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The Last Myth book four: Never Ending Journy Chapter Two: Saying Goodbye

posted by misscrazel

Senfinelin Forest

Aznr ran down the colline to the edge of the cliff. fallen trees scattered the ground and there was no sign of life. Aznr's hair blew back in the wind and memories of the past filled his head...

*Flashback*

Aznr heard a scream that rang through the forest.
Airellion! he thought, immediately recognizing his voice.
'Aznr! LightWater!' he heard the scream again.
This time he ran through the forest towards him. Aznr burst into the clearing and saw Airellion. He had an Arrow in his throat and one in his arm. He was surrounded par an army of goblins, all heavily armed.
'Airellion!' called Aznr.
Aznr raised...

the mirror of fate chapter one: the chosen lands

posted by misscrazel

June 17th 100,000,000 BC 12 O'clock at night
Four children are born, quadruplets, the youngest born at the strike of midnight. The first child is named Queverial, the seconde Ceelarion, the third Ierailiasha, and the last one is named Mist. The father decides the last child should have a complex name as the others do but the mother has made up her mind that Mist is the perfect name.
Then she sends them through the mirror of fate to find there destiny. They may never return if they do not find it in time.

January 21st 9,999,990 BC 3:30 P.M.
The children grow up living in the chosen lands behind the...

article inspired par 'How To Save a Life' par The Fray

posted by taini

How To Save a Life (story inspired par song par The Fray)
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--------step one toi say we need to talk, he walks.
you say sit down it's just talk.
he smiles politely back at you,
you stare politely right on thru.-----------
''scott we need to talk'' artemis said. scott stood up. ''i need to do something first'' he muttured. the lie felt wrong on his lips but he didnt want to talk. he knew what artemis would say and he didnt feel like arguing right now. ''sit down it's just a talk'' she muttured. scott looked at her weighing his options. talk to artemis ou leave....

Chapter one of a story... That doesn't have a name. Yet.

posted by tsmith120

My name is Timothy Roger Cole III. This is plus ou less my story.
Well, mine and about a half dozen others. So for the sake of convenience I'm going to tell this story to toi from a third person perspective, and not always narrate it from my own point of view - since I wasn't present for some of the important stuff, and it'd be easier to tell toi what happened than recount the tedious discussions on this stuff that I had to go through to get anything remotely resembling a full picture of the events.
I hope toi appreciate the things I go through for you. Anyhow, let us begin.

Timothy Roger Cole...

A Land Divided - Chapter 1

posted by StarPotterRings

Hows it going do toi think?

Our story begins with an elf gliding through the trees. His lean body let him jump from arbre to arbre as if he were flying.
It was spring, his favori time of the year. The daffodils and forsythia were in bloom, and the trees were once again turning green. He stopped on a particularly large branch and looked up into the clear sky. His dark blue eyes without the memories of the horrors of war, his skin without the scars of the torture it brings. For he was yet young, and all the time he has been alive has been peaceful.
He flew once plus through the trees. He loved...

Mana and the Pet, Chaper 2

posted by queenpalm

Chapter 2
"Please! Please! Please!" I begged. My parents exchanged glances, then looked back at me.
"You want a lemur, Mana?" Mr. Walker asked.
"Yes! Please! I'll take really good care of her!" I pleaded.
"How much would it cost to take care of it?" Mrs. Walker asked.
"Well, they eat fruit, and not much because they're so small. Plus, this maki, lémurien was circus trained, so she shouldn't need anything special."
"What about health, and the veterinarians?"
"I'll turn 12 in a week, so I can babysit plus often. I can use that money to pay for the vet's bill," I said, really having no idea. I just agreed to...

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Nightfall #1(COMPLETE REWRITE) Chapter 9

posted by adamk

CHAPTER NINE:
On the drive back to my apartment, I cannot help but feel something is amiss. What it is, I don’t have a clue. As I continue the drive, I once plus delve into my past…
CRYSTAL FALLS: 1850
I awaken an heure later, still in pain from the sun’s rays. I feel Perry’s dried blood on my face, and find myself disgusted at what I have done. I cannot believe the situation I’ve landed myself in. About ten minutes later, Perry returns to the cave. From where I do not care, ou even want to know. I feel nothing but burning hatred and contempt for him. I still do not know what prevented...

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Nightfall #1:(COMPLETE REWRITE) Chapter Seven

posted by adamk

CHAPTER SEVEN:
I return to my apartment, and turn off the police radio, which is only reporting the incident I was involved with earlier that night. I suddenly feel tired once again, and this shocks me. As I lay back on the couch, I continue thinking of Pike, and my first night of being a vampire.
CRYSTAL FALLS: 1850
I hesitate, and then follow Perry outside. Only moments ago, I found myself full of anger, yet at the same time, worry, although not for my own sake, but for my father’s, who is still asleep in the other room. For some odd reason, I am in pain, not from my wound, which has disappeared...

The Guardian of Zamari chapter 1

posted by ITF

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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Annabelle (warning... this story is very depressing, does not end happy) (also very intense)

posted by CatiePotter

My name is Annabelle. I am sixteen and I am beaten.

I lived with my dad and mom in that trailor park on the edge of town between the bar and the strip of stores everyone avoids. We lived happily until my mom, Mary, died in that car crash five years ago. My dad became depressed, drinking alcohol and gambling. He was soon unemployed, so to keep the trailor I had to drop out of school. He is now a deep alcoholic and gambles with his buddies every other day.

Whenever we run out of spirits he hits me. He keeps hitting me until I go to the bar nearby and get more. This happens every two days par his...

Chapter 1 of My New Story (I Dont Have a Name Yet...)

posted by PonygirlCurtis7

My breath came out in a white, La Reine des Neiges nuage before me and smelled heavily of my mint gum. My footsteps’ sounds were wet on the sidewalk. It had rained just before I left the bookstore and, just par my luck, someone a volé, étole my car (boy, was my dad going to have a cow when he hears that…), so I had to walk all the way accueil in the wet night, all par myself. I prayed silently that I would be able to find my way because I was new in town and barely knew where everything was. I had to use a crappy GPS to find the bookstore. I was just lucky I found it.
The town was Cassidy....

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Keep Breathing, Just Keep Breathing

posted by brandonaz

Hiya! First stab at adding something I wrote to the écriture spot. This is a cliche little story inspired par the Mayday Parade song "One Man Drinking Games." commentaires would mean the world. (:

And toi swore toi saw me laughing, and I swore I saw toi smile
And the time we've spent together was meant to last us quite a while
As I take this piece of toi with me I'll carry to my grave
Knowing that for someone you're an Angel sent to save

He touched the tip of his index finger to each of the freckles that dotted her arm. He drew patterns, connecting the delicate dots into hearts and papillons and lopsided...

Super-natural chapter 1 Nowhere to hide.

posted by fiestagirl12345

Scarlet's P.O.V

I woke up feeling the rough but smooth texture of my worn down bed. I looked around tiredly yawning getting up to change I got my things and headed out. The village was mostly quiet rarely its loud. Our village was very poor. I went in the woods we were banned from going in their. I went in anyways I went alone I had no buddies at all. I was in woods shooting some arrows It was like 98 degrees out I was sweating. Their was a ant on my arm I tapped and hit my hand and shacked it when water swooshed up. I curiously tried again I moved my arm up and the water rose up. I smiled in...

Trapped - Chapter One

posted by Insight357

“I want to go home,” I groaned noisily, smacking my head onto the gray table, tableau my Friends and I sat at. I was in my first period physics class with my group of friends. It was the seconde jour of the school an and all looked as it had for the past three years.

Chris glanced over at me with dull blue eyes. “Yeah, well I do to, so shut up,” she replied with a grumpy sigh. No one was in a particularly good mood this time of morning, well Jeydon was, but that probably had something to do with the fact that she was used to getting up at the crack of dawn.

“Who pissed in your Cheerios this...

manga Review:The Art of Vampire Knight

posted by ZekiYuro

Vampire Knight is one of Viz's top-selling series, and it's not hard to see why: While it's not for everyone, the l’amour triangle, Supernatural romance, and hint of forbidden l’amour are like catnip for some readers. The Art of Vampire Knight, released earlier this mois par Viz, is a beautifully produced art book that will be pure heaven to Vampire Knight junkies (but probably a bit boring for everyone else).
The book collects the full-color art that manga-ka Matsuri Hino created for the chapter openings in LaLa magazine and the tankoubon covers. Some have been published as part of the English-language...

Hunter-gatherers and Subsistence Societies

posted by ZekiYuro

Very few people in the modern world obtain their nourriture supply par hunting and gathering in the natural environment surrounding their homes.This method of harvesting from nature's provision is the oldest known subsistence strategy and has been pratised for at least 2 million years.It was,indeed,the only way to obtain nourriture until rudimentary farming and the domestication of wild animaux were introduced about 10 000 years ago.

Because hunter-gatherers have fared poorly in comparison with their agricultural cousins,their numbers have dwindled,and they have been forced to live in marginal environments,such...

Best of the Thrills: Chapter One

posted by hgfan5602

Hi. My name is Jake Gartner, and right now, basically a huge mutant serpent is coming to avaler, hirondelle me whole, tear me to pieces of flesh, so I have no time to talk right now. Oh, um...you want to follow me? Sure, just accept that everyday will be the best of the thrills. Right now, we are not getting any help from the immortal world, so just know that we have a horrible system of magic right now, and we have an extremely low supply of weapons, thus, the chance that toi will get out of this mess is around eighty-six percent. (because of me, the master of war) Oh yeah, the serpent. Enough talk. (ROARS) Off to kill a mutant serpent!!! (stabs, deflects, cuts a gash in its head, dies) That's only our first one, trainee. Whatever your name is. suivant time, I invite toi to rejoindre with us on our battle. And it will be even plus life-consuming, if toi know what that means.

oliver - let the cerise blossoms flutter pt. 1

posted by narlyvamp1234

When I first met him, I could not comprehend anything… why he was here, where he was from, what had happened to his eye… my name is Nora Fushigi, I am sixteen years old and I live with my little sister, Bloom, in a mansion in England. The an is 1940. World War II was going on then, so I called for Bloom to come live with me out in the country because I was worried about her in the big, huge city of London. When she got here, she was overly happy to see me. “Sissy,” she said, “I’m glad to see toi again!” Bloom is only six years old, and she still needs to learn some proper manners,...

Hehehe.... another poem.....

posted by AuthorForPooh

This is for all the kids who are bullied par words. My teachers always say be bleacher people. Lift others up. I hope this poem gives that message to others.

toi yell at me
mean words.
They
pierce my heart.
I say its ok.
I déplacer on.
But the words
still have power.
They still hurt
me.
My friends
tell me
its a big deal,
and that I
need to tell
a teacher.
But I say im fine.
Im really not.
I want to
believe
that im fine,
I want to
believe that
it was
nothing.
But it was
something.
Words always
have power.
Enough power to
strike me
down,
ou lift
me up.
Why must
toi hurt
me?

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Broken Solitude (A very short story)

posted by Zero_Delta

I stood on the edge of the field, my sword raised to shield my eyes from the falling sun. "I'ts beautiful," I thought, staring out at the curve of the hills and the waving of the herbe and trees, the grays and browns of winter, with the slightest hint of spring green.
I notice a movement off to my left and my sword drops to my side. It is the haut, retour au début of a chariot, panier coming into view as it crested the hill. I sigh and walk back to the woods, knowing what would come next. The driver rings a signal cloche, bell viciously, clearly wanting me to stop. "Leave me alone." I mumble, I knew I should have stayed in the...