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I store deeply into his eyes as he slid his hand close to mine. the heat in the air around me began to heat up, my moyo pounded rapidly against my chest and a feeling of anxiety rushed through my body.

His hand moved too hold mine, he moved it slowly, continuing to gaze into my eyes. The twinkle in his eye turned to a bright shine as the twilight began to rise, Hypnotized, i joined his hand with mine, the burning tension in the air, the smile that arose on his lips, this was perfect.

" I upendo You" he whispered softly in my ear, his breath warm. He brushed his lips against my face and kissed my cheeks. The sound of his lips kissing my cheeks was the only thing i could hear, other than the calming sound of his breathing.

Again, my moyo is racing, but the temptation to press my lips against his was hard to ignore. " i upendo wewe too" i bring my lips closer to his, holding his hands, gently, softly, but somehow, i felt like i was tightly grasping his hands. maybe I'm nervous. Right now, at this very moment, all the feelings of anxiety and fear was just blown away being consumed kwa the power of love. The twilight shone through our lips, we laughed in sync, and then joined our lips.

this is my first... um.. if u think i shud add zaidi coment au message
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A/N: I finished uandishi this about five dakika ago, lol. It's actually a song, but I figured it would fit as a poem as well.

This poem/song was inspired kwa two things: 1) A few of my inayopendelewa anime couples, namely Ed x Winry from Fullmetal Alchemist and Hoshino x Tanabe from Planetes (AWESOME series). And 2) while my dad was in Iraq, he heard "My Immortal" for the first time and alisema he loved the idea behind it...but it was too sad/depressing because "the chorus was in past tense instead of present tense." So he asked me if maybe I could take the same concept and do my own thing with it. I...
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Sorry this is so long and confusing! I promise the inayofuata part will be zaidi exciting! :)

I never realized how much it hurt to be shot. Who would believe that that was the least of my worries? I certainly didn’t, so as I was screaming my head off, all people from around the school came into the band hall to see who was screaming. I suppose they would be a bit disappointed that someone was just shot and no one had gone crazy, which would have been equally entertaining, but there was tension in the room. Kids stood awkwardly around, not knowing what to do. People that had crowded around me earlier...
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posted by mrs-mindfreak
Meredith sat up in the middle of the night screaming. Again. She felt tears wet her eyes at another miserable attempt at sleep. She wanted to pull her sore eyes from her sockets. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t stay asleep. She wasn’t going to get any zaidi sleep tonight, and Meredith knew that. She pulled off the sheets and slowly stood up. She wobbled slightly and held her head. These nightmares were going to be the death of her.
    Meredith crept down the hall and into the jikoni for a little snack. Maybe some warm maziwa would put her to sleep. She reached...
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posted by Cinders
It has been alisema that those with no words often have the most to say.


New York City, circa 1992.

He was quiet, a secret sort of troubled, his hands buried deep into his pockets as he wandered the slums of a black city, a heavy shadow cast over the sky that was too dark for the stars to penetrate.

She was a bloodnut and she watched him from the shadows, her dead moyo rattling inside of her empty chest. She launched herself at him and latched onto his arm like a leech, beginning to beg, offering services in exchange for the substance she craved so much. Just a taste, she said, she promised that...
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 Courtesy of the cartoonist, Clangnuts
Courtesy of the cartoonist, Clangnuts
Ah, the dreaded cliché! The worst feedback a writer can get is, "Well, it sounds sort of cliché, doesn't it?"

All authors want to be original. If someone even mentions that a writer's work reminds them of someone else's, the writer tenses up. "No, no, no, I'm nothing like him," he says swiftly. "I've never even read him."

"Yeah, but it's kinda like him," the reader persists, believing she is giving a compliment rather than an insult. "He's incredible, wewe should read him!"

The thing is-- it should be a compliment when a reader compares your work to...
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posted by mars15
I hate when wewe walk away from me
because I'm always scared that wewe won't be come back
I hate every time i see you
because i always melt like ice scream on sun
I hate every time when I'm not seeing you
because i always think where are you
I hate that you're always in my head
because i can't think about anything else but you
I hate when wewe don't talk with me
because i always think that i did something wrong
I hate that i always try to impress you
but it's like wewe don't see that
I hate every time wewe touch me instinctively
because wewe always make me want to hold you,to kiss you
I hate every time wewe talk...
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posted by thirteen_times
He didn’t want money au fancy cars; all he wanted was to be loved kwa someone, any one at all. He needed someone to care about him, not his wealth, not his ties to the rich and famous, someone that actually cared about him, the boy with bright blue eyes that sparkled in the sunlight, curly raven black hair and a boyish grin permanently plastered on his face hiding the pain of being alone. Yet no one did, all they saw was the heir to the Jeffrey Empire, the boy that was going to inherited it all. The boy, who was the prefect son living up to the Jeffrey name. They never saw the boy’s who’s arms were covered in cuts, the kisu against his skin, the blood dripping down staining the carpet, his eyes closing never to open again. No one read the note tucked into his pocket cause no one cared.
The only sound that could be heard in the large hospital of Melbourne was the continuous beeps from the room in which Jamie's daughter lay.

The white walls and the bright yellow lights were too much for Jamie too take and the swali which he dreaded to ask himself filled his head. First of all why is my precious Stephanie in here? Nothings wrong with her she stayed at Ashley's all weekend. What could have happened? and secondly why hasn't that receptionist stopped staring at me. She hasn't looked away since i sat down.
Jamie looked down at his watch, it was eight in the morning. He had been...
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posted by Cutebutcrazy--
My name is Gennive Mason.
I am 13 years old.
And oh yeah. I'm the last vampirehunter alive.
You pobally think it's so cool. " Oh yeah she's the last vampire hunter alve. wewe must be everyones hero." Wrong. No one and I repeat no one can know about me au Wanyonya damu au warer Mbwa mwitu loups au shape- shifters au witches. wewe see it goes against code. The sacred code of all night creatures even I have to fallow it au I'm dead. kwa law it says if a vampire hunter tells anyone about the night creatuures they send some one then it's bye-bye hunter. Lovley isn't it. I find it kinda ironic. My job is to find and...
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posted by Spotty_Vision21
I shouldn’t have shot the dog. I definitely shouldn’t have shot the dog. Even if he did chew upon my prized drumsticks, and feast upon my freshly-baked brownies. The little white-and-brown terror, Mickey, belonged to my neighbor. My neighbor, an 87-year-old chain-smoker named Mary, rarely left the confines of her living room. She sat, siku in and siku out, as her precious mutts wreaked havoc about the neighborhood.
You can see it! My house, the little beasts have chewed upon everything their gnashing, tiny, sharp little teeth could find. I did my best to keep them out, but the little bastards...
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posted by thirteen_times
There he is just standing there, starring at wewe with puppy dog eyes. He smiles briefly at wewe breaking your heart. It’s all too much so wewe so wewe slam the door. Before the door shuts he sticks his foot in the door way stopping it.
“I just want to talk.”
“There’s nothing to talk about.” wewe lie. wewe don’t want to hear him apologize au even see him. What he did hurt wewe like nothing else could, still wewe knew that wewe loved him and wewe moyo ached for him. wewe wish wewe could turn back time to when wewe both were happy but wewe know that what’s done is done.
“How about us…”...
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posted by gossipgirlxoxo
At lunch I went over and sat inayofuata to Liz, she looked up at me and smiled. “So, you’re talking to me” I said, I opened my can and took a sip out. “Yeah, I forgive you” she said, and then she turned and looked at Adam. “Is that why?” I alisema nodding at Adam. She smiled at me, and giggled. “He’s happy” The word shocked me as they came out of her mouth; I had forgotten that Adam was as Liz tells me ‘unhappy’. I gave her a light smile, I had made him happy. When the kengele went it frightened me I was too Lost in my thoughts to even care about being late, so for a while I just...
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posted by daitheflu4u
A Valentine’s Gift: A Story of Determination

    Every once in a while we face certain challenges in life; whether it would be at work, school, home, au an illness. At times we don’t know if we have the courage and inner strength to get passed our obstacle. And sometimes during our worst obstacles, we can accomplish the unexpected. Depending on the challenges we face in life, we still must keep our dignity, even if we lose the battle.
    The two were unprepared for the siku at the hospital, where Lisa would undergo a biopsy. They thought of the procedure...
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posted by mars15
I need you
from the first moment i saw you
I need you
because you're the air i breathe
I need you
because you're the water i drink
I need you
because just the thought of seeing wewe makes me want to get out of bed
I need you
because wewe can with just one smile make my whole world starts to turning again
I need you
because wewe make me wake up from my the most horrible nightmare without fear
I need you
because wewe can give me hope when i don't have one
I need you
because even if I'm at the bottom,you're always there to help me stand up
I need you
because in this cruel world wewe keep me alive
I need you
because i know that you'll never give up from me
I need you
because when no one believed in me wewe were there to stand up for me
I need you
because you're everything for me
But the most important thing why i need wewe is
because I'll always upendo you!


This was in my head so i just thought to write it
added by vampiress015
Also very funny, don't wewe just wish wewe could do these things yourself?
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posted by TDIlover226
Eddie Krinshaw walked down the side walk of the Ulysses S. Grant comunity park. It was almost dark and the sun was starting to set. He needed to get nyumbani before his curfew, au his parents would get mad. He walked through the park gates, then across the mitaani, mtaa to his house. Just as he was getting ready to do his homework, there was a pounding on his window. He waited until the pounding stopped, then he opened the window to see his friend Vincent Samson standing there with a dart gun in his hands. "What are wewe doing!" alisema Eddie. "I found this cool construction site down town" alisema Vincent.
"And...
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posted by babina
Hey! everyone! thanx for kusoma and commenting on my articles! HOPE wewe ENJOY THIS ONE!

Recap:
When i turned around to look in the direction where she was coming from, i saw that nearly all the people who had been standing there were gone.I looked around and saw some of the kids running into the bathrooms, others entering classrooms which they were not supposed to be in.I thought about hiding in one room that was on the left side near the locker i had hit my head on but before i could even move, i had Mrs.copcon say, "Everyone stop where they are standing".

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