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posted by gossipgirlxoxo
I walked over there my very first thoughts were Thor. But it wasn’t. I walked over there and saw Ethan I opened the window. He pushed his way passed me without saying a word; he lay on my lit and started to breathe slowly. “What the...” I a dit looking at him but he didn’t even look back at me he just stayed there. I walked over and sat on the bed. “Well” I said. “Shh, I have a major headache” he a dit rubbing his temples. I smacked him on his chest and for a seconde I let it lie there and then he looked at me. “So what happened?” he a dit smiling a smug smile. “What do toi mean?” I a dit giving him a confused look. “What made toi change your mind about me?” he a dit still smiling. For a seconde I was still giving him the confused look but then I remembered. Ethan’s power includes lire toi like an open book. “Oh god” I a dit and got up; I put my hand over my mouth. “Come here” he a dit waving his hand. “No, I’m fantastic over here” I a dit still in shock. But then he came over and put his hand on my cheek like the other day. We were in each other’s gaze when finally he kissed me.

The Kiss started off simple but then something came over me I grabbed his shoulders moving my hands up to his neck, I pushed him back onto my mur a photo fell down we both laughed. In the secondes our lips separated we would have to take a breather. Then after that he pulled back I wanted to pull him back to me, but then I heard a thump. “Thor” he a dit and he went into my bathroom. I stayed there part of me thinking about had just happened and the other part thinking what am I going to tell Thor.

He came in. “what’s going on here?” he said, looking at all the broken glass and broken pictures. “Umm...well I am dancing” I said. He gave me a ‘do toi think I am an idiot?’ look and he went into my bathroom. I stopped breathing but when he came out alone I realised that Ethan was gone. Part of me was mad at Thor from coming in but I guess another part was relieved, who knows how far it could have gone.
I
n the morning I woke up and saw the glass near my bed. “It wasn’t a dream” I a dit to myself. I then ran to my closet and put on the first things I could find, a Yellow chemise and navy blue jeans. I walked down stairs and saw Thor and Ethan sitting at the table. I walked in and sat on the other side opposite to Ethan. Ethan smiled and winked at me while Thor was turning to look on the game. I kicked him under the table. Thor turned back and looked at me. “So what happened last night?” he said. “What do toi mean?” I a dit I knew what he meant. “Last night, when I came in and checked on you, and don’t say that toi were dancing because toi weren’t” He a dit and signed. Ethan acted intrigued. “Oh, yeah that I umm....tried the pendant thing again” I said. As soon as I a dit it a sign of relief went over Ethan’s head. Thor smiled “Why?” He a dit raising an eyebrow. “Well, I need to help him so I thought I would try it and I’ll stop though, I mean my photo’s lives are in danger” I a dit smiling. Thor returned the smile as he got up and went upstairs. “Be right back” he said. “Well, looks like toi are my little princess” He a dit smiling. He walked over and sat suivant to me just like he did the other day. “No, I’m not last night was a mistake. One that I will never do again” I said. He put his hand on my cheek like last night. “So, if I were to Kiss you” He whispered in my ear. I didn’t slap his hand away. His lips were just touching mine.

The Kiss was not like last night this Kiss was gentle, our lips were slowly moving in the rhythm of each others. Then he pulled away I had that same felling, I didn’t want him to stop. But this time Thor wasn’t coming. “What?” I a dit moving back an inch. “If Thor walked in right now would toi stop?” he a dit coming close to me. “Where did this come from?” I asked. “Answer my question” He said. “Yeah, yes of course” as soon as I a dit he moved back a stood up. “Then you’re right” he a dit and went up stairs. “What do toi mean? I asked. There was no answer.

For the rest of the jour all I could think about was Ethan’s riddle. Then suddenly I hear a knock at the door. I walk over and answer it. Relief went over my head it was Ethan. “Oh if it isn’t the riddler” I a dit walking off. I could hear him following me but I ignored it. “It’s not a riddle” he a dit as he grabbed my arm. “Yes it is" I a dit in a mocking tone. “No it’s not” he a dit letting go of my arm. “Then tell me what it meant” I said, walking into the cuisine and sitting down at the table, he did the same. “You a dit that toi weren’t my little princess” The words came out of his mouth like a couteau in my back. I wasn’t his little princess and I would have stopped if Thor had came in. “I hurt you, didn’t I?” I didn’t want him to say yes. “No, but toi made your point” he said. “What point?” I asked. “That toi are not my little princess and toi can’t be last night I was off my head. And toi were Lost in your thoughts” I words hit me, I didn’t hurt him but he had hurt me. “So what you’re saying is that last night was a mistake” I said. “Yeah” he a dit as he got up. It was a mistake, I a dit I didn’t want to get into the whole boy suivant door thing and I nearly did. “Okay” I a dit and got up like him. I didn’t even say goodbye I just turned around and left.
posted by fanfly
 Artwork par me
Artwork by me
Who are toi to judge?
Sitting right where toi are
toi have no claim on me

I know my own path
I am my own guide
toi are nothing to me
No matter how toi try

What do toi care?
If I'm not doing it right
I'm not following you

I know my own path
I am my own guide
toi don't know me
No matter how toi try

Why are toi here?
toi know I don't want you
I told toi to leave me

I am my own path
I know my own guide
toi can't mold me
No matter how toi try





Why do I feel compelled to write angsty poetry? I swear I'm not even that angsty. MDR Oh well, I hope someone out there enjoys it.
posted by Epismatic
A whisper in the cavern that goes unheard,

and a glimmer in the sky that stays unnoticed,

like the start of a brand new life, at the peak

of a mountain never scaled, lies in wait.

It can't be moved par any cosmic mover,

so no passing wind ou fog will douse it.

Only your eyes can scratch out the image

ou accept it, the light at the edge of your eyes.

Will toi take hold of the key you're offered?

Stop chant of freedom; seek it instead?

To become a companion of the new

takes an ever expanding, soaring gaze.

But even par taking one step forward,

par placing one hand onto the mountain,

as the wind tugs gently at your back,

toi will realize the cage has already been broken.
Your hair is long, wet, and wavy and clings to toi as toi rise from the lake. toi get the sense that the water should be clearer. toi don’t dwell on it though, distracted par your own hair. toi don’t remember it being so long. With every motion the string of beads and shells woven into your hair bobs gently with a clicking noise. toi don’t realize that toi are topless until your hair settles against your back. But toi are not ashamed, there is a sense of liberation, toi can better feel what the earth and the wind are telling toi this way. If toi could see behind you, toi would know that...
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posted by pLaStIcSUNDAE
It's gray. It's always been so gray.

The beating cœur, coeur that searched for what it believed to be a forever, only to be led astray.

The beating cœur, coeur full of warm belief,

Now an iceberg of amer regret, the surface a shallow reflection of the depths that rest beneath.

The smiling mask distorts the image of the surface, betraying the eyes.

The rigid, cold structure reduced to a cube of ice.

A problem crippled and crumbled into "I'm fine."

If the eyes are windows to the soul, then these windows have been fogged and cracked.

If the eyes are the windows to the soul, then within these, behind the mist,...
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8 Elements Of The Nutshell Technique par Jill Chamberlain via FilmCourage.com.
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PART 1- LETS HAVE A RANT

Hi. So yeah, from the titre I think you've gathered this story is about .... well let's just say a problematic 19 an old struggling to find a meaning in life.

If you're a typical "Caucasian" you'll never understand the things we "brown people" have to face. Over-protective parents are just the start. The kinds of people are totally different. The type of "cheats", "betrayers", "heart-breakers".

Being born in a place 2% of the people worldwide knew is just the start of a slightly difficult life. For now, lemme just summarize my life for you. I'm a 19 an old girl living...
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THIS IS VERY URGENT AND NOT A JOKE! ALSO DON'T GOOF OFF!!!!

I really mean it! What would toi be able to do if SOPA/TPP censors the internet? What would toi be able to do if écriture fanfics and drawing fanarts become illegal? What would toi do if it's illegal to do a cover of your favori song on YouTube? What would toi do if downloading things from the internet (music, movies, TV episodes, etc) became illegal? What would toi do if SOPA/TPP wins the war and takes away internet freedom? Net Neutrality is already dead so far, we can't risk the freedom of internet...
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posted by ilu_rayray
 Liyah (me)
Liyah (me)
Aliyah-Me(18)
Alexus(18)
Jasmine(18)
Prince(18)
Roc(18)
Ray(18)

My pov
Wassup im Aliyah but toi can call me liyah for short. I sing and im a backup dancer for mindless behavior with my two besties Alexus and Jasmine. I feel torn that prod left but ayyee Nobody knows this but i kinda like rayon, ray idk what it feels like to like someone bcus my dad always abused me and i never liked boys ever since but the past is gone and im living the life out in L.A.

Alexus pov
Hello im alexus but i perfer u call me lexi. I live with my sister jasmin and bestie liyah in L.A me and my sister been through alot our parents...
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November 5th 9,999,980 BC 6:01 A.M.
Mist wanders down a small deer trail through the woods. He pulls himself up onto a glistening arbre branch. He sees a small girl huddled on the ground. He jumps down and slowly approaches her.
He draws an arrow. The girl turns around.
'Who are you?' asks Mist.
'I am Amirell, daughter of Amerith,' she says. 'Now tell me, who are you?'
'I am Mist, son of Karellcia.' he says.
'I could help you,' says Amirell. 'I have nourriture and water. if we rationed it we would have enough.'
'I shall not need a woman's help,' says Mist. 'tis easy to find nourriture out here. If I killed...
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posted by jeweleryfan11
About:
Once i was having a jour dream about this story. And it brang me to this. A story about AshleyxDamon.

Chapter 1: Sunset
Sitting in an oak tree,a young 13 an old was écriture a letter to her father in Tokyo. He was doing research. Then her twin Austin came. "What are toi doing here?," she asked. "I l’amour the sunset", Austin said. "That's why i'm here," Ashley said. They watched the beautiful sunset and went in they're vintage home. "Ashley who is the letter for,"Austin asked. " Dad," she answered. "Dinner toi guys," there mother said. And they went inside.
Credit to breebree446
posted by EmilyMJFan910
Based on a short film par EmilyMJFan910.

Sapphire was a normal girl. She was very happy with her life and saw herself as lucky. But she had one very special trait.
Sapphire loved to daydream.
She daydreamed every day, all jour long. She dreamed about flying! Romance! Animals! Anything and everything. But mostly, she dreamed about changing into someone different. One minute she was a mermaid, another she was a princess. One she was a celebrity, the other she was an adventurous horse rider. But sometimes, when Sapphire was dwelling in the deepest of her daydreams, she would get carried away, causing...
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I had a friend, she lived in the north of China, her name was Chie. Chie was only 12 years old when she died!

It happend a few years ago, Chie and her family were going to mass on a Sunday, it was supposed to be just like any normal Sunday for her. Her and the rest of her family would get ready for mass and when they got accueil they would start to prepare lunch.
Little did they know that they would never sit down to have lunch together again!

Because on that jour the authorities surrounded the church, held the priest under house arrest, and all the people in the church were shot dead!

The priest...
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CHAPTER EIGHT:
OCTOBER 29, 1995:
I wake up around 7:20, horrified at how long I have slept. I have not thought about that night in ages, an am absolutely horrified par what would happen next, but that story will be for another time. I know. Right now I have plus pressing matters to attend to. I need to find out the reason behind the flashes I had the night I arrived. It has never happened before, and I wonder who it is that I saw lying dead on the ground during the last flash. I change once more, and remember I do not have my car. I phone Harold and he agrees to pick me up. As I wait for him,...
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This is a Fiction Story I wrote EXCLUSIVELY for Fanpop. Please see what toi think of it.

In a somewhat large village not too far out in the country, the sun was blazing its hottest near a great forest. Luckily, in the forest it was cool, for the trees housed everything and blocked out the heat. But the trees also housed life. Animals.
A mother dog.
The Border colley, collie had been stray all her life, yet she was healthy and happy living in the forest. She rolled onto her back to see the magical view of sunlight peering through the treetops, much to the dismay of her newborn litter. She sensed this and...
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toi may not know me but I know you. Your the one with a family who loves you, with a friend who actually Accepts you, the person who has the normal life. My name is Rebecca, I'm the girl who all her "friends" ignore her, the girl who gets beaten par her father. The one who thinks the world hates her. And everyday i wonder if someone would help me but no one ever does. This is my Diary, read on if tragedy Appeals to your sence of mind i guess.


February 1st 1978
Dear diary,
is there anyone out there? Anyone who truly understands? Everyone says Being Alive is better then dead, but why do people say...
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Prologue
She never knew she had an uncle until her parents died. It’s strange how- sometimes in life when toi lose important people in your life toi gain some more.
Her mother and father died in a house fire. No one knew how it started except the one daughter who managed to survive.
But she was in no state to tell. She suffered mild burns but her mind suffered worst of all. She never spoke again.
She was kept in hospital for six months but eventually she was packed off to her uncle Scipio. She was thirteen years old and many a dit it was a crime sending a child off to such an evil man as Scipio....
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posted by Cries_Bloodlova
Part one
The kiss
There is nothing around me nothing but darkness, loneliness and the pain I always feel. Emotional pain that is. Where is he where is my hero? The one I trust the one I l’amour where is he. Not here. Not in my thoughts? How could that be? I l’amour him too much to let him go. I look around still nothing but darkness. Wish some one would save me I wish someone would care. I have no idea why all this black nothingness surrounds me I’m alone. Like I always am. Am I dead? I hope so. To bad I will…. wait Finnick is dead to. So are Katniss and Peeta. I’m glad I’m dead then I’ll...
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posted by fiestagirl12345
Kalie's P.O.V


we saw the zombies coming our direction.we got our arrows ready. we were slowly walkinng when Anny falls on a coprse. we saw it was the scientist,. she screams in a high pitched. i wuickly cover her mouth. one zombie came par the pale grey skin. peeled bloody patches. white grey eyes. the rotten meat odor. i shoot it wtih the bullet. the blood flying. we went runnig. so we were the only ones alive. thats why the testers wanted us. they thought we were effected. well we are clean. for now. we kept running the growling of zombies behind us. i trun and see one of them grab anny's neck. i shoot them and they fall guts going. i grab her and check her. luckily she was alright. i sigh in relief and carry her over my shoulder. we were runnig when their was a cliff. now what?
I need to stop and catch my breath but I can't.

I have to keep running even if I die trying. I wouldn't let them win; couldn't let them win. They're getting closer now.

Have toi ever had those dreams where toi feel like you're running at the speed of light but you're hardly moving? That's how I feel now. No matter how hard I try, it's like no effort is made. Not like my nightgown was helping.

I keep running, not even knowing what's chasing me. All I know is, they're hungry for flesh and blood; my flesh and blood. I don't know why. I don't know how this happened. I don't even know where I am; all...
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January, 1865.

She made a face of disgust. It shouldn't have smelled, but it did. The " it" in question was a former Solider...Cavalry..or maybe a foot soldier? It was hard to tell WHAT rank he was in the early morning light.

She dragged the body to a safer location: a deeper room in the mansion, to look through its pockets. Just what...... the Late Henry Hampton of the 2nd Regiment Cavalry of Pennsylvania was doing all the way in Atlanta was anybody's guess, but par the looks of things, there had been some sort of fight.

The old Sullivan Plantation was burned down during Sherman's March last year,...
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