trail my hand down his arm. I pat it several times, "What baby? I don't speak Grace, talk to me," he coos. After a few minutes of silence he tells me to talk, again.
"I wanna lay in your arms all jour long," I mumble slowly.
"Oh baby, do toi know how much of a jerk that makes me feel like?" he asks.
"You’re not a jerk, if anything your the most wonderful person I've ever met," I tell him, still slow.
Our fingers entangle together and I felt a soft peck on my head. His lips déplacer down to my ear and nibbles at it for a while.
"Should we go tell the old lady to give us another night in here?" he asks in my ear, softly.
"I can't miss any plus school," I sadly say.
"Yeah, and I can't miss any plus work," he agrees. "But, God, do I want to be with you," he murmurs.
"And I with you," I say, quoting some book I read.
"Look at me, Graciebaby, please," he pleads. So I look at him, not because he told me, not because he's being so sweet to me, but because I l’amour him. Our eyes lock and his dimply smile graces his face. "You’re a beaut to see in the morning, my little Grace," he says my name with absolute care and compassion, maybe even love.
It probably took toi a while to learn the 26 letters of the alphabet back when toi started school. But actually, toi should count yourself lucky. Some languages use alphabets with many plus letters than that. Russian, for example, has 33 letters, and the Khmer language of Cambodia has over 70. And in China and Japan, where they write with signs called 'characters', there are hundreds, even thousands of different shapes to remember. Japanese primary school children are expected to learn about a thousand characters before they can go on to high school!
posted by candyvtoby511
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Tess is walking late at night with her dog alone, thinking about her parent’s mysterious murderer; why didn’t he kill her as well? What motive did he have to kill them? She ponders over the words her mother spoke in her dying breath; what did she mean that I shouldn’t trust him?...
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 Emmanuel Cuts The Ribbon to Open Fashion Week Gibraltar - (Picture par or Productions Studios (Gibraltar) www.goldps.com)
Emmanuel Cuts The Ribbon to Open Fashion Week Gibraltar - (Picture by Gold Productions Studios (Gibraltar) www.goldps.com)
Emmanuel Ray, Britain’s Fashion icone of The an 2011 (Fashions Finest Awards), successfully opened Fashion Week Gibraltar on 18 April 2012 at the Casemates Gallery in Gibraltar.
London – In front of an excited crowd Emmanuel Raygave a short speech thanking everyone who came to the opening, his publicist David J Mann, director ofHighmore PR, and Fashion Week Gibraltar’s organiser and fashion designer Reene Weston. He then proceeded to cut the red ribbon allowing everyone to start their Fashion Week experience.
Emmanuel had this to say about the opening,
“What an amazing experience it was....
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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!...
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If i get enough commentaires i will extend it.

It was damp, smelled of earth and pine, I heard leaves rustle, twigs snap as animaux scurried in the arbre tops. I wasn't supposed to be here, this wasn't my room, my bed. I was supposed to me in par cottage on eagle lake. I was supposed to be asleep, haut, retour au début bunk with my younger brother Elliot on the bottom. I was supposed to be smelling fabric softener and hear the soft snore from little Elli, feel the heat of my cat sleeping on my chest. I opened my eyes and I could see the sky, black with soft twinkle of a million étoile, star and the florescent glow of the moon....
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posted by precious211
“Before we leave I must warn you. We are now entering alien territory, so be careful and considerate to you’re new surroundings. One stupid mistake can get you, and everyone around toi killed.”

The safety instructor’s voice boomed across the large, air conditioned spaceship. It sounded oddly cheerful for someone who had just told them that they could all die.
Everyone tried to see where her line of vision was pointing towards. It was aimed toward the windows.
Kendra glanced through them and, and gulped. They were about four thousand feet above sea level, and the l’espace craft had just...
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Using correct grammar and sentence structure is vital if toi want to convey your thoughts accurately. toi also want your écriture to hold the reader's attention. Nothing is plus annoying than lire a manuscript littered with grammatical errors. The error of écriture sentence fragments is a common error. Sentence fragments are incomplete sentences that don't express a complete thought.

tips:
1


Have a subject for every verb. The subject is the actor in the sentence. The verb is the action taken in a sentence.

2


Make sure all of your dependent clauses have a completing thought. An independent...
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posted by cutiegirl01
(Please tell me your opinion on my story and be truthful please!)

    “Erik get down here now!” My father yelled.
    “I’m coming, I’m coming!” I hurried down the stairs. I learned in the last 17 years I’ve been alive, that if my dad calls me I need to be down fast…or else…
    I got down the stairs, and went into the living room where he always sat on his days off. “Yes, dad? What can I get you?”
    My mother smiled up at me from her book, “You are such a good son, Erik-“
    My...
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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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posted by NormalcyIsDead
Boom boom clap
Bounce your head, snap
To the classic, to the rap


Step ball change
Basic with a buck
Pleay, tour jete
Bounce your head to the rock


One two three,
Two two three,
Count along with your head
Mosh with the beat


Hop shuffle hop back
Twirl your arms, bend your back
Do the thingamajiggie
Wear out your taps

Breathe it in, breathe it out
Reach for the sky, dance on the ground
Flitter here, gallop there
Lose yourself anywhere

Flow with the music
Feel it in your veins
As toi bounce your head, snap
Boom boom clap
posted by DxCFan123
Third Person POV
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Sadao walked up to God and asked him if he was eligible to be in Heaven. God just simply nodded his head. Sadao walked through the large golden gates and found himself walking through his town he lived in when he was alive. He found his way to his house, and swung open the door. Everything was how it was before. He started crying, remembering the memories he had with Kat here. He heard crying coming from his room, so he opened the door and saw a blonde girl curled up in the corner of his room, sobbing.

"K-K-Kat?" he managed to stutter out. The blonde looked...
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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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posted by dragonwriter
As light fades the brightest of souls can even be turned to do the darkest of things. As time time pushes vers l'avant, vers l’avant the mind and body of an individual changes for either good ou bad. the decisions they make and the things they do will stick with them forever. I was told this many years il y a par a wise old man that fortold my future. He a dit "the one with the dragon soul is not alone in the world he knows." After being told this it left me nothing but confused but i had a feeling that it wouldn't be the last time i heard of it.
posted by StarsGoBlue
God's Lost Child 
Chapter 2: An Indefinite Prisoner Of War 

"Unbelievable! Un-fucking-believable."
A nerdy blonde cussed as he stormed  through the upper deck of Sovereign, his hands raised above his head in protest. 
"Oh, let's put Baird in charge of the rookie! Since he's busy anyway. Let's just give him plus shit to do, that's easier on us!"
He continued to fume violently as Nicole followed a sûr, sans danger distance behind. The rest of Delta Squad had dispersed to their cabins to change into their night attire. Baird had been chosen to school the rookie, thanks to his big mouth.  After a bit of sighing...
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In this series of guides, I'll be montrer toi the best techniques for écriture your story. These are tried-and-true techniques, and they work.
First up: characters. Every story has characters. We all know that. But what toi may not realize is that some portions of a character need not be mentioned. Why spend three pages on your character's dimples if they have nothing to do with the plot? In order to keep your readers hooked, toi have to yourself to things that are involved with the plot.
Before toi decide on a plot, toi should get to know each of your characters. After all, you're telling...
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posted by PhoenixRoyale
This is another poem that I have written. It was inspired par some commentaires about stuffed animals/plushies on Youtube being people's friends. Enjoy.
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The Stuffed Animal.
To some, they are stupid.
They are useless.
They are disgusting little balls of fluff.

Those people think that it's necessary
to pick on the innocence of others
for having a collection of their own.
They poke fun, they tease, they even insult.

They target that person's age.
Sometimes even their gender.
They think they need to grow up.
They think these fluffy plushies are meant for babies.

But to those innocent people,
the ones who are quite...
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posted by shenelopefan
Dañada

Estoy quebrada. Lo que soy es lo que necesitas. Mi corazón se rompió mucho tiempo atrás, pero no me importó. En ti deposité toda mi esperanza. En ti proyecté, todo lo que odiaba de mí misma y traté de curarte.

Estoy dañada. ¿Qué no lo ves? A tu sola disposición estoy ¿No es así? ¿No ha sido siempre así?

Pero tú también estás dañado. Quizás más que yo. Yo quiero arreglarte, cuidarte, hacerte ver lo importante que eres y lo valioso que tú no ves en ti mismo. Quiero que veas lo mismo que yo veo en ti. Quiero que sepas lo importante que eres para mí.

Soy un desastre....
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posted by shenelopefan
La parte prohibida del parque

"La depresión es la que guía, la alegría es la que llega"

En la ciudad dónde yo vivía de niña, había un parque en dónde siempre pasaba las tardes con mis amigos. Éramos un grupito de niñas y niños que nos juntábamos a jugar en ronda, cantábamos canciones que no tenían sentido (casi nuestro propio idioma, de hecho) y recorríamos todo el parque jugando a las escondidillas.

Bueno, no todo el parque porque había una a la que los adultos no les gustaba que vayamos. Era un sector tan lleno de árboles que, desde afuera parecía una selva en medio de un parque...
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posted by alejpatv
    The light of the feu faded as I got further into the forest. I jumped over roots and ducked under branches that threatened to whip my face. I ran as hard as I could. To escape, I had to keep my sister sûr, sans danger and fulfill the wish of the village chief. My tears already used and dried, but the pain in my cœur, coeur still wouldn’t leave. An emptiness had taken hold where my safety and secure feelings had once been.
    On the edges of my vision, I saw a flash. I skidded to a stop and looked to where I thought I had seen it. There was a clearing where the full...
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The room is silent, as always. Nothing can be heard, aside from the soft rasp of pencil on paper. Words take form, joining various thoughts into one whole. On the outside, nothing is different from the average writer. To find what sets me apart, we must look deeper than the surface.
Inside my mind, images and ideas race about, sometimes colliding, sometimes not. This whirlwind is composed of everything I know, read, seen, heard, ou thought of. It is here that my greatest works begin to form.
To montrer how thw whiirlwind works, let us have an example. During practice for spring track, I noticed...
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