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posted by peppergirl30
I've decided that I'm uandishi a guide first to my fanfiction. Because if people read the guide and like the storyline, then I'll write it. If they think it isn't good and nobody would read it, then I won't. I don't want to waste energy uandishi this if nobody wants to read it.
First, a little insight on the ''idea'' for this: Honestly, I don't know how it happened. I was just sitting down, reading, and it hit me. Like a smack in the face. What if, somebody came nyumbani one day, all bruised? Bruises on their arms, legs, face, everywhere. And the family shows concern, and wants to know who did it-
But here's the catch: The 'victim' doesn't want to tell. They know who did it, they just won't say who. I know there are probably millions of stories like this- but I just really want to write this. I'll make it unique, my own story. So, here's the plot, characters, and everything wewe need to know for 'Broken and Bruised'.

Arizona Browning: Arizona is the 'victim'. She's one of two siblings, isn't really 'popular' around school, but well-liked. She didn't have any enemies, until now. She's smart, and funny, with a good personality. However, she can be quick tempered, so if somebody insulted Arizona, you'd know right away. She's 14, and a freshman in High School. She's a red-head, tall, and thin. She's also athletic, her biggest dream is to become an Olympic runner.

William Browning: William is Arizona's older brother. He's 16, and a sophomore in High School. Unlike Arizona, he's not totally skinny. He's chubby. He isn't a geek, and he isn't a nerd, but he cares about his grades. Most of the time, he just comes nyumbani and tries to help his parents around the house- since his mother's one of those people that needs everything neat. It has affected him and Arizona- most of their binders and school things are neat too. The difference is that it's impacted zaidi on William, Arizona is zaidi loose.

Morgan Hatchet: morgan is Arizona's best friend. They've known each other for a long time, ever since they were in 2nd Grade and morgan moved to their town. They keep no secrets from each other, and is always there for each other. They're the perfect definition of friendship.

Mia Browning: Mia is Arizona and William's mom. She works as a nurse at a hospital, and loves her job because she feels that nurses have a big job, along with doctors: they help save lives. She feels that the hospital workers are like her sekunde family, and they all care about her family too. She always thinks things through, and rarely loses her temper. She will, however, give severe groundings. She knows how much Arizona hates them- she always wants to be with her friends.

Mark Browning: Mark is Arizona and William's father. He's a ''protective dad'', so to speak, and he has always told his kids to aim for the best, never lower. He's a firm believer in sekunde chances, and miracles, and most importantly, fate. He thinks that everything happens for a reason, so he isn't bothered kwa much. He works as a mechanic, he runs the 'shop', and feels that he has to provide for his family.

David Buck: The policeman/detective that will handle Arizona's ''case''. He'll be investigating about who did this to Arizona, and trying to get her to tell him who did it. He will play an important role in the story, and will become a close family friend kwa the end of the fanfic.

Mrs.Evergreen: She is going to be Arizona's math teacher, and will also play an important role in the story. She's Arizona's inayopendelewa teacher, and will try to aid David Buck in the ''case'' because her daughter works with him. Although, because she's a teacher, there a lot of things that only David can do and she can't.

Ashley Evergreen: Ashley is Mrs.Evergreen's daughter. She's David Buck's assistant, and helps him on most of his cases. She is also assigned to this case, so she will probably be in most of the parts of the story. She's smart as a whip, and can be a very good interrogator. She can see through any lie.

Now, they're will probably be zaidi characters, but they're going to be the main characters, the ones that in the story for the majority of the ''scenes''. I promise I'll try to always use correct grammar, and be as correct as possible with the police matters, because believe me, I'm not an expert on that. It's going to take place in the present, in the United States of America, in a small town where everybody knows each other. (I know it's corny, but kubeba with me.) I also don't know who's POV it's going to be in either so I didn't say it. And I promise that I'm not trying to copy anyone with this. If somebody wrote a fanfic similar to this one, I promise I don't mean to ''steal'' their idea. I just got the idea for this kusoma a magazine. (I was kusoma an Emma Watson interview..) And it just came to me. I feel like I can really make this work. So, please, give me a chance. I think that I could be a good author.
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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These people were crazy and I wasn't thinking that JUST because half of the people in the room were old people.

I pulled at the sleeve of my grey jump suit and alisema nothing. There was nothing for me to say. I was being tested on this hocus pocus. In the end I'll be like any other normal kid and I would go nyumbani with no special power au no animal inside me. Right?

Tiachi got up out of his chair on the elemental side. "Okay Janie. We shall test wewe for your element first. If nothing happens, then we will test wewe for your animal. If something does happen we will test wewe for animal just in case...
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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)
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....
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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!
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...
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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...
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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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posted by HarryPLover
"Aymen."
I finished my prayer and hopped into bed. I was just completely exhausted. So I wouldn't think about how much I missed Matt I kept myself busy. Though it was keeping me busy it mad me very tired. Matt had only been gone 3 days though. Meaning, four zaidi to dread. All I could do was sleep.
The inayofuata morning wasn't as quite, au as awful. I had gotten up way to early and figured I could watch some television. It was 4 in the morning; and just as I was falling asleep to Spongebob's voice a noise came from my computer went off. I skipped to the computer hoping it was Matthew. But, to my surprise...it...
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