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posted by iluvPrinceMJ213
It wasn’t a surprise when me and Kaden were almost struck par lightning AGAIN! Zeus was the god of the skies and he hated us. It wasn’t our fault our mom had a vengeful personality ou that Zeus couldn’t keep his pants up. I can never decide who has plus blame but if they weren’t like this I wouldn’t be alive. I was the only one of Apollo’s kids to have the sun power which meant I warmed up faster so I easily dried after me and Kaden jumped in the lake to avoid the lightning. But Kaden was still soaked to the bone and some how his black hair and dark blue eyes seemed darker making him look even plus dangerous someday I wanted one of my kids to have eyes like his. As we walked I glared up at the gray thunder nuage that followed us and cursed Εύχομαι ο Δίας θα σταματήσει να προσπαθεί να μας σκοτώσουν (which is greek for I wish Zeus would stop trying to kill us.) I wondered if I’d be any safer in the regular world where I spent most of the Summer, Fall, and Spring but during the Winter mom and dad made sure I stayed in Olympus which I guess it isn’t that bad when Seraphina isn’t allowed to go down almost ever because she seems to always be on fire. Kaden spends most of the Winter up here except every Sunday when he goes with Marshall to play hockey which I can’t stand. I stop looking at the nuage when we pass the basketball, basket-ball court in Olympus. Connor and Cyrus sons of Hermes and Aphrodite are playing. Connor is about to shoot when he stops his dark hazel eyes falling on me. He gives a small smile and drops the ball and comes over and says “Hey Keaira salut Kaden.” Kaden gives a half smile that he’ll only allow at certain moments. “Where’s Ashla” Connor asks since she’s usually with me but then he stops he knows how her and Kaden don’t get along. Kaden scowls and I say “she’s with her dad raising some people from the dead ou something.” He nods and says “you have the power over the sun and she has the power to raise the dead and what do I get well I get the power to travel which everyone can do, the power of being a good athelete which Kaden and Marshall both have and their not even the son of Hermes, and the power to make people fall in l’amour with me which toi seem to have since Prince fawns over you.” Wow did every conversation me and Connor have come back to Prince. I looked down to hide that I was blushing but that doesn’t work when a light glow comes over toi when ever your embarrassed. Connor looked back at his brother and then back at me and a dit “come on guys lets play some Μπάσκετ ou as the humans would say some B-ball.” I smile he’s such a goof ball and I go onto the court with them. He guards me easy and I montrer him that I’m not going to be a baby and cry if he tries. We stop playing and sit on the bench and watch Johnathan walk par shyly and I laugh and Connor says “oh look its Ο φίλος του Ashla.” “Oh shut it she just has a crush on him.” “Well her crush on him rivals Prince’s crush on you.” And yet again back to Prince. “I wouldn’t say that to her she’d kill you.” “Oh toi wouldn’t let her do that.” “She’d kill me too if I tried to stop her.” “No she wouldn’t toi and Damon are really her only Friends and if she killed toi Damon would hate her.” “True.” Connor was handsome and the problem was I never knew what he was thinking but we could never be dad would kill me. Connor’s dad was Hermes and my dad was his older brother and they didn’t get along much like me and my brother Reeve got along both resentful of the other. Connor’s had barely touched me but I felt it and I looked up and he looked away. Everyone didn’t think he was that handsome but I could name about thirty things that made him beautiful. His hair was a golden brown just like his skin. His eyes were that gorgeous dark hazel and his nose was perfect. He had a perfect jaw and beautiful thick lips. He also had the darkest eye lashes and a smile that warmed your heart. Prince was like the Adonis of the gods now and Posidieon ou as I called him Posy was very proud of this. My best friend Damon’s dad was Posideon but he hated his dad and I couldn’t blame him Posideon only cared about Prince, Paris, and Bryon. Then I realized the nuage of above me and heard thunder and shouted “Έχετε να Πλάκα μου κάνεις να το ξεπεράσεις bolthead όχι υπαιτιότητα μας εσείς και η σύζυγός σας είναι ηλίθιοι.” The thunder was louder damn I’m stupid I thought why’d I have to say call him bolt head and stupid. Connor glanced at me and I a dit “Kaden I think we better go before we get struck par lightning.” He groans and gets up and we begin to run and I wonder where the safest place would be damn that Ashla’s not here she’d take us to the underworld. “Hey guys.” I turn and there’s Ashla tall above us her brown hair long and her blue eyes looking down on us. “Thank god you’re here we need to get to the Underworld.” “Ugh why?” “Zeus” I say knowing it’ll a good enough explination. “I’m starting to really hate the Underworld” she groans grabbing us and pulling pearls out of her pocket then we step on them.

    “Ashla” says a deep voice. “Yea dad.” “Back already?” “Yea Zeus is after my friends.” “Your friends?” “Apollo and Hera’s children dad we’ve been over this.” He nods holding his chin and looking me and Kaden over. “Persaphone come here!” “Why?” “Ashla’s back.” “Ashla” a dit Persaphone coming out and hugging Ashla. She stared at us and smiled at me “this must be Apollo’s daughter she looks so much like him.” “Yes mother.” “And the boy’s Posideon’s ou Zeus’s?” “Apollo’s.” “Really he looks like what mom a dit Kronus looks like.” Kaden groaned he hated being compared to Kronus he already had trouble deciding if he was good ou evil and it just made it worse. “Mom shush” Ashley said. “I don’t need defending” Kaden a dit cruelly. I elbowed him and a dit “she’s being nice.” “I don’t care.” I rolled my eyes and a dit “I think we can go home.” “Finally Kaden” groaned. I took a pearl and went accueil and washed off the dirt on my arms then went to lit tired plus than I usually am.

    I woke up that morning early so I hoped into the chariot with dad to ride across the sky. He smiled and a dit “so how’ve toi been Keaira.” “Good I guess except grandpa Zeus keeps trying to kill me.” He chuckled but he had his eye brows drawn together. “He really needs to stop I don’t even l’amour your mother.” “She’s not my mother.” “Technically she is.” “But in my world she is definatly not.” He gives a nervous grin and he says “so I hear Prince likes you.” “Oh yea.” “You like him” he says with his eyebrows raised. “I don’t know kinda.” “Is there someone else toi like?” “Um… no …yea.” Curse me being honest. “Who?” “No one… Connor.” “Hermes son.” “Yea.” “What’s he like.” “Nothing like Hermes.” “Is he like Aphordite?” “No not really he’s kind of his own person.” This seems to calm my dad and he says “yea I guess I’ve never seen him.” “Yea.” He looked over at me and smiled and a dit “you like this?” “Like what?” “Us riding the chariot across the sky pulling the sun.” “Yea it’s cool and I feel at peace being so close to the sun.” “Yea I know what toi mean I wish we could spend plus time together honey.” “It’s okay dad.” “I really need to be around Kaden plus I feel he needs me.” “Yea he’s going through a tough time.” “Yea he is he doesn’t talk to anyone but me, Connor, and Marshall and if he does its usually to yell at someone.” “Yea that boy is so handsome but very tempermental.” “Yea but he’s the best brother ever.” “How so?” “I don’t know for some reason I feel he’d never let any one hurt me.” “I’d never let anyone hurt toi and neither would Marshall and even though he’s so small sometimes it seems like Johnny’s willing to save toi just as well. “I know its just Kaden’s like always there except of Sundays.” He laughs and says “Sundays are for me.” I laugh and say “Yea I hate winter.” “I know.”

When it’s Artemis turn to drag to moon across the sky I walk into the house where Kaden and Marshall are punching each other on the couch. “Who wants to come with me to Posys house?” They stop and Kaden gets up and says “Why not?” We walk out and I see Ashla blushing as she talks to Johnathan. “Kaden stay here” I say. “I’m not a dog.” “Your gonna be if toi don’t stay there.” He rolls his eyes but stays. “Hey guys” I say walking up to Ashla and Johnathan both almost a foot taller than me. A look of relief washes over Ashla’s face. “You guys want to come to Posideons house” I ask? “Na I can’t” says Johnathan “I got to get home.” I nod and Ashla says “bye Johnathan.” We walk over to Kaden and I ask “What’d toi guys say?” “Hi and then bye.” “Ashla its not hard.” “Maybe not for you.” I shrug and walk towards Posideons house Kaden less than excited now that Ashla’s with us.

The big house ou I should say Palace sits up on the largest mountain in Olympus . I knocked on the door and Paris opened it. “Hey Keaira, salut Ashla…” she stopped blushed and a dit “Hey Kaden.” Kaden looked away and we walked in. Prince turned around on the canapé and got up and ran and a dit “Hey Keaira.” “Hey” I a dit as he hugged me. Kaden rolled his eyes and Ashla chuckled. Prince doesn’t let got and I start to get annoyed and just as I am Prince screams out in pain “OWW..” I hold back a laugh and say “sorry.” Kaden and Ashla can’t help but snort and laugh but as soon as Kaden see’s Ashla finds this funny he stops. Can’t they just get along I think. “Prince are toi okay” says a deep voice as Posideon float in his long black hair in small waves and his piercing blue eyes on us. “Yea I’m fine “ says Prince holding his wrist. “What’s she doing in here” Posideon asks looking at Ashla. “She’s Keaira’s friend.” “She’s Hade’s daughter get her out.” “Dad I…” “NOW!” “I’m sorry your going to have to leave” Prince says to Ashla. She rolls her eyes and strolls out and Posideon leaves. I grab Prince’s wrist and say “come on lets go play basketball.” He cringes at the pain of his wrist but manages a smile.” We run down the colline laughing and falling like total clumbsy dorks. That’s when we run into Ares who frowns at our pleasure. “What are toi doing?” “Having fun” says Kaden with a rebellious tone. “You have a an till its time for toi guys to fight to become a god and your fooling around.” I bite my lip and think “thank god I’m not Ares daughter.” He glares at us but moves on up the hill. “Gosh I hate him” Prince says. “Me too.” Prince rolled down the colline the rest of the way and I slide down. Then Aphrodite spots us and Connors behind her looking bored. “Hey Connor “ I say as he glares at Prince and Prince glares at him. “Hey” he says meeting my eyes and smiling. “You want to come with us to my house?” He cocks a handsome half smile and says “sure.” Aphrodite looks me and Kaden over and smiles. I know she has a crush on my dad almost every goddess in Olympus loves him. We bounce to my house and watch the tv personally I prefer mortal télévision every montrer here has Zeus ou Aphrodite its annoying. Connor is even annoyed par his moms prescence on the screen. My dad walks in and says “who are all these guys?” “This is Prince, this is Ashla, this is Paris, and this is Connor. Dad’s eyes fall on Connor and then on Ashla. “Who’s toi dad Ashla?” “Hades” Kaden says and I think he’s hoping dad kicks her out. “Oh okay.” Kaden sighs disappointed and dad says “Hey Kaden how about we hang out sometime.” “Yea at night.” “No we can go during the day.” I look at him and he says “you can drive the chariot.” I give him a scared look but nod. “I’ll go with you” Connor says. “Me too” says Prince. “Sorry it only seats two” I say. Prince glares at Connor and then says “fine suivant time.” Connor smiles happy with himself and I wonder if this will ever end. There’s a knock on the door and I go and answer it “Hey” Paloma says. “Hey what are toi doing here?” “I was bored can I come in?” “Yea.” “Who’s this” dad asks. “Paloma daughter of Hestia and Ares.” “Wow I didn’t know they had a kid.” “Yea I know their not the best match are they.” “Yea” dad says. “I prefer my mom but every one says I’m like my dad though I really don’t ever see him.” “Your not like your dad Shlomo.” She laughs and jumps on the canapé and sits suivant to Prince who looks her over. “Please fall for her” I mummer. “What” Prince asks? “Nothing” I say embarrassed.
Me: okay i actually found this story in my local newspaer from 20 years back. And i'll put a symbol for town names. I don't want rapists ou pheaodifiles coming to my town... okay lets begin. And i shall have to give some background history. Well at there was a renovation going on at $ which was between # and &, for an old mental asylum to be converted into a power house musuem. Anyway so this story takes place then. I think i'm not sure of dates.
$ was a small town, very small as in like only three -5 thousande people


okay so in Australia out in the country there was a young couple travelling...
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posted by xXDreamWriterXx
This is the rough draft of the first chapter of "Beyond a Dream" It's a book that I'm currently écriture but it would nice to get some feedback about it. Its long but hope toi like it!

Chapter 1

“What! We’re moving?!”

Aria stares at her father, Thomas, with disbelief and utter horror. Thomas sat in his favori seat; a maroon armrest chair with soft kind of fabric that made it hard not to touch. His shoulder length silver layered hair and black framed glasses that went over his gray eyes made him look like the plain glasses business man that he was. Aria stood in the middle of their living...
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posted by ChiliPepperLuv
People say fleurs are beautiful.
They're beautiful, that's true.
They also provide oxygen for us.
People say weeds are ugly.
They apparently have no value,
Nor do they deserve to live.
I'm not talking weeds that grow in the garden.
I'm talking about wild plants.
Well, weeds are flowers, too.
Just give them a chance.
Once toi get to know them, they're amazing.
They can be just as pretty as flowers.
I may not be an orchid ou a sunflower.
I may not be a rose ou an iris.
I'm plus of a dandelion.
I may be a weed, but I'm not so bad.
Give me half a chance. I'm pretty neat.
So, weeds are flowers, too.
Get to know them. They're pretty great.
posted by deedragongirl
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I love this photo.
Hi guys, since I l’amour to write, here are the topics that I l’amour to write.

Travel Log

After watching a few vidéos of Rick Steve on Youtube, I was very inspired par him to be a travel log since I l’amour travelling, especially to Europe, plus parts of the US and both South and Central America.

Movie & Musical Review

I l’amour to write about films and comédies musicales that I had seen, so whenever the latter is adapted into the former. I would also compare them if I had seen a musical before, however spoiler alerts ahead!

Book & Movie Review

Although I had done this a couple of times on Dan Brown's Da Vinci Code and anges & Demons, I hope to do plus of this!

Enjoy Writing!

Whenever I write, I tried to improve myself and on my écriture skills. It also became a hobby that I really enjoy!
 How I wish!
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posted by mermaidgirl1010
Another jour in paradise, NOT!
Just another summer jour of hanging out with Friends and such.
Omg. He. Is. Hot. My friend and I were riding our bikes and I saw the cutest guy IN THE UNIVERSE. Well, maybe I am exaggerating but STILL! He is hot!
I must have been staring because the suivant minute I was on a tree. OMG. He was looking at ME!!!!!!! ''Hi I'm Brady."
"I......I........." OMG! Sooooo stupid! My best friend was gone now and he leaned down. OMG. He kissed me! Then...... gone. I was in my bed. Was it a dream? Well, I think i'll check just to be sure.
posted by Insight357
Alexander stood in front of me. I was looking up at him from my spot in the shower.
    “Now what did toi think toi were going to accomplish par coming down here?” He asked, and looked around.
    “I thought toi wouldn’t find me,” I admitted sheepishly. It sounded stupid when I a dit it.
    “Your thought process has yet to amaze me,” he chuckled. “This room is sound proof, right?”
    “Uh, yeah. Why?” I looked up at him curiously.
    “Just wondering if that maintenance...
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posted by Insight357
I was outside. It was hot and sunny. About summer time, I was guessing. Beside of me set an old room. It was in ruins. I studied it for a moment, and then it hit me.
    The room was the one I had been in when I put the couteau through my heart. I walked over to it, and ran my hand over the charred remains.
    It started to rain, sprinkling at first, and then it became harder. I took shelter in the room, half of the roof still stood.
    The sun was in the eastern part of the sky, and it was raining in the west. I saw a arc en ciel emerging...
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posted by Insight357
I went back to the motel after Lucy left. I never did figure out why she was running. suivant time I saw her I would ask…Hopefully I would see her again.
    Damien is all alone a dit a voice. I shook my head, as my hands began to shake and my cœur, coeur raced.I sat on the creaky motel bed. It was cold, and hard. I didn’t care though. I was too emotionless to care. I didn’t feel like I was apart of this world. The walls and furniture were only an illusion, and this was my hell. I had already died. Maybe if I died in hell I would be officially dead.
    Damien...
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posted by Insight357
I paced around the room, Alexander would be accueil in a few minutes. I was going to tell him what happened between Grey and me. I was nervous, but I had to do it. It wasn’t fair of me not too.
    “Alexander, I know this is bad, but I must tell you,” I practiced aloud, staring at the empty wall. “I slept with Grey, and I know I shouldn’t have done it, but she seduced me. I tried to say no, but I was too weak. I really tried, though. Please, please forgive me Alexander. We can work it out, I know we can,” I thought I was doing really well; I prayed he would forgive...
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The Australian crocodile is the largest crocodile in the world.It can grow up to seven metres long and the biggest can weigh up to 1000 kilos.It has only 2 muscles to open its mouth but 40 to close it!

What makes crocodiles so dangerous is that they attack incredibly quickly and they take their victims under the water to drown them.They usually attack in the water,but they can suddenly come out of a river and attack animaux ou people,and they can run on land at 17km/h.

Every an in Australia there are crocodile attacks on humans.2 years il y a a 24-year-old German tourist died when she went for...
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Not long il y a people believed that in the future we would work less,have plus free time,and be plus relaxed.But sadly this has not happened.Today we work harder,work longer hours,and are plus stressed than 10 years ago.We walk faster,talk faster,and sleep less than précédant generations.And although we are obsessed with machines which save us time,we have less free time than our parents and grandparents had.But what is this doing to our health?An American journalist James Gleick in a new book,Faster:the acceleration of just about everything,says that people who live in cities are suffering from...
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In 1952,Audrey Hepburn was in Rome,making the film Roman Holiday with Gregory Peck.She was engaged to James Hanson,a Londres 'playboy',and she asked a famous Italian designer,Zoe Fontana,to make her a dress for the wedding.

Signora Fontana said,'Audrey was 23.She was so young and so beautiful then.She tried the dress on many times.It was in white lace,with a lot of tiny buttons down the back,and she wanted to wear fleurs on her head.'

But 2 weeks before the wedding,Audrey Hepburn decided not to get married.She phoned Zoe Fontana and said,'I've cancelled the wedding.But I want another girl to...
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I think that the most important lesson I learned from my mentor, auteur Arline Chase, concerned foreshadowing. Here is the aléatoire House Webster’s definition of foreshadow: to montrer ou indicate beforehand. In other words, to provide some hint, clue, ou indication of something that is going to happen.

Why is foreshadowing important? I learned this lesson the hard way. In many of my first short stories—which I recommend as a medium to anyone testing the waters to see if they want to write fiction—I thought that I was being so crafty with my endings. I wrapped up the crime (or whatever) with...
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Mick Jagger went back to his old school recently-for the first time since he left in 1961.He was invited to the school to open the 'Mick Jagger Performing Arts centre',a new musique and drama department at Dartford Grammar School.

Jagger a dit that he was 'honoured' that the centre was name after him.But in a newspaper interview 2 days before he told the journalist that in fact he hated school and that he used to be a rebel.

He didn't use to do the homework-'there was far too much'-and he was continually at war with the teachers.He used to break the rules all the time,especially rules he thought...
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Write hard and clear about what hurts.
-Ernest Hemingway

There is nothing to writing. All toi do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.
-Ernest Hemingway

Everybody walks past a thousand story ideas every day. The good writers are the ones who see five ou six of them. Most people don’t see any.
-Orson Scott Card

For me, écriture is exploration; and most of the time, I’m surprised where the journey takes me.
-Jack Dann

The hardest thing about écriture is writing.
-Nora Ephron

If a writer falls in l’amour with you, toi can never die.
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Don’t try to figure out what other people want to hear from...
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