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posted by Slinkywaffle
Tides
The sky was a canvas painted with pastels. Just before the sun truly alisema goodbye, it hung in the sky. Her eyes sparkled and her hair shinned with the last light of day. Salt water filled her lungs as she took a deep breath. Sand began to cave in on her feet when she tried to songesha them from where they were. She stared once zaidi at the now deserted beach, pwani and thought, maybe a little longer? But no, she couldn’t. She was too good to break her parent’s curfew, and with the first siku of school nearing, she knew she needed a good nights sleep. She slowly brought herself to her feet and grabbed her things. As she left she heard a boy’s voice behind her, “Wait up!” She swiveled around to see a handsome boy, not much older than her, jogging with something in his hand. To shocked to speak, she stood there, waiting. The boy was tall, tan, and had gorgeous brown eyes. His hair was cut neatly, but yet, it still looked shaggy, “You dropped this.” He held out his hand and inside of them were her inayopendelewa sunglasses.
“Oh!” She gasped, “Thank you! These are my best pair!” She exclaimed, brushing off some sand that had stuck to the lens.
“Well, be sure to watch them zaidi carefully.” He alisema teasingly. She giggled and he laughed. At that moment, bells and chimes began going off from what sounded like far off in the distance, when in reality, it was only in her purse.
“It’s my mother.” She alisema to the boy,
“Hello mother?”
“Where are you?”
“On my way I swear! I just dropped my…”
“Well hurry! First siku of school tomorrow and it’s almost past your curfew! wewe know how your father gets!”
“All right, goodbye mother.” The girl sighed. She heard the line go dead and she hung up and looked back at the boy.
“Well, I guess that’s your cue, huh?” The boy said,
“Yes, it is. Well, I suppose we may run into each other again sometime?” She said.
“Yeah, hopefully we will.” The boy alisema slowly back up and turning around. The girl started to walk nyumbani when she heard him call out, “Wait! I never got your name!”
She quickly spun around and responded, “Kacey!” What yours?” She saw the boy turn and smile, but he did not reply. Why didn’t he tell me his name? She thought to herself. But she decided not to think too much of it. Why did his name matter? At least, it didn’t matter yet.

“Hun, wake up! It’s your first siku of high school!” Kacey’s mom alisema as she walked into her new room and flipped on the lights.
“Ugh! Why? Must I go mother? I don’t know anybody!” Kacey complained.
“It’s freshman year, really, nobody knows anybody.” Kacey’s mother replied. “Now get up, I’m making breakfast.”
Kacey, as slowly as possible, got out of her kitanda to pick out an outfit. She grabbed her new cotton Candy multicolored tank juu and threw on her shorts and black All-Stars. She grabbed her curling iron and make up, and walked into the kitchen. Her mother was there at the microwave,
“Stove’s not working so I’m heating up some oatmeal.” She smiled,
“Yummy. Wait, where’s father?” Kacey asked looking around.
“Sleeping in, he had trouble sleeping in the new house.” She alisema softly.
Oh. Kacey thought. She put on her makeup and curled her hair as quickly as possible. Barely having enough time to eat and brush her teeth, she ran to make the bus. There was one other person at her bus stop. A girl who looked older than her who wore too much eye makeup for her taste and all black, which had to be unbearable in California summers. Kacey tried not to stare at her but it was kind of hard.
Once she climbed the stairs on the bus she looked for an open seat, which wasn’t hard since she was one of the first stops, but she didn’t want to pick a bad seat. Kacey decided on the fifth kiti, kiti cha back on the right, hoping it was an okay choice. Calm down Kacey, it’s just a seat. She finally exhaled for the first time since she got on the bus and grabbed her iPod. She turned on some Katy Perry and closed her eyes. Relax, she kept telling herself. She felt her moyo rate slow down and lucky for her, her bus wasn’t nearly full kwa the time she got to school, so she could sit all kwa herself.
Once in the outdoor commons, Kacey looked around desperately trying to find the “A Hall.” She quickly spun around and ran into someone, “What the?” He alisema sounding angry. Everything in his arms had fallen to the ground.
“Oh… my… god, I am… so sorry! I’m new here, and I didn’t see you,, and I’m really nervous…” She began to ramble but to her surprise he started laughing.
“No, it okay, really it’s my…” But he stopped talking once he saw Kacey, “Kacey?” He said. She looked at him and realized this was the boy from the beach!
posted by serenacullen93
My world changed the siku my mom died as I’m in my fathers plane au our company plane that he owns. I remember the siku I was in the waiting room that the wreak had killed her . I remember stand on the cliff overlooking the ocean hoping that I would wake up to fide that it had all been a dream.
The metal had not cut though my mother flesh that her blood was not stain of the road. It was my fault I had been the one that had been at the party I should not have.     
    I pulled my headphones out of my ears as the plane touch down my father was standing...
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Annabeth Chase and the Olympians

One
We Find Two Idiots


Ok, let’s get to the point. My name is Annabeth Chase and I’m a half-blood…Or…..A demigod. I know, I know wewe think there’s no such thing. Most mortals do. Anyway, I’m a daughter of Athena-goddess of wisdom, war, and crafts.
I was sitting in the Big House talking with Chiron, Camp Half-Blood‘s activities director. “ I really think we should have a temple, Chiron. And I should ubunifu it. I mean the kids here are the children of the gods! And we don’t even have a monument for them!”
He gave me a tired...
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As Marley was at home, he was doing research about Wanyonya damu but still nothing about Wanyonya damu losing their short term memory loss ability. It is hard to get facts about Wanyonya damu without running into a movie, T.V series au book. “What’s this?” alisema Marley. “Vampires from the Hunters Eyes”. As Marley looked through the website a lot of the facts were true like the side effects, half-bloods and pure-bloods. Then he saw just what he was looking for, as he read he understood. “Half-bloods are hated throughout the line of pure-bloods but are used as slaves au grunts. Those who are bitten...
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posted by gossipgirlxoxo
(a/n:Rate and message me if wewe like it!)



Another siku at another life, I thought to myself as I walked home. I won’t go all emo about it and tell wewe my life sucks, because to wewe it would most likely be heaven. My family is rich, I am in the maarufu group every girl in my school is obsessed with my brother. Everything about me is picture perfect, my looks. I have wavy blonde hair to die for; my eyes were very light green almost yellow. I was slender I had always been. And to juu it all I have a jock boyfriend, I know how cliché. I let out a deep sigh once I looked at the clock, it was nearly...
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posted by Rae-Ash
You’re the reason why
I have to lie
Why I hurt so much
That my heart’s in a clutch

I’m slowly dying
‘Cause of your lying
wewe used to be my magic
But now you’re a dick

wewe made me long to be
Everything that wasn’t Lee
But look where that got me
Locked in without a key

If only wewe knew
That I plummeted deeper than blue
But then again
You’re just another two timing has been

wewe ran away
Thinking it’d be okay
But wewe were wrong
zaidi so than any upendo song

wewe made me want to sing
With wewe following
But look at how wrong I was
Believing wewe that it was just “buzz”

Now you’re the reason why
I cannot do anything but cry
I woke up. The director came in and yelled at me to get out of bed. I sighed. I knew, this was, another siku in showbiz. Showbiz was, at first, a very interesting and exciting activity to take on. It was much zaidi serious than I thought it would be, and a lot less fun. I was Syria, the main protagonist in the story. My real name is Stace, for those of wewe who don't know. I could be a trouble-maker in the play, but I couldn't be rambunctious and cause trouble for the crew.
People confused me most of the time. Especially adults. I could be trouble-making in the play, but I couldn't be rambunctious...
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posted by Insight357
I stood at his grave. The people had finally cleared out. Now it was only me and him. I bit my lip, there would be no zaidi tears. He didn’t want that. I sat down, and went into the depths of my mind.

I still remember the last kiss we shared. We had been in the forest on the far side of town. He pinned me against a tree, and crashed his lips to mine. Our lips moved so perfectly together. My tongue flicked out and ran along his bottom lip. His mouth dropped open and I eagerly entered.

He had been the dominate one in the relationship, no swali about it. But sometimes, he liked to see me take...
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Let me tell wewe the story of how I got here. It was the fourteenth of January, 2011 in school. Here they have alchemy classes when the students learn how to use specially shaped circular diagrams called transmutation circles to flow energy from their bodies through another object to transmute, au change, one object into another. In this class the only notable ones are the teacher, Mrs. Black, an elderly lady with bad memory and no experience with technology, the idiot, Justin, a light skinned black young man, the other idiot, Ben, a dark skinned black young man with black glasses, and me, Harrison,...
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posted by Pirate_4_life
Hey guys, hopefully my story is getting read, so I'd appreciate it if wewe left a little maoni and tell me what wewe guys think of it.



Chapter two

“okay guys, step back from your paintings and as I go round the class I want wewe to explain your influences and how they inspired wewe to create your art pieces” explained the hippy like art teacher who insisted upon being called Gwen rather than Miss Miller, claiming it will ‘enhance the harmonious relationship’ she hopes to hold with her students. As each of her classmates took their turns telling how they were inspired to use a certain style...
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Darkened Bliss

By: Non other than the legendary . . . drumroll please . . . ME!




“If wewe had a choice and it was to be thought over, what choice would wewe go with? Invade the World’s tactics, au leave what is left of our world after the Apocalypse?
Not like our world is going anywhere . . .”



“Repress and retrain,
Steal the pressure and the pain,
Wash the blood off your hands,
This time, she won’t understand”
- Muse, Ruled kwa Secrecy








To,
My Marafiki who cannot wait to see if they are quoted








Need to know Basis, Rules and Legislations of the Bliss
The Cult of Sorpse was an ancient community...
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Days and days passed,this just wasn't going to end.This constant battle with Leo.Leo and I weren't fighting we just kept..well actually HE was the one leading me on so I was beating myself about it now.Leo could go from saying stuff like "hi beautiful" to "I don't wanna be around wewe right at the moment Jas,i-i gotta....see wewe later."And then he will walk away.I don't get it at all.The crappiest part of all this is that whether au not he is being a jerk.I'm falling for him,and I'm falling for him fast.

I mean its so hard to not fall for him.He can be the sweetest person on earth sometimes,and...
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posted by Lorelei-Essence
The Pillsbury Doughboy died yesterday of a yeast infection and trauma complications from repeated pokes in the belly. He was 71. Doughboy was buried in a lightly greased coffin. Dozens of watu mashuhuri turned out to pay their respects, including Mrs. Butterworth, Hungry Jack, the California Raisins, Betty Crocker, the Hostess Twinkies, and Captain Crunch. The gravesite was piled high with flours. Aunt Jemima delivered the eulogy and lovingly described Doughboy as a man who never knew how much he was kneaded. Doughboy rose quickly in onyesha business, but his later life was filled with turnovers. He was not considered a very smart cookie, wasting much of his dough on half-baked schemes. Despite being a little flaky at times he still was a crusty old man and was considered a positive roll model for millions. Doughboy is survived kwa his wife Play Dough, two children, John Dough and Jane Dough, plus they had one in the oven. He is also survived kwa his elderly father, Pop Tart.
posted by ihavOTD
I breathed in and out slowly. This was horrid. Running. I spat at the word. I despised running.

Joseph jogged up to me. "You okay Kristen?"
"Yeah, just give me a minute."
"Hah! wewe always end up like this. Maybe wewe should quit track?"
"You know I can't! If I do, then I have to do Trigonometry. Ugh. That's worse."
"Right..."
I stood up and we walked in silence. His lithe step did not match mine. I had a clumsy, trip over step. I needed somebody to teach me how to walk right.
"Oof." I had tripped, and landed on my side. How? I have no idea. Normal people land on their face au back. Not me!

Please e-mail me au comment. Tell me if wewe like this segment au not, if I get enought votes, I will continue my writing.
Some people weren't meant to be born. Some families are not to be made That's why there are hunters. Hunters take care of this problem

Alex Grazer walked down the dark wet hallway with his arms full of wood for his family. His hair against his neck was standing up because of fear and the freezing temperature. Little did he know what was behind him would hurt his life forever.
Alex stopped walking and looked around on all sides of the hallway. He had his knockout spray kwa his flashlight at nyumbani so if anybody attacked he would be doomed. In a single mwepesi, teleka motion of somethings arm Alex hit the...
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posted by avatarluver990
"Olga Wilson." called my 8th grade history teacher, Mr. Franklin.
I looked up at him dazed. I know this may sound weird, but I've always admired how he looked like. chokoleti tanned skin with short curly black hair and honey-brown eyes. He always dresses up like those people in old 1990s educational videos. But either way, I always thought he was beautiful. If he was the same age as me, I'd tarehe him. But he's on his 30s and he's married and has 2 teenage sons. So he's out of my list.
"Ms. Wilson." he called me once zaidi with his soothing voice. "Daydreaming again?"
"I guess." I sighed.
Everyone...
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