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posted by June4
It’s raining on my window pane,
Inside this house looks so lame.
I’m so funny, so bored hunni.
Nothing much to do but to be a horn dog,
Being bored makes me write in my log.


Are we counting up au down?
Nothing seems to go around.
Boredom, wewe don’t like him.
Boredom, wewe wanna shoot him.
Don’t make that move.


wewe get in trouble when looking for fun,
wewe get so tired when the siku is done.
Soon as wewe get in bed,
wewe remember what should be done instead.
Just forget the problem.


Get a goodnight sleep and dream.
Forget about the boring adventure,
wewe should’ve discovered something in nature.
Boredom, forget them.
Boredom, sleep before the morning.
I sit up straight in the middle of the night; my forehead is stained with cold sweat, my breathing is heavy. Pure darkness is all around me. Just another dream I mentally convince myself, but I’m still shaking. I can’t calm down, no matter what, the dream felt so…real. Trembling, I get out of kitanda and go into the bathroom. Looking at me in the mirror was painful. It looks like I just got in a fight with a rabid cat. My black hair frizzed everywhere, mascara and eyeliner smeared around my eyes, tear streaks on my face. God I could use some exercise I thought as I examined my body shape....
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Im going to put a teaser of the first chapter up, if people like it i will continue. maoni PLZ!!



Elyon stirred in her sleep, causing her thin blanket to slip off. Slowly her bare arms were covered in goosebumps, as her eyes began to futter; her peacfull face turned to concern, she sat up and looked around.
"Where...?" she managed to mutter through her dry lips. She didnt know where she was. She had never seen anything like it before. Somehow she was sitting in the middle of a medow sorrunded kwa flowers. Elyon stood up and wrapped the small blanket around her shoulders. She looked down at...
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posted by kitkat709477
I was normal once au i thought I was, at least, until I knew otherwise,then I didn't know how i could have missed it i mean it was so obvious but i suppose that was just it, it was to obvious and sometimes i wonder what it would be like if what happened that night never happened but it probably wouldn't have mattered what happened that horrible night because it just sped up what was already there, sure maybe it would have been easier if i had known what I was but maybe it wouldn't have been.
wewe see before all this happened I lived a very good life we were very rich and we lived in a palace,like...
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I looked back down and we sat in silence for a couple of minutes. I looked to my right to find Looi holding the child that was being stubborn in his arms. This, in fact, reminded me of myself in his arms a long, long time ago. Oh, I’d say about 16 years zamani when I was 2 and he was 11. My mom and dad had Looi when they were only 19 years old, so It took a while for them to decide to have me 9 years later when they were 28. I laughed at how old my mom was now. I know it’s nothing to laugh about, but, I couldn’t imagine my mom at Looi’s age now that she is 46.
    “So,...
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Me: okay well i finished the assignment and this is the final product...please don't hold back...okay here wewe go
ps. know that this is an religion assinment, and its about my interpretation of Jesus in an artistic form-ie-me using a collection of short poems and talking about the sea...okay i'll shuup now

Freedom
To feel the sand
The sun on your back
It’s a no man’s land
With no fear of attack
No chains of society
The sea frees all
Lose all your anxiety
And watch as the waves fall
God’s sekunde heaven under the sun
Surrounding all things being
The sea will be undone
For those people foreseeing...
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Two things were killing me at the moment.The fact that It was raining like crazy on his horrible to school,the siku of school where I had to face my dreaded ex and try to hold back either my tears au punching him in the face.by the way,I completely wanted to do both at this moment.The sekunde was that whole desperately in upendo moment with Juaney.I was mad the the "mystery girl" that Juan had fallen so hard for and she have no freaking idea.I hate seeing Juan like this.Yes at the moment he is very proactive of me but I can tell now that he just doing that so I won't look into au figure his true...
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posted by dragonrider
Still the first siku - Athena's perspective

I smiled as I walked back to my Marafiki and I's table. I sat down and looked at my friends.
"Where have wewe been?" Erica asked "I need make up advice and wewe know Emily isn't into that,"
Emily hardly looked up from her book "Make up is a complete waste of time," she said
"Not it is not. It attracts cute boys," Erica argued
Emily sighed "As I told wewe before your personality attracts them," she said
I held up my hands "Girls please! wewe want to know where I was au not?" I asked
They both exchanged glances "Yes we do,"
I sighed "Alright. I was talking to...
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It was Mia, the Rokurokubi; she was the head, the head connected to the very long neck. Opal looked with amazement as Mia knocked Grito to the ground. As her body started to walk mbele as her neck retracted back to it. “Um... Ok, that was not expected” alisema Opal. Alec and Marley were also in a great confusion, looking at each other trying to make something out of the situation. “Surprised?” Mia Asked. “A little” alisema Opal, trying to make it as a joke. The three released that this was Mia’s power, she is a Rokurokubi and this is what they do, all four of them started laughing....
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 Lasting Happiness
Lasting Happiness
She stared anxiously at the pot of water on the stove, compelling it to boil. Though the old axiom warned of its counter effect, she had long since aliyopewa up on trying to look away from the pot, unable to tear her eyes away. Tapping her foot impatiently, she began to sing quietly to herself to pass the time. It was a merry song, the one she always used to entice travelers from the road to come to her window. As she sang she only wished her tune could charm heat into the water of her pot the way it Charmed most of the passerby. The thought only seemed to bring her further impatience. The impurity...
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posted by Ms_Montana
Spotlight

1. Cold pizza

It was a cold and rainy siku in November. Some people called this rain even snow, but not thus Helena. It was not the type Person all that varnished.
While she rushed kwa the crowded U platform, it rummaged about him of her pocket for her mobile phone. She tried to type in the scrum the number of her mother, however, without success.
Helena rolled irritated with her eyes. Their mother had alisema her at noon she must fetch her small sister Allison. And here only so she stood.
On the left from her a hard occupied looking man called up his mobile phone and before her there stood...
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posted by jasperwhlover
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Chapter 3

Now, Serenity on a happier note was learning how to defend herself and about Exorcism she wanted to help Father Bartholomew, even though she was forced kwa the church to conform to the earthly practices like everyone else and to hide her wings, Father Bartholomew encouraged her heavenly attributes, he made wings, of feathers, waxed together, they were perfect, and everyday, he would teach her to fly as she forgot how because of the number of years that she spent conforming to the earth. Father Bartholomew raised Serenity like a daughter, a few years later, when she...
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Narrator: Macbeth slowly entered the crept room were Duncan was sleeping soundly. Macbeth quietly began to reach for his sharpened dagger. Macbeth pondered many thoughts regarding the demise of Duncan, but never to this degree. Now, the time had come to fulfill the quest to be crowned king. Duncan suddenly returns to reality. Visualizing Macbeth kwa his bedside withholding a dagger pointed at his wretched chest. Would this mean the end of Macbeth’s planned tragedy au the end of Duncan’s existence?
Duncan: Cousin, why hast thou forsaken me?
Macbeth: Forsaken you? Thou hast forsaken me. Thou...
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posted by iluvtheshow
hujambo Mom,
It's been a while
Since wewe sat inayofuata to me,
Since I saw wewe smile
I miss wewe Mom
I wish wewe were here
Giving me kisses
Holding me near
I can still see wewe Mom,
the laughing happy you
Not the ill broken women
Who broke my moyo in two
I'll always remember Mom,
wewe taught me well
To do good things,
And with Honesty tell
I'm telling wewe Mom
Losing wewe killed me
Laying a rose on your casket
Trying hard to be
Strong.
That's what wewe were Mom,
Strong.
In everything wewe said
In everything wewe did
So now I'll be just that
Strong like a mother, not like a kid


I wrote this in honor of any child who has ever Lost a parent.
Chapter Three

At the kitchen, wondering when Michael will be coming down and have breakfast with his wife and children, Jamie was at the stove, making some zaidi pancakes and was so into her thinking of Michael that she hadn’t heard a little voice calling out to her “Mama, Mama.” Jamie was still thinking about him for a few zaidi sekunde until she felt a little hand tugging at the end of her shirt. Turning around and looking down to see who was tugging the end of her t-shirt, she saw her oldest child, Mac standing inayofuata to her and staring at her mother with her brown eyes, giving her that...
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posted by dragonrider
I pull into the parking lot of the country council men office and get out. Hmm what should I do with Elliot? I can't leave him in the car he'll die of heat. I could leave the air on. Nah I'll just put him behind stage when I talk to the councilmen.
I pull out Elliot and put him over my shoulder. Everybody is strong in the future.
Elliot murmurs something like "Oh I upendo wewe too Starr!"
Aww how sweet. I take out duct tape and tape his mouth shut. Ahh that's much better
I carry Elliot towards the building and when I get inside I don't see Whitney. Hmm that's strange she works here shouldn't...
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3 Worst Ways To Start A Story - Steve Douglas-Craig via FilmCourage.com.
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Here is a selection of true stories from around the world last week.
1.Price of the week.
James Bolton,who is unemployed,was very excited when he won first prize in a raffle last week.The prize was a weekend for two at a hotel in Bournemouth on the south coast of England.Unfortunately,he was less excited when he saw the name of the hotel.It was the hotel where he had worked as a porter the awali month.He had Lost his job there.

2.Mistake of the week
A 33-year-old Norwegian man came nyumbani one night from the pub and got into kitanda inayofuata to his wife.The woman immediately woke up,screamed,and jumped...
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posted by 1-2vampire
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Tick, tick, tick
That sound, constant in my head,
A sound that haunts every mind,
A sound that brings fear,
A clock,
Ticking the sekunde of your life away,
Making life shorter and shorter with every tick,
Drawing death nearer and nearer,
But wewe should not live in fear,
For life is too short for such a thing,
Some people waste these precious seconds,
Others treasure them, making sure that no tick is wasted,
The clock ticks on,
But as this sound is registered,
What do wewe do?
Tick, tick, tick
Three zaidi seconds, gone, like that,
Did wewe use them well?
Live life,
For life is too short to spend these sekunde in hell.