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posted by minniemeg
Siblings fight.

Siblings argue.

Siblings hit.

Yet they always forgive.

But..... what if the sibling was cold?

What if the sibling was cruel?

What if the sibling treated wewe like scum?

What if the sibling was heartless?

What if the sibling worshiped the ground another walked on, while tormenting you?

What if the sibling constantly mocked your social standing?

What if the sibling called your fears ''dumb and irrational''?

What if the sibling would never help you, even in a dire situation?

What if the sibling wanted to hurt you?

What if the sibling blamed others for their hatred of you?

What if the sibling made wewe cry, and then refused to apologize?

What if the sibling hurt wewe like a kisu in the heart?

What if the sibling made wewe nearly burst into sadness every time wewe see them?

What if the sibling caused wewe to think why bother living?

A sibling like this is not a sibling at all.

It is a monster.

A terrible, ignorant monster.


Note: This is dedicated to my brother. I mean every word Sam, every word.
posted by Codby
This is what comes out me in class. When I should pay attention. ;)
Also some funny pictures.

He was crying. The tears weren’t coming fast, they were slow. So slow as a turtle.
They had only this time because when he steps out of this room he will be different, letting no zaidi tears fall. He looked her straight in the eyes. He was still crying but now there was moto and ice in his eyes.

Fire so warm it could freeze every living thing.
Ice so cold that it could burn the whole world.

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Watch me. wewe will be surprised. I’m stronger and faster in many ways. And wewe haven’t...
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Story Is A tafuta For Meaning - Alan Watt [Founder of L.A. Writers' Lab] via FilmCourage.com.
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Red Herrings and Trying To Fool Readers - Andrew Warren
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Act 2 Isn't As Important As wewe Think It Is - Jill Chamberlain via FilmCourage.com.
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posted by liviabutterfly
Chapter [#2]

Narrators POV

An old man in a vazi, pazia walked into the neighborhood in which Olivia lived. Everyone stared at him as he walked around.

Olivia's POV

I smiled brightly as I dived into the ocean, "wait up!!!" Oliver laughed as my five brothers ran after me with surfboards, buggy boards, buckets for picking up sea shells, and dad brought out our special maid sandcastle buckets. They were big and made the best structures ever!!! Plus our family is known for our sand castles/structures. I smiled and dived down, feeling the salty cold water against my skin, it's the best feeling ever. When...
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    I walked for so long, looking for something, not knowing what that someone thing actually was. The sky bleeding with an machungwa, chungwa sunset as the sun moved ever so slowly below the horizon. I stopped in my tracks ans stared for a moment, than went back to searching for my mystery object. This was a great time to take in the woods which have always scared me. It wasn't bad walking through them. everything was machungwa, chungwa from the ending of summer. It was like walking in those stories wewe always hear about. Just then, a soft rustle in the bushes interrupted my thoughts. Not knowing...
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posted by BennieBear27
Chapter One

My alarm went off at 7:00 on the morning February 8th, 2017. I reluctantly sat up on the edge of my kitanda and yawned.

"Morning." I heard a voice say. My eyes were still closed.

"Luna?" I mumble. "That you?"

"Yep." I open my eyes to see Luna Middleton standing three feet diagonal from me.

I shared a room with her, her twin sister Kyla, and my brother Jacob. That's how everyone does here. wewe live with your twin and your SIDA partner.

"So, sleepy head." she smirked. "You gonna get up au what? If not, I'll eat your breakfast for you."

I don't reply and shake my head.

"Oh, come on!" Luna...
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Write hard and clear about what hurts.
-Ernest Hemingway

There is nothing to writing. All wewe do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.
-Ernest Hemingway

Everybody walks past a thousand story ideas every day. The good writers are the ones who see five au six of them. Most people don’t see any.
-Orson Scott Card

For me, uandishi is exploration; and most of the time, I’m surprised where the journey takes me.
-Jack Dann

The hardest thing about uandishi is writing.
-Nora Ephron

If a writer falls in upendo with you, wewe can never die.
-Mik Everett

Don’t try to figure out what other people want to hear from...
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Prologue
The wind was howling like Mbwa mwitu loups in the night, and Will sat shivering in his post. The turret on which he sat overlooked a tall rock ledge that sloped into the ocean.
“Why do I get this bloody post.” he alisema to himself. The air was so cold up there that it sank right into your bones. Even though Will had dressed as warmly as he could with a thick woolen cloak, he could still feel the icy fingers creeping up his back. The moto in the brazier barely helped either.
“Nothing as always.” he alisema as he looked out to the edge of the sea. He had taken to talking to himself when he...
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I went back into the steamy kitchen. Chefs everywhere making different kinds of hamburgers. What am I doing in the hot kitchen? I'm grabbing plates of food. I'm a waitress at Reynolds Diner, a retro 50's diner. It's very popular, and always is busy. . . Like right now! It was hard getting this job, seeing as wewe have to be people friendly, make sure not to spill the food, and having a good memory.
"Excuse me miss, can I have a refill of Coke?" A lady asked me. I nodded my head, and smiled at her.
It was nice working here, seeing as I get paid a nice amount of money, and see a celebrity au a few....
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1 being the best 10 the worst
These vitabu are great for summer kusoma I can honestly say that anyone that reads them will want to read them again.

10. Deacula kwa Bram Stoker
9. The Hobbit kwa Tolken
8. I'm the king of the ngome kwa Susan Hill
7. 1984 kwa George Orwell
6. The secret diary of Adrian mole kwa Sue Townsend
5. Pride and prejudice kwa Jane Austine
4. Jane Eyre kwa charlotte Bronte
3. Lord of the Flies kwa William Golding
2. The curious incident of the dog in the nighttime kwa Mark Haddon
1 Rebecca kwa Daphne du Maurier
posted by ejenk1025
Chapter 2

I pull into the driveway of the cafe. I look into my rear view mirror. I look good. (Laugh) I get out of the car then fix my clothes. I'm ready. Just be yourself. Ok. I'm walking in. Don't fall. Don't fall .. He sees me. Just walk up to him.

"Hey."
"Hey. Glad wewe could make it." alisema Lucas
"I'm glad wewe could make it, too."
"Well. I work here so..." alisema Lucas
"You work here? Cool."
"Yeah. This is actually my mom's cafe. Let me introduce you." alisema Lucas
"Oh goody." I alisema nervously

Good impression. Good impression. Good impression.

"Mom, this is Brooke. Brooke, my mom." alisema Lucas
"Pleasure...
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posted by ZekiYuro
Whatever chakula you're looking for-an all-you-can-eat breakfast,a quick lunch,a romantic dinner-you'll find it in San Francisco.The city is nyumbani to over 4500 restaurants and eating places.And they're not only for tourists.On average,San Franciscans eat out 267 times a year.

You can eat chakula from anywhere in the world,from afghan, afghanistan to Argentinian,and from Vietnamese to vegetarian.With Mexican fast food,Italian bakeries,hundreds of Thai,Chinese,Vietnamese,and Korean restaurants,and in-and-out Japanese noodle shops,it's possible to eat your way round the world during a single San Francisco weekend....
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posted by alicia386
Chapter Five

Mason met Olivia at his inayopendelewa restaurant. It was a perfect siku for a chajio, chakula cha jioni date. The sun was shinny, the clouds were extra white, and the nyasi seemed greener then ever. If only she knew that this was a chajio, chakula cha jioni date. He signed the last autograph for today as Olivia sat across from him at their round table. Her hair was curly and in a ponytail. Then she wore a red dress with a thick, black ukanda in the middle. His sekunde impression of her was still the same, gorgeous. This tarehe was going pretty well but Cassidy dresses better. Mainly because Cassidy is rich but he didn't want to...
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posted by alicia386
Chapter Four

Olivia was extra busy today. Today was the first siku of the movie shoot for Hourglass. Before they could even start recording the movie, the would have to check up on everything. The wardrobe had to perfect. The scenes had to be accurately planned out. Then they had to make sure that all of the camera crew was positioned. Olivia wouldn't be able to receive the permits until tomorrow. So they couldn't start filming until then. She followed closely behind Mason as he did the daily check up.

Mason went straight towards wardrobe and the outfit choices. The outfit for Charlotte's arrival...
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Remembering is just an invention of the mind,
So wewe need not try to remember something,
wewe remember it automatically.
Which is the best thing that wewe could have.

The good times that we had...
It is placed in a portion of your mind.
The bad times that we had...
It is placed in the other part of your mind.

wewe try to forget all of the bad things that happened,
But it is not possible.
It is stuck in you.
The bad things are painted in ink on your heart.

The good things, wewe try to remember.
And they stay.
They never go.
Never leave you.

Remembering is just an invention of the mind.
And, well...I guess I'm happy for that.
So I can remember every friend I've had,
Every boyfriend,
And all the good times.
Every memory will never leave my heart.
They will never be forsaken.
Never.
posted by Problematic129
*Poem I wrote for a class project on the holocaust.
DON'T COPY*
Different in ways they couldn't control
Killed for reasons we do not know
Ranging from ages young to old
The innocent people were taken from homes
Soulless people did not care
That the Jewish were in despair
Concentration camps ending their screams
Breaking apart their families
Not once did they do anything wrong
They opened their mouths and sang a sad song
Years went kwa and zaidi pain came
Until on one very special day
As one we all saved
The survivors of the Holocaust
posted by hatjune
It is 120 years into the future and the Rights Organization is stronger than ever. They are killing zaidi people than ever and there are only three people that can save the World and they are children. Jordan is a thirteen mwaka old witch and is the daughter of the Greek god sun, Apollo. Mark, a fourteen mwaka old wizard who is the son of Demeter. And last but not least Ivy is a thirteen mwaka old daughter of Ares and a great witch. These three children are the worlds only hope. Read Half and Half, The Begining of the End.
Stan, the young donkey, was wandering sadly around the barn. He seemed hopeless and wounded and had no desire to speak to any of his fellow donkeys; even talking to his father was not appealing to him that exact moment. In fact, he was feeling ashamed of having a donkey father. He was ashamed of being a donkey altogether.
As the moon and stars scattered across the dark, blue sky, Stan decided he no longer to wander. He needed some solution, he needed reassurance, and only his grandfather seemed appropriate for that particular job.
Grandpa Roger was sleeping peacefully in the barn. He had become...
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