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posted by ZekiYuro
After an upbringing in New Zealand and a spell uigizaji in her own country,Nyree Dawn Porter made London her home.Interview kwa Alan O'Kelly.

Nyree Dawn Porter made her first stage appearance at the age of 3.Playing the part of a ladybird in an amateur production of Noah's Ark,she walked onto the stage and into the lights to delighted applause and laughter.

'It stopped me dead and instead of joining the other performers I walked down to the front of the stage to find out what that noise was.'

'That noise' has Charmed her ever since and in a long,successful career,both on the theatre stage and on television,she has received plenty of it.

Nyree was born on the north island of New Zealand.Her father was a butcher who later became a developer and a businessman.She was aliyopewa the Maori name of Ngaire which was later changed to its present English form as nobody could pronounce it.

Nyree speaks lovingly of her father Ken,who was warm and affectionate and loved muziki passionately.For a long time she was an only child,but when her sister,Merle Isabel,came along,the happy family should have been complete.

Sadly,that didn't happen.'My parents were like oil and water,'explains Nyree.'They simply couldn't live together.My father's work kept him away from nyumbani but I think it was partly because he found it difficult to live with my mother.'

As a result,Nyree remembers her childhood as being sad but productive.She has a nervous stammer and was so shy and quiet that her teachers became extremely worried about her.She found her release through books,paiting and ballet.

'I didn't like school and I spent most of my time in my head.One of the teachers noticed that.She'd say,'I'm not going to repeat that for Nyree Porter because she's not listening anyway.No doubt she'll let me have the sketch she's doing under the desk.'

A teacher named Jim Goodall came to her rescue kwa encouraging her to do well and kwa making her president of the drama club.A sekunde influential person was another teacher,who had spent a lot of time in England and France.The teacher's enthusiasm helped Nyree to use her natural gift for French and she also encouraged Nyree to act.

kwa the time she left school,Nyree has passed all the required exams for teaching ballet.She had her own dance studio and enjoyed her work.But something told her that at some stage she would have to leave New Zealand to find full satisfaction.

'I was uigizaji in a local amateur production when a woman came to my dressing room and asked me if I had ever considered uigizaji as a career.She was the wife of a leading actor at the New Zealand National Theatre.Her car had broken down outside and that was the only reason she had come it.She arranged for me to try for a role in an American comedy called The Solid dhahabu Cadillac.'

Against hundreds of other actors,Nyree was aliyopewa the part.She had no hesitation in giving up everything to act and within 2 years had been brought to England kwa a famous film producer.

'I upendo London and my lucky break came when I was aliyopewa a letter of introduction to Hazel Vincent Wallace at the Leatherhead Theatre.I got a job in a Chrismas show,both uigizaji and dancing.'

Nyree Dawn Porter has adopted England,and England has adopted her,too.She has lived in England ever since,although she does visit her old nyumbani and regularly works in Australia.
I starred down at the skinny "liar" in my hands.I couldn't be pregnant.Pregnancy test could be wrong right?At that moment I didn't know whether i should scream au pass out."What happened to perfect little Annie?" I thought to myself."The one who had gotten into a ivy league school and would be attending in the fall?Well she was gone now,along with her virginity."
In case wewe hadn't figured it out already,I'm Annie,Annie Green and I'm PREGNANT!Shivers went down my spine as the words echoed in my head.This was my fault;and Emett's of course.Emett is the "thing's" father."That's even if I have...
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posted by VAMPirella1997
this my poem...I just wrote it randomly...Don't know if it's any good...what do wewe think?

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If wewe upendo him,
Tell him so.
If wewe upendo him,
Tell him not to go.

The very worst,
He can do,
The very worst,
He can do is say no.

Don’t hide away,
Wishing all day,
Don’t hide away,
Just come out and say.

“Yes, I upendo you,
I’ve told wewe so.
And if wewe upendo me,
Please don’t go.”

“Yes, I upendo you,
I’ve told wewe so.
And if wewe upendo me,
Please don’t go.”

“Please, please,
Please don’t go.
Please, please.
Please, please don’t go.”

So, if wewe upendo him,
Tell him so.
If wewe upendo him,
Tell him not to go.

The very worst,
He can do,
The very worst,
He can do is say no.
posted by lilacool
Little raindrops shiny,silver,
Dropping silently into the river.
A girl sitting quiet,alone,
Her smile is fading,her hope is gone.
It faded really long ago,
That sounds sad,i know.
She quickly wipes away a tear,
It's her secret so no one can hear.
She secretly cries every night,
It's her fate,so she cant fight.
She touches a raindrop and goes back inside,
She is so lost,she's losing her pride.
All she asks for is a friend,
Someone to be there and understand.
So help her to make her dream come true,
There's always something wewe can do.
posted by shomill
He has moto in his eyes.

Burning, flaming, blazing with his fury,
But not at me,
Never at me,
For I am his love,
The one he holds above
All others. His fury
Is for those who would harm me,
Who would dare to bring uchungu, chungu tears to my eyes.
They alone see the full fury of his fire.

He has moto in his eyes.

They sparkle when he smiles,
Crackling moto behind dark irises.
They are beautiful because of the firelight behind them.
What is he thinking of as he smiles at me,
The flames in his eyes gleaming brightly?
He's thinking of the thing we both hold dear,
The treasured, precious upendo we share.

He has moto in his...
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One of them charged at Marley while he was on the ground. He jumped up, the beast missed him, but he landed on the back of the other one. He tried to weigh it down (Which was just ridiculous to try in the first place), it didn’t work. Alec quickly jumped on the beast with Marley, as they tried to throw the beast to the ground together. The first beast rammed into the sekunde one, it barely felt it, but Marley and Alec fly four metres into the air. Opal came out and slashed on first one with her nails, as her eyes turn rose. Marley and Alec landed; they both stood up and took a battle stance,...
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posted by Bella_Swan3
I'm losing my mind, Taylor thought as she gripped the edge of the vanity table, almost splintering it. A few shards of glass on juu of it were enough to tell her that her face was painted with her black tears.

I need to find out, she thought desperately. Even if it hurts. Even if the truth hurts worse than an outright lie.

Lie. So seemingly small and insignificant, and yet it could go unnoticed, almost like it could be alisema and then forgotten immediately.

Lies are like a temporary fix. They solve most problems, but they will soon unravel and tear even worse than before.

Glass. Why can't I break...
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posted by T-lover
what I'm uandishi isn't exactly an makala , but I hope wewe will enjoy it ^_^ ..

Girl; Do I ever kuvuka, msalaba you'r mind ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Do wewe like me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Do wewe want me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Would wewe cry if I left ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Would wewe live for me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Would wewe do anything for me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Choose me au you'r life ?
Boy; My life .

The girl runs away in shock and pain and the boy runs after her and says ....

*The reason wewe never kuvuka, msalaba my mind is because wewe are always on my mind .
*The reason why I don't like wewe is because I upendo wewe .
*The reason I don't want wewe is because I need wewe .
*The reason I wouldn't cry if wewe left is because I would die if wewe left .
*The reason I wouldn't live for wewe is because I would die for wewe .
*The reason why I'm not willing to do wewe anything for wewe is because I would do everything for wewe .
*The reason I chose my life is because wewe are my life .
posted by Bella_Swan3
Taylor had never shadow-walked with no destination in mind. Shadow walking was something she was slightly afraid to do. It made her feel unbalanced, as if she had been aliyopewa too much control. Like standing on the edge of a cliff, the wind pushing wewe to jump, and some part of wewe secretly wanting to succumb to it's persuasive power.

She opened her eyes to the flat, glassy expanse of water in front of her. The tiny sliver of the moon was distorted kwa the waves.

Granted, shadow walking allowed her to appear wherever she wanted, but to her, it also served as a constant reminder that she was not...
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slowly climbing

inch kwa inch

bringing me closer

to my doom

butterflies of

anticipation

flutter nervously

in my stomach

knuckles whiten

jaws clench

what have I

gotten myself into

the suspense

is killing me

I'm going to hate it

I'm going to upendo it

I might lose my lunch

but I don't care

heaven help me

here it comes...

...

I hold my breath...

...

and then
I scream
my stomach
drops
my breath
is stolen
my heart
is pounding
adrenaline
courses
through
my veins
amid screams
of sweet terror
I fling up
my hands
and ride on
the wings
of Thrill!
posted by gossipgirlxoxo
I walked in and saw Dawn and Thor. I walked over and gave them both a look. “Where are mom and dad” I asked looking around the house. Dawn smile. “Still in Australia” I looked at Dawn with a confused smile. “Well then what’s going on” I asked. I was angry at Thor and Dawn and not because of Liz au that mom and dad were still in Australia, but because they weren’t telling me anything. “Well?” I asked. Thor looked at me but he didn’t smile he just stared at me. “We were told to go home, we don’t know anything” he alisema in a mtulivu, clam voice. I heard a bang, I turned and saw...
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posted by CheeryDavis
Hi, so this is my first story put on here! It's in poem style so i thought what the nyasi, nyasi kavu i'll post it! so here it is:

the sky turns black and gray
all the color withers away
but in your arms i will stay
come what may

the lights could dim
the sky could fall
the world could stand still
but your arms are all i can feel
and in them i will stay
come what may

the waves come crashing
pulling me into the deep
but your arms are all i can feel washing over me
and as wewe pull me up and hold me close
i know that wewe will never let go
in your arms i will stay come what may

the sky shines bright for the first time is...
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posted by iluvtheshow
I remember the siku I fell in love.
Not just simple love.
No, this was head over heels, I'd die for wewe love.
I remember where I fell in love.
A small middle school in a small town.
A place wewe could easily miss.
I remember the my matchmaker.
A short women, but with zaidi moto then wewe could ever imagine.
zaidi passion for what she does then I had ever seen.
I remember my girlfriends who were with me.
My athletic, sassy, fun-loving chicks.
My flirting consultants.
I remember him.
Good God, he was beautiful.
Yes, I remember the siku I fell in love.
True Love.
Head over heels love.
With..................
Basketball.

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This is dedicated to my first real mpira wa kikapu coach. She taught me not just how to play basketball, but how to be part of a team. I have so much respect for her and I know I should thank her everyday for helping me fall in love. For Coach Joy.
posted by CullensFinest13
wewe hurt me I hope wewe die I cant belive I trusted wewe I cant belive I loved wewe I cant belive I stayed up and worried that wewe wouldnt call. I cant belive that i loved wewe i trusted wewe and cared for you. im tired of wewe its time i let wewe go but your always there wewe wont leave me alone...its time for wewe to leave so never come back walk out of my life i am going to lock my door and never let wewe back in stay out so i can be happy wewe need wewe need to die let me live my own life wewe shouldnt be controlling me anymore im not property im a human and i dont belong to the likes of you, wewe were...
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posted by vampiress015
I presuming we all joined this spot 'cos we upendo to write, right? If so then wewe all know what I'm talking about when I say that we all upendo our main characters and sometimes want to make them the best people in the world.

B-O-R-I-N-G

Yes, we want to make our main character gets the best out of the story, since it's their story. But if they're the best people in the world it doesn't really make them believable and then the reader just doesn't care about them (which is hard to understand cos we as the writer upendo em, but unfortunantley it's true)

So here is my step-by-step guide to make sure that...
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posted by Sweet_Pants
Just a poem. I hope it isn't much of a bother to rate.

I dream of all things

Uncertain of dark deeds and pasts

Within these thoughts as dark as sea

When once those wings of black

Hung over all

Shadowing but of the wretched white

That blinds me of all beauty.

I dream of all things

From happiness to highs

Let down these pills

au I’m gone, retreat inside my mind

Where none but the darkest thoughts

Swallowing twilight

I dream of all things

From the stories told kwa hidden scars

Unable to onyesha themselves

Under this intense scrutiny

That makes up this world’s attire

To the times that I could be happy

Without a drug to create

The much-needed illusion...


I dream of all things
No matter of their contents
Because, well,
Nightmares are still dreams.
posted by mrs-mindfreak
I decided to do a story where I put my iPod on shuffle and start writing. Lucky for me, all the songs were basically sad au angry music. So this is what I came up with :)

The rain pattered on the windows drowsily, drowning out Alana’s choking sobs. She sat in her inayopendelewa wooden rocker, and buried her face in her hands miserably. Her black hair clung to her sweaty face. Her clammy palms were wet from tears. She never wanted to songesha from that spot again. Although she was filled with irrevocable remorse, she felt comfortable there. No one in the house, rain falling softly outside, and just...
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‘You shouldn't have shot the dog.’ That single thought reverberated inside my head, knocking from side to side, smashing at the sides of my skull until I had to put my hands to my temples in a futile attempt to stop the pain. The man sitting inayofuata to me took a swig of his whiskey, the glass bottle knocking against his yellowed and rotten teeth. His other hand held onto the steering wheel, maneuvering the car down the winding and deserted stretch of highway. I leaned my head against the cool glass of the passenger side window, willing my head to stop pounding. From the radio, the soft strains...
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 The Writer Behind the Words
The Writer Behind the Words
Luck has little to do with link. A long lasting uandishi career doesn’t just happen. A writer can burst onto the scene and quickly disappear. Another can have a series of hits then write a bunch of flops and never be heard from again. The difference between a long lasting career and one that burns out is strategy. Here are seven rules to help wewe find the right strategy for wewe and get wewe started on your journey to long lasting success.

Learn the power of focus. For most of us, we have zaidi than enough to do on a daily basis. And when it comes to any uandishi project the orodha can grow exponentially-...
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The fragrance of scotch pine and blue spruce is pungent in the air, amplified kwa the heat of late June. au so wewe think it is June. This place feels oddly void of time. wewe open your eyes to see a sun hazed over kwa stratus clouds. From all angles wewe spy familiar wooden structures.
You are back.

You sit up with your legs tucked under your bottom and bask in the estival air and all of the scents that waft within it. wewe furrow your brows, thinking that it is not as clean as before. Even so, the place hums with earthy energy. A stronger gust of wind picks up the hem of your shati and flutters...
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wewe wake up under a shady willow with a vague semblance of what wewe had dreamt.
You have dozed off again. And no wonder, there is a good book in your lap and your inayopendelewa songs are still crackling through your earbuds. wewe ought to replace them, they are going bad. wewe pull them out and decide to listen to nature’s muziki instead. The soft gurgle of the pond coupled with catkins rustling against each other has always been your inayopendelewa blend of sounds. Every now and again your ear is filled with the nearly undetectable buzz of a cicada humming past. wewe aren’t quite sure, but wewe think that...
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