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posted by dragonsmemory
The Eden Chronicles is the ndoto series I am currently working on. As the series is in progress, I decided to add a club here, allowing you, Reader, to tell me your thoughts.
In uandishi the series, I decided to document the entire history of Eden. I called this place Eden because it is where the spirits of dead wanyama and plants are taken. No humanspirit has ever been pure enough to come here. Eden is a true paradise.
The first book, A Little Bit zaidi Than Love, takes place toward the end of Eden's history. Later in the series, I hope to explain the past. Once I get caught up, I will then document the end of the Eden I have followed. After that, the series ends.
As a sequel to the Eden Chronicles, I plan to write the Dragonknight books, telling of the future, where humans now live in Eden.
The vitabu will document the lives of the kings and queens of the dragons, as well as the lives of commondragons and other beings.
A LITTLE BIT zaidi THAN LOVE, Book 1 of the Eden Chronicles SYNOPSIS
The book is divided into three parts. In Part 1, The Start of Love, two dragoni are guided kwa the Great Ones to find each other. Circumstances lead to Kikikyo, the Crown Prince, saving Twera from a demon. At the conclusion of Part 1, they realize that they have true love.
Part 2 picks up with their first mating flight together. They meet Grithmi, a Pegasus, and Catfokk, a scarlet-and-gold phoenix. Catfokk falls in upendo with a demoness, against the advice of his friends. That relationship causes him to swali everything about the Eden he knows. After the Marafiki save Catfokk from himself, a demon kwa the name of Clakbok invades the Council, bent on killing Kikikyo and Twera.
Kikikyo stands in the way of the demon's fatal strike. Paarthurnax, Kikikyo's aging father, throws himself in front of the demon. With no time to turn aside, the fell beast kills the ancient king. With his last breath, Paarthurnax names Kikikyo as the new king. Clakbok vows to one siku kill the young king.
Part 3, From Death, Life, picks up about two months later. Kikikyo is off hunting for Clakbok, while pregnant Twera is nyumbani at the palace. The fell demon sneaks up on the king and kills him. As he dies, he sends his spirit back to his Twera for one last farewell.
Instead, Twera vows to kill Clakbok. kwa doing so, she would bring her true upendo back from the dead. But, there is one small problem. Twera is nearly due to Lay and she is nearly blind. It would be impossible for her to go out alone, ffind the demon, and kill it.
Twera ffinds a spell that can recall spirits. She summons Paarthurnax for his wisdom and advice. She then travels out to the homes of their old friends, asking for their help. The future looks dark and gray from Twera's point of view. She sets out, knowing her upendo is watching over her, waiting to be brought home.
To tell more, of course, would spoil the story. Below I have sketched out my ideas for some of the other books.
HOPE FOR EDEN
This is the tale of Pandora, the last Queen of Eden's dragons. She is forced into hiding kwa an invasion of humans. Since her parents named her Hope, she knows her destiny is to unite the creatures of Eden and provide a light in the dark room of their future.
IN THE BEGINNING
This story is told kwa an old dragon grandmother. It tells of the formation of the universe from Nothing kwa the Being that would later give rise to the Great Ones. It also tells the story of the first Dragon King, Draco himself.
THE REVOLUTION
This is the story of the Failed Revolution. In it, Crown Prince Rokujo is Enchanted kwa demons into overthrowing and killing his family and his world. This tragic tale tells of the final battle, where many dragoni died. The new ruler set aside the battlefield as a memorial called Wasteland. It would take many centuries ffor the population to recover.

This is only a small sample of the stories of Eden. Another series, Encounter, will trace the interactions between humans and magic through history, literature, and my imagination.
posted by woofbark
This is based on a true story, which has been featured on a few ghost shows. However, I tweaked this "ghost story" a little, and I hope wewe enjoy!



Sariff was a kind and beautiful woman who spent most of her life around the calm, cool waters of an unnamed lake.

It was there she swam.
It was there she read.
It was there she surfed.
It was there, on July Fourth, 1990, Sariff was murdered.

No one knew who it was, besides the fact that he was a man. And maybe, that had something to do with the fact that only men drowned at Sariff Lake.

Twenty men a mwaka died, despite a large amount of lifeguards....
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posted by MissMuffin38
The three boys turned around to see three girls standing before them. Them three girls were Amelia, Emma, and Grace. These were the girls they were meeting. Daniel's voice was shaking but he managed to get some words out: "Hi. How are you?" He said, almost stumbling on his words. "We're fine thankyou. So where are we going?" Amelia replied, giving them her most angelic smile. "Erm, anywhere wewe want!" Daniel answered her, still stammering. "How about the sweet shop? We haven't been there for a while." Emma asked, inaonyesha a smile too. "Yeah, sure!" Tommy replied to her, looking at the other...
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I'm thinking of wewe in my sleepless solitude tonight...

Becoming Tangled in sheets of satin, I rolled to my side and slowly opened an eye, spotting the black outline of a figure lingering in the doorway. Confused, I propped myself up on an elbow and squinted, trying to make out the figure in the darkness. "Matthew?" I called out softly, pulling the sheets up to cover exposed flesh. The figure moved closer without a word, shutting the bedroom door. For a moment I questioned whether au not the illusions had returned. While I wasn't seeing Lex, I was thinking of him. Fear and anxiety washed over...
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They always alisema that I was a bit mad.

    I guess that’s why I hear bumble bees and geckos talking to me, and not about allergies au how to save money on my car insurance.

You see my dad and my mom is traveling the world for fun. My dad got me some teachers just for me so I won’t have to be in school with the normal kids. But I think it would be fun. I could have real Marafiki instead of no one. Also I could also see some real doctors about some of the things that I think of. They are strange. My fathers doctors say that I am perfectly fine, don’t worry, mentally fine,...
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posted by sweetpea92
The Last Goodbye

I am standing on my tiptoes with my arms around him and he is bending down so that I can reach. There are tears of joy, and cheering. It is too loud to hear even my own thoughts but somehow I still manage to hear the sound of my moyo in my ears as I cling to my friend. After a long moment, we both pull back slightly and my hands slide over the strange fabric of his bright blue graduation gown. I look up at him knowing this could be the last times I see my most treasured friends. His hand leaves my shoulder, and he places it lightly on my face. My moyo nearly stops as something...
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posted by irena83
~ Chapter 1: Dreams

Love. Unconditional and pure upendo was there, found in their hearts. Feelings, pure and strong lived from siku to day.
But the days were cold. Cold wind froze their dreams.
A child was born.
Dreams, spreading its roots, now slowly fade.
But still live and last in the hearts of the dreamers.
A child wasn't a part of a dream, though.
It wasn't. But upendo was still there, although destroyed kwa many issues, it started fading slowly like a smothered flame.
Mother's eyes was full of hope and moyo full of love, so pure, so gentle.
She knew. Life won't be maziwa and honey, though she must be strong.
Looking at her baby girl, happy and sad in the same time, so many thoughts were flying through her head.
So many questions, perhaps a small dose of regret.
She felt sadness inside.
upendo was still there, that pure upendo that kept them alive, though these dreams they both had were somehow far and unreal.
A flame of upendo was still burning...
posted by Angelcatz11
Texas Rancho Viejo 1942

Bonnie's POV
I walked quickly down the dusty dirt road, I kicked and scrapped pebbels, It was hot and dry today, another great thing when your isolated! *CRASH* I gasped, I slowed to a stop and carfully and slowwly turned around. Behind me stood a man. He had wild brown hair and blue piercing eyes, He held a gun and a charcol covered teddy bear. He smiled and inchined twords me. "Whoa pardner, who are you?" I asked in my thick texian accent. "I am a friend" He alisema kindly. I suspiciously eyed him up and down. I reached into my back pocket and gripped my fingers around a gun I found. "Dont be afraid i'll make it all better" He moved closer to me, I panicked.Is this the phantom murder? I thought. I pulled out my gun and aimed it at him. "I dont think wewe will"
I alisema sweetly, then I triggered it and shot him, he fell to the ground stunned. I smiled. When your isolated in texas wewe cant trust anyone. and i mean ANYONE.
True upendo knows no bounderies *sigh* You'll never know what that means, unless you're me. True upendo doesn't care what one looks like. True upendo doesn't care who au WHAT wewe are. I am probably the only one who fully understands this.

You're upendo could be the cute guy who smiles at wewe in class, he could be the one who helped wewe stand up after wewe fallen. He could be you're best friend...Or someone who has truly been there all along, etc. Thats me. I'm an etc.

For those of wewe that don't know me my name is Luna. My parents are hippy freaks who named my sister, Star, and I after natural beuties....
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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...
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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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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.
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)
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...
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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. . .
(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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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.
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....
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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!
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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posted by I_DONT-KNOW
HIII, WELL WHAT HAS BEEN HAPPENING? ROBYN, RICK, JADEN EVEAN JOCE LILY Rose Zander AND LUKE, HAVE ALL WENT INTO THE WOODLAND TO FIND GEMMA AND BRINGHER HOME, BUT WILL THEY ALL MAKE IT BACK OUT?



I woke up groggily, and was startled when i felt someones arms around my waist, i gently rubbed my hands tentively up then. Jaden. He has to songesha before anyone wakes up, i turned onto my other side so that i was facing him, "Jaden," i Whispered shaking him slightly, he snorted and opened his eyes, he seemed surprised to see me like i had, "You have to go back to where wewe where, if they see wewe the...
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