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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...

Excerpt of 'The Story That Remains To Be Named'

posted by JosephineSilver

So, hi.
To those of toi who don't know me, my name is Josephine. toi can see me mostly hanging about the Heroes of Olympus spot.
I write mostly fanfic on fanpop (If toi want to see my original work check out HousexofxNight on Quizilla), but my friend annabeth523 asked me to post this online so she could read it.

Basically put, this year, on the first of September, I turn sixteen. My goal is to have typed 100,000 words of a single story par then. I started typing on the 28th of December 2012 and I am just over 42,000 words in. I am now editing what I have written so far.

What toi are about to read...

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...

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Sneak Peak of My Book/Novel "Remembering You"--Chapter 1

posted by PonygirlCurtis7

Chapter 1
October, 1964

I lied awake on my bed.

I couldn’t sleep.

My mind was wandering, racing to different topics at the same time. I couldn’t stay on one subject in my mind for plus than ten seconds. I was restless.

Just then, out of nowhere, I remembered something that I particularly didn’t want to remember. But I did anyway. It was something that I hated thinking about, and something that I thought about all the time. I got up, clad in only a pair of jeans, and walked over to my closet and turned on the light. I pulled down old, dusty boxes and yellowed papers off of the closet’s shelf....

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...

Why are toi still alone?

posted by ZekiYuro

Some reasons will explain why toi don't have any lover now,according to Horoscope.
Aries(21/3-20/4):Because toi always make argument and never make up your mind carefully.
Taurus(21/4-20/5):Because toi are really really lazy.
Gemini(21/5-21/6):Because toi can't make someone believe in you.
Cancer(22/6-22/7):Because toi always worry too much.
Leo(22/7-22/8):Because toi want to be a superstar.
Virgo(23/8-22/9):Because toi are never pleased with your choice and just want to choose a PERFECT one-an impossible thing.
Libra(23/9-23/10):Because toi l’amour too much people,and then finally toi have no one.
Scorpio(24/10-22/11):Because...

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.

My seconde Shadow (dark short-story)

posted by msbass

Well..I guess I am not realy good at écriture stories..but I l’amour doing it so I guess I can post one short story here~~~
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I knew nightmares pretty well. Those sick, little, messed-up dreams, which toi can never forget. No matter how much toi try they stuck in your head unwilling to set toi free. But I guess, I'm used to that. I had nightmares since I was a little child and some of them plus than once. After I reached the age of seven they became my seconde shadow. It was like I had an alter-ego. I became so intoverted that in the end people were afraid to touch...

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?

A chapter of my story: Jason's Madhouse - a Silent colline fan fiction

posted by Bond_Of_Fury

Chapter six: Jason’s Madhouse

Jason found himself on the inside of a long, grey colored hallway. He finally found Robbie the Rabbit plushy back. It was odd. It looked like a crimson-red aura emanated from the walls, which caused a ghastly atmosphere. Jason held his plushy as if he was strangling it, and walked slowly, feet par feet, towards the end of the hallway. After every footstep there were moaning sounds to be heard. At the end of the hallway he saw a dusty, worn-out door. Focusing on the door, he walked towards it.

Jason reached towards the wooden doorknob slowly. He tapped the doorknob...

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The True Hunger Games

posted by Hades223

CHAPTER 1

The claustrophobia had finally set in. In this incredibaly long elevator ride to the arena where I was to battle to the death with 23 other kids, fear's cold grip latched onto my heart. Then nervousness had crept its way into my nerves, making me tingly and numb. Now finally, after spending 15 minutes in this freakin' tube, claustrophobia had clotted my mind. With all three fighting for control over me, I was curled in a ball on the floor. Some impressive tribute I turned out to be.
My name is Grazio. No last name. In fact, no last names will be uttered in this entire story, so get...

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Edward POV: Coming Back to Bella

posted by kingdaka44

I had no sense of time passing as I stared at the wall. I couldn't move, couldn't relax the tight ball that my body was curled into. I tried to think of how long I had stayed in this position. I guessed it had been about two months. It had been two months since I last went hunting. I had gone alone, and when I had come back I had collapsed on the floor, unable to move. I wondered vaguely why I didn't feel thirsty. Then I dismissed the thought, for I couldn't feel anything anymore. I just felt numb all over, except in the one place where I would have welcomed the numbness: my mind.
I could...

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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...

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Chapter 1 of ''How there became a Mirai Android 21''

posted by Android_21

Watch out guys for 21!

By:Android_21 How there became a Mirai Android 21
Chapter I:The Androids Attack!!!
____________________Android 21's P.O.V.________________________
It was just like any normal day,except that I was made of metal
and an Android.I had cybernetics placed in my body when I
was 20 par Dr.Gero,a crazy lunitic with issues.He did the same
to my brother and sister only I'm stronger and have special
abilities.I heard 17 laugh,18 sigh,and I just rolled my
eyes."Really bro.?Did toi have to kill him when I a dit I would
spare his life?" I asked, and he just shrugged and laughed.18
sighed again,and...