uandishi Article: BAD MEMORIES CHAPTER 4

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posted by r260897

Zean sat on his kitanda with his Zeal. He looked at “her” with upendo but pain in his eyes. He was about to play something but stopped when his door was knocked. It was Ben. “ Ben, what are wewe doing here? Its mid…” he wasn’t completed when Ben alisema “its just 4:45 p.m. it isn’t midnight. Zean, I don’t know about you. But I know our Zean. Please don’t try to bury your past in your moyo coz it will occupy the room, which happiness and joy should own. It isn’t midnight and neither your life…. Don’t make it midnight. Well gotta go. I promised Ilm to teach him to play drums, he would be waiting. Bye” “Ben…” Ben was about to open the door when Zean called him. Ben turned back with smile and looked at him. “ didn’t wewe forget something?” he asked “ nopes … I didn’t” alisema Ben. Then only Ilm came with delight “we are going to watch out latest blockbuster…..me, Mira, and everyone. We’ll see wewe later” “ohk bye bring me some chocolates” alisema Ben. Again he stood up but this time Zean also stood up. He alisema “ Ben I wanna talk…. If wewe have time..” Ben alisema “ oh yeah of course I do have…” “ but your schedule..?” asked Zean… “ I can give up my schedule for wewe my friend” alisema Ben. Those two boys sat together reducing the volume of T.V. Zean started with “ Ben….. I ….”
(WELLA GUYS STORY IS ABOUT TO END.. inayofuata CHAPTER WOULD BE LAST ONE…..SOOOOOOOOOOP WAITA FOR IT
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The girl who cried mbwa mwitu chapter 3

posted by greenstergirl

Chapter 3

In front of me was a world like no other. Danny called it BOES but it was nowhere near being a building. There were trees everywhere. In the distance were a couple mountains. There were so many plants, trees, flowers, lakes, ponds, and hills that it could almost be described as a fairy world. I almost thought it was a fairy world from seeing a bunch of pretty mermaids in the ponds, gigantic moto breathing dragoni in the sky, naiads, centaurs, and many zaidi mythological wanyama that I can’t name. There were even real animals, like elephants and cats, cheetahs,...

The Troubled Series

posted by kaylap1410

We were all different, all chosen for different reasons. Some of us african american, some as white as can be. But in a way we were all the same. That is the reason they chose us, followed us since birth. Macy was one of the richest children alive, but when her parents died in a car accident she was left with nothing. Being underaged, the bank had the entitlement to take all her parents money, leaving her to fend for herself on the streets. Hunter's house caught on moto and destroyed his mother's locket. The last thing he had of her, the last thing that kept him happy. Lila was only two years...

Never to late Preface/chapter one. part one

posted by Funnygirl77

Okay first of let me start out kwa saying that I know this (meaning my title is a song.) So plz don't say anything about it. sekunde This story is not fully developed, me and my friend only have chapter one and we don't even know what it's about yet lol. the last thing i need to say is that i can not spell, okay! so if wewe don't have anything nice to say plz don't say it at all. now the story hope wewe enjoy. :)p.s that doesn't me wewe cant tell me what wewe think of the story, if u thought it was bad say so, but in a nice way. don't destroy my dream!!! Okay now the story.
Preface
I hid my eyes...

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When Dreams Become Reality Chapter 3

posted by I_DONT-KNOW

Here is the end of the last chapter!

Alexis was wandering in the huge feilds that were behind her new school. The long nyasi was up to her thighs and every now and then one stray peice would some how tickle her bare skin, making her angry. She wasnt in the mood to laugh. The sun was still glowing but the fields seemed gloomy and cold. It was cold. Alexis rubbed her arms heating them up slightly. Once she felt that she had walked far enough she flattened some of the long nyasi and sat down, lying back on the nyasi and watching the clouds go by. Her long golden hair flowed kwa her sides. She pulled...

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Running (poem)

posted by EmzLovesCheryl

Always running
All the time,
Chasing a dream
As I follow the signs.
Out of breath
I miss a turn,
I wander the paths
Ready to learn.

I start to get impatient
I'm working so hard,
So how come I'm not there yet
I've played all my cards.
Life is like a rollercoaster
Mine never stops,
It takes me round in circles
Back to the start.

There are so many highs and lows
Yet they''re all the same,
I need a change of track
Something different to my name.
Each step I take aches my body
And I'm waiting for the day,
That a different train will come along
And take me a different way.

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Hope (poem)

posted by EmzLovesCheryl

Dusty Streets
A blazing sun,
chakula and Water
There is none.
Living on hope
Crying out,
Helping others
Around and about.

Children Shouting
They wail and cry,
Willing for a change
A signal, a sign.
They're grateful for everytihng
Whatever comes their way,
They're constantly working
All night, all day.

The air is filthy
They cough and they weep,
They want to survive
They sniffle and sleep.
Begging off strangers
It's all they can do,
Someone to help them
It could be you.

-Emily Eaton (13)

Never Been In upendo - Chapter One

posted by kateeuy

Amerie sat at her table, staring at a young man who sat directly opposite from her. He wore a black suit with a black and white mask covering his face. She turned around to seek her best friend Jen, smiling at her. Amerie then turned back around to see that the man had disappeared. The feel of someones breath suddenly blew on her neck. As she turned around, she saw the man standing behind her with his hand out. "Would wewe like to dance" asked the man politely. "I'd upendo to" Amerie replied, taking his hand.

As they danced under the sparkle of the disco ball, the energy of the night was exstatic....

My attempt at a story ( The Clock Keeps Ticking siku 1)

posted by Buddy8fnj

My bike popped up a speed bump and sent me sailing mbele a few feet, until i landed and bumbped the last half a mile to my normal little house of the corner of Clock Street. I skidded to a stop and threw my bike in the garage, then went inside.

"Hey...Mom, I'm home!" I called. I called a few times after that, then i got into the jikoni and saw the usual yellow sticky note on the fridge. "Off at work, very important, pizza in the fridge." I sighed and tore the stick night off, then ripped it up and chucked it in the trash.

I was up in my room on my laptop when it all began. There was a ding...

upendo kills Chapter 25

posted by hannah_vampire

A poem danced in my head “Something maybe Taken but its not Lost” Dylan had attacked and miles stood watching speaking “Loka please you’re as much As synotta, you’re evil and full of darkness”. I was pushed and bite and stabbed until they backed up and I saw what they were seeing wolves! “ aw are the Ishavaka scared of the big bad wolves”.

Tilly chased after them with hunter and josh, Wounded I was and this was about to get
A whole lot worse “ WHAT THE HECK WERE wewe THINGKING” Oni made me smile and I had to stop myself from bursting out into laughter but then sefo walked...

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wewe Know You're A Writer When...

posted by Phangirl7

wewe Know You're A Writer When. . .
(feel free to agree au disagree with any of these.)

-You skip meals au don't eat as much because you're too eager to get back to the story wewe were working on. (Yeah, I did this at lunch today. Deliberatly stopped eating early 'cause I had to get back to my story.)

-You have a notebook and pen au pencil that wewe carry everywhere. (Mine's right here inayofuata to me.)

-You freak out if ANYTHING happens to alisema notebook. (I start going ballistic if I even set it down in a different place and it takes me a dakika to remember where I set it.)

-You listen to songs and think,...

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Being Strong.......

posted by hikaru13

I have a secret: I'm afraid. I'm terribly afraid that I AM GOING TO DIE. I didn't ask for leukemia. Nor did I expect it. Especially not chronic myelogenous leukemia. Especially when chronic myelogenous leukemia tends to affect the OLDER males, and I'm only what, 14?

But do wewe know why it has to be a secret? I have a family: my dad and Jae, my youngest sister. [Yeah, I have two more, but, they're out of my life at the moment.] They cried their hearts out once I was diagnosed. They were afraid that they'd lose another family member--after all, my mother passed away after a car accident. I promised to be strong. For Dad. For Jae. For Mom.

But if being strong means that I have to hold back all these tears, that I have to surpress all my fear in order to comfort my family, sometimes I wish I didn't make that promise.

Elaine and Cassie part 1

posted by alliXcobber

Cassie
I dragged my feet through the cold gray slush and shoved my hands deeper in my pockets. i hurried down the mitaani, mtaa with my head hung. Icy bits of hail pelted my back as they hurtled down from the dark, November sky above. As i entered the doors of the hospital, a strong balst of warm air hit me. i whipped the folded sheet of paper of out my cold pocket and warily walked up to the front desk. My dark brown hair hung like icicles.
"I'm Cassandra Little. I'm here to see Elaine Turner," i muttered.

Elaine
I coulnt move. i couldnt eat. i coulnt drink. i couldnt think. i coulnt even breathe right....

He is staring at me! (Chapter one)

posted by lovepop

I was in the class the other day, and Mrs.Crosswaer was handing out new assignments. And he stared at me! Oh his name is Sam, and he was staring at me dreamly!!!!!!!!!!!
It was sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo cooooooooooooooool!

I am SO SORRY! It had to be lonfer so yeah!

The factory (just a temporary titel)

posted by QueridaPantufa

It was winter 1957. Everything was covered in snow and ice. It was the coldest time of the year. Especially for John Keensley. At the moment he was lying in the park, on a bench. He had put some old newspapers on him, trying to get a little bit warmer. It didn’t matter anyway, since it was snowing all night long. He hadn’t slept for about four nights now. Not since he escaped his prison, the orphanage. Now he was caught in a whole new prison. He spent the whole siku trying to find food. He didn’t have any money though, so sometimes he aliiba some chakula to get through the day. When it started...

back yard world part 2 finding sintareea

posted by fly210

The siku Liz steped foot in her grandma's old house there was a strang feeling in the air. When Liz stoped unpacking she went out to the little town that she and her Marafiki had made. The town was in a crest of bushes and trees. Liz got some of her toys and went out side to the town. She had started playing with her dolls when she saw a pink butterfly, kipepeo flying around her. Liz got up and tryed to get it but it went through a kichaka on the right side inayofuata to the house. Liz looked at the buch but she saw a brown thing. Liz crawled under the kichaka and saw the brown thing covered with vines. Liz cleared...

Hidden in the darkness (lies the ugly truth) chapter four

posted by I_DONT-KNOW

hujambo guys, i hope u like this one......

Destiny.i found it just where i was trying to
hide from it.

I dragged Jared into the side, and leaned him up against the wall. I used my sleve to wipe the most of his blood from his face, and checked the rest of his body. he seemed intact. I took another shaky breath to calm myself down; all that mattered was finding out the truth. I laughed, but it sounded; wrong. I dint nottice that jared had woke from the startled sound, and was staring at me shocked. i turned around to face him, and stopped abruptly. his eyes flicked to the blood on my sleve, and back...

One lonely sunday afternoon - song

posted by Aquamarina

I know it's short, I made it just for fun :)

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One lonely sunday afternoon
I sit in my chamber and have nothing to do
My upendo is far away
I wonder if (s)he's already forgotten me

So I sadly watch the sky
See the raindrops passing by

One looonely sunday afternooon...
One looonely sunday afternoon

One lonely sunday afternoon
I'm even as my flowers still out of bloom
I find some old photos, covered with dust
I cannot forget wewe although I know that I must

So I sadly let them fly
And this time I have to cry

One looonely sunday afternooon...
One looonely sunday afternoon

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I've Always Been Different Chapter Four "Forever"

posted by M169

A car crash, could my parents be that careless that I can’t even get a ride nyumbani from the hospital without getting in another life threatening situation? Could they care so little about my safety and well being that they’d almost kill me again? “I CAN’T DO THIS ANYMORE!” I hear I boys’ voice shout stridently. It was Matt, “I can’t just be your guardian angel! I have to be with wewe forever now! Why can’t wewe stay out of trouble Elizzy?” No one’s ever called me that before, not my parents, babysitters, friends, au even crazy old people…I like it! “Is that why wewe abandoned...

Leaving Ilias: Swept Away Chap. 1

posted by ButteBaby_K

An image found that somewhat looks like the image of Phim I had in my head. ")

Chapter 1: Lost in my own world of thought, a common occurrence, the rain left me like always. I remained standing moving with breeze, as the rain receded leaving me pondering my thoughts. I smiled to myself. Ilias, my name was derived from his. I was born in a great time of sorrow, called Ravasn; for that was the name of death, which there was much of nearly 15 years zamani on the siku of my beginning. A massive drought had plagued Phim for 7 years for the rain spirit was greatly wounded kwa the indecency of my people. They had Lost his trust and his respect, and I was the solution. My mother had...

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Please Review: An exerpt from a new story

posted by musicfanaticXD

So I had a really deep idea for a story, but I couldn't really start it. So instead I kind of started uandishi it from a plot point halfway through. I would upendo some feedback!!!

He looked at the dresser, fingering all the small things on top. The bottle of Marc Jacobs perfume, the skull and crossbone earrings, and the hairbrush that had “Maddy Starr” etched into the slender wooden handle. Everything about it was so perfect; he began to wonder what this girl was doing here, with him. He’d told himself he’d never find the perfect woman, and there she was; ready to fall right into his arms....