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Angel was so excited, her best best Marafiki were coming for her birthday sleepover at five o clock! Time crept slowly to ten past five and still not a single soul in sight! Suddenly her little sister Summer shouted “Ha Ha they're not coming they hate wewe so much!” Angel ran upstairs weeping and charged desperately into her sister Friday's room.


“Was Summer being mean to wewe again?” asked Friday
“Yes, she alisema that my Marafiki weren't coming because they hate me and that's not true!”
“Don't worry its only because she is jealous about wewe having the best sleepover ever”said Friday
Suddenly Angel heard a knock at the door “I'll get it!” she called out. As soon as she opened the door Yvonne started imba happy birthday and was holding a large oval shaped present neatly wrapped up in sparkly purple paper. Angel and Yvonne hugged and while they were doing so Tillie appeared holding a square box covered in 'Happy Birthday' paper. They were all catching up on gossip when the kengele rang “That must be Aliona!” shouted Yvonne and they all ran to the door. “Hello people!” Aliona shouted in her excited American voice.
“I hope you've all remembered your swimming costumes because after chai we're going for a swim in the lake!” exclaimed Angel
“Right time for the presents!” Angels mum marigold shouted. First of all Angel opened Tillie's present which was a short book and a maua, ua craft set. Then she opened Aliona's, which was an art box with pencils and charcoal all neatly in upinde wa mvua order.
“Oh thank wewe Aliona! I have been wanting this for ages!”
“Your pleasure” alisema Aliona feeling pleased that Angel had liked her gift.
“Mine inayofuata mine next!” shouted Yvonne. Yvonne's gift turned out to be a massive tub of sequins, beads and lots of arty things.
“Oh thanks Yvonne!”

After their magnificent party chai the girls went to the lake near Angel's house. “I'll be first in!” Aliona shouted. So Aliona jumped in the lake and screamed at the temperature. The others were too scared so they just left Aliona in there. “I'll try and touch the bottom then” Aliona said. Aliona ducked down sticking her feet in the air and sticking an arm up over the juu of the water, waving. A few sekunde later Angel, Tillie and Yvonne heard some splashing and saw some bubbles where Aliona had gone down. “She must of reached the bottom!” Tillie shouted excitedly. A number of sekunde passed and still no sign of Aliona!
“Where is she?” asked Angel

They waited.
“It's been over nine dakika now!” Tillie shouted, almost in tears.
“What are we going to do?” asked Yvonne who was the smartest of the lot. It was bad news if she couldn't even think of an idea. “We can't exactly tell Angel's Mum, she'll go ballistic!”
“And so will Aliona's parents! They'll never want to see us again!” Things were looking very bad for the girls and they still didn't know what to do.
“Right I'm going in!” cried Yvonne “What? We cant just stand here and do nothing!”
“Y...v..v..v..vonne's right” stammered Tillie who was in tears now “We have to help A..A..Aliona!”
“Right” Yvonne declared “It was nice knowing wewe guys!” she hugged both of them and jumped in. Tillie and Angel burst into floods of tears. It was bad enough losing one best friend let alone two!
“Yvonne shouldn't of followed Aliona down there, it could be dangerous!” exclaimed Angel (The
worrier of the group). It was getting dark and the two girls who were still dry were very very worried! It had been over 11 dakika since Yvonne had jumped in and 18 since Aliona had disappeared! “Lets go inside and get Mum!” Angel suddenly decided after lots of pondering. “She'll know what to do!”
“But what if they come back up?!” Angel cried “I'll stay here!”

So Tillie went pelting back towards the house, faster and faster, when she saw a hooded figure in the distance. For a mgawanyiko, baidisha sekunde she thought it was Angel's Mum but no, it couldn't have been. For Angel's Mum didn't have fiery red hair. Angel's Mum wasn't that tall. Tillie slipped out a small scream. Her legs had frozen. She didn't know why, she didn't know how. The hooded figure turned. It had a chalky white face. Tillie felt her moyo freeze.
posted by cullens-rule
Chapter 4 Tom

“it would be easier if wewe knew, but I will try to explain, as well as I can, wewe know my name is Tom but my sekunde name is Cullen”
I interrupted him now
“Tom Cullen? Sounds old fashioned”
“It is, any way I’m just seventeen”
He looked away sheepishly like he was lying this made me curious would he really lie about his age.
“my real parents are dead now, they died of an illness I don’t really know much about them”
“I sorry that must be moyo braking”
He looked miserable he looked into my eyes and I could feel his pain, but he carried on
“I take after my father...
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posted by e2mma2weasle3
How to Add Emotion to a Story

1.    Understand maneno muhimu au Key Phrases. Key Phrases are phrases in a story that triggers the waterworks. They are sentences that make people cry. Such as, a pet dies. wewe could write, "Goodbye, Old friend." A Key Phrase could also be an action. Such as, there are two pets. One pet dies. The other pet tries to sleep with the other one kwa cuddling up to the dead body.

2.    Add a lot of relationship between the one who dies and another character, whether that is a human au an animal.

3.    Add comedy to the...
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posted by sapherequeen
*Sigh* Okay, this is the first piece of uandishi I will ever share with anyone. Rarely does the idea of a poem ever enter my dark mind. But tonight, just two dakika ago, this one came to me, and I had to...write...it...down...


I’m aching here
I’m bleeding there

Pain strikes within
My every move

And there’s
Nothing
I Can
Do
To Make It
Stop

The tears roll down my face
And freeze there quickly
And stay until the time comes
Where they are no longer frozen
And begin to stream down again

My hurt was bottled up
But someone broke the bottle
And now it’s
Everywhere
And there’s nothing
I Can
Do
To Heal Myself

I’m...
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“Look at them, trying to figure it out. Trying to work out why a pure-blood has come to their school, Antiworld, huh? This could be fun”. There was a young man sitting on the juu of a gargoyle wearing a white shati with a black kanzu, koti over it. His eyes where a light green with a black cat eye stroke through it. As the man stood up wewe saw that he had pitch black hair and his skin was white like paper. As wewe closed in on the man’s face wewe saw his eye drop a line of blood down his cheek, as if he was crying blood. The man looked up at the sun covering his face with his hand, he closed his...
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hujambo guys! I just wrote this poem. I haven't written a poem in quite a while, maybe a year, and this one's an attempt to get back on the poem uandishi path. Well hope wewe like it, and please, if possible, add a maoni saying what wewe think.

Me and Those

Ever noticed that in this life
Everyone wants wewe to do something,
au be something
That sometimes wewe don’t want to be?

They are those!
wewe know them!
wewe probably have those in your house.
They are those who expect wewe to take a path,
Even though,
Sometimes,
wewe don’t want to take.

They are those who expect wewe to be great,
Even though,
Sometimes,
wewe prefer to be small and humble.

But do wewe think,
For the slightest second,
That they care about that?
They don’t!

They are your parents,
Your grandparents,
Your Uncles and aunts,
That since wewe were born,
Came up with a path for wewe in life.

But know this,
And say it to yourself:
They are those, they matter,
But me is I,
And I’m the main character.
posted by BellaSwan636
Serena

She screams every time a police officer au strange nurse touches her. She refuses to hear them out. So, until further notice, she is staying in my apartment.

I glance at the clock in the waiting room. It's past midnight. Wow. Jamie and Ashleigh are asleep on a small green couch, with a receiving blanket draped over them. I pick them both up, since Kayla and I are free to leave, and we all walk outside to my car. Kayla opens the back door, and while I'm strapping the two little girls in, I signal for her to get in on the passenger side.

She's a broken person. wewe only need to look at her...
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posted by BellaSwan636
Serena

On Friday, Tia had picked me up to go shopping.

Tia was ecstatic; for what reason, I had no idea. Tia was like a hurricane, she jotted down my sizes on her hand and then took of through the store at a pace that should've set her path on fire.

"You look great in black, white, and blue," she muttered. I saved that for future reference; she obviously knew what she was doing. Plus I'd been told that each of those colours looked nice on me before.

She pulled me into a dressing room, pointed out which outfits to try out, and exited to let me change.

I pulled a scary-looking black halter neck...
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posted by fanfly
 Artwork kwa me
Artwork by me
Who are wewe to judge?
Sitting right where wewe are
wewe have no claim on me

I know my own path
I am my own guide
wewe are nothing to me
No matter how wewe try

What do wewe care?
If I'm not doing it right
I'm not following you

I know my own path
I am my own guide
wewe don't know me
No matter how wewe try

Why are wewe here?
wewe know I don't want you
I told wewe to leave me

I am my own path
I know my own guide
wewe can't mold me
No matter how wewe try





Why do I feel compelled to write angsty poetry? I swear I'm not even that angsty. lol Oh well, I hope someone out there enjoys it.
Your hair is long, wet, and wavy and clings to wewe as wewe rise from the lake. wewe get the sense that the water should be clearer. wewe don’t dwell on it though, distracted kwa your own hair. wewe don’t remember it being so long. With every motion the string of beads and shells woven into your hair bobs gently with a clicking noise. wewe don’t realize that wewe are topless until your hair settles against your back. But wewe are not ashamed, there is a sense of liberation, wewe can better feel what the earth and the wind are telling wewe this way. If wewe could see behind you, wewe would know that...
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posted by pLaStIcSUNDAE
It's gray. It's always been so gray.

The beating moyo that searched for what it believed to be a forever, only to be led astray.

The beating moyo full of warm belief,

Now an iceberg of uchungu, chungu regret, the surface a shallow reflection of the depths that rest beneath.

The smiling mask distorts the image of the surface, betraying the eyes.

The rigid, cold structure reduced to a cube of ice.

A problem crippled and crumbled into "I'm fine."

If the eyes are windows to the soul, then these windows have been fogged and cracked.

If the eyes are the windows to the soul, then within these, behind the mist,...
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8 Elements Of The Nutshell Technique kwa Jill Chamberlain via FilmCourage.com.
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PART 1- LETS HAVE A RANT

Hi. So yeah, from the title I think you've gathered this story is about .... well let's just say a problematic 19 mwaka old struggling to find a meaning in life.

If you're a typical "Caucasian" you'll never understand the things we "brown people" have to face. Over-protective parents are just the start. The kinds of people are totally different. The type of "cheats", "betrayers", "heart-breakers".

Being born in a place 2% of the people worldwide knew is just the start of a slightly difficult life. For now, lemme just summarize my life for you. I'm a 19 mwaka old girl living...
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THIS IS VERY URGENT AND NOT A JOKE! ALSO DON'T GOOF OFF!!!!

I really mean it! What would wewe be able to do if SOPA/TPP censors the internet? What would wewe be able to do if uandishi fanfics and drawing fanarts become illegal? What would wewe do if it's illegal to do a cover of your inayopendelewa song on YouTube? What would wewe do if downloading things from the internet (music, movies, TV episodes, etc) became illegal? What would wewe do if SOPA/TPP wins the war and takes away internet freedom? Net Neutrality is already dead so far, we can't risk the freedom of internet...
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posted by ilu_rayray
 Liyah (me)
Liyah (me)
Aliyah-Me(18)
Alexus(18)
Jasmine(18)
Prince(18)
Roc(18)
Ray(18)

My pov
Wassup im Aliyah but wewe can call me liyah for short. I sing and im a backup dancer for mindless behavior with my two besties Alexus and Jasmine. I feel torn that prod left but ayyee Nobody knows this but i kinda like ray idk what it feels like to like someone bcus my dad always abused me and i never liked boys ever since but the past is gone and im living the life out in L.A.

Alexus pov
Hello im alexus but i perfer u call me lexi. I live with my sister jimmy, hunitumia and bestie liyah in L.A me and my sister been through alot our parents...
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November 5th 9,999,980 BC 6:01 A.M.
Mist wanders down a small deer trail through the woods. He pulls himself up onto a glistening mti branch. He sees a small girl huddled on the ground. He jumps down and slowly approaches her.
He draws an arrow. The girl turns around.
'Who are you?' asks Mist.
'I am Amirell, daughter of Amerith,' she says. 'Now tell me, who are you?'
'I am Mist, son of Karellcia.' he says.
'I could help you,' says Amirell. 'I have chakula and water. if we rationed it we would have enough.'
'I shall not need a woman's help,' says Mist. 'tis easy to find chakula out here. If I killed...
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posted by jeweleryfan11
About:
Once i was having a siku dream about this story. And it brang me to this. A story about AshleyxDamon.

Chapter 1: Sunset
Sitting in an oak tree,a young 13 mwaka old was uandishi a letter to her father in Tokyo. He was doing research. Then her twin Austin came. "What are wewe doing here?," she asked. "I upendo the sunset", Austin said. "That's why i'm here," Ashley said. They watched the beautiful sunset and went in they're vintage home. "Ashley who is the letter for,"Austin asked. " Dad," she answered. "Dinner wewe guys," there mother said. And they went inside.
Credit to breebree446
posted by EmilyMJFan910
Based on a short film kwa EmilyMJFan910.

Sapphire was a normal girl. She was very happy with her life and saw herself as lucky. But she had one very special trait.
Sapphire loved to daydream.
She daydreamed every day, all siku long. She dreamed about flying! Romance! Animals! Anything and everything. But mostly, she dreamed about changing into someone different. One dakika she was a mermaid, another she was a princess. One she was a celebrity, the other she was an adventurous horse rider. But sometimes, when Sapphire was dwelling in the deepest of her daydreams, she would get carried away, causing...
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I had a friend, she lived in the north of China, her name was Chie. Chie was only 12 years old when she died!

It happend a few years ago, Chie and her family were going to mass on a Sunday, it was supposed to be just like any normal Sunday for her. Her and the rest of her family would get ready for mass and when they got nyumbani they would start to prepare lunch.
Little did they know that they would never sit down to have lunch together again!

Because on that siku the authorities surrounded the church, held the priest under house arrest, and all the people in the church were shot dead!

The priest...
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CHAPTER EIGHT:
OCTOBER 29, 1995:
I wake up around 7:20, horrified at how long I have slept. I have not thought about that night in ages, an am absolutely horrified kwa what would happen next, but that story will be for another time. I know. Right now I have zaidi pressing matters to attend to. I need to find out the reason behind the flashes I had the night I arrived. It has never happened before, and I wonder who it is that I saw lying dead on the ground during the last flash. I change once more, and remember I do not have my car. I phone Harold and he agrees to pick me up. As I wait for him,...
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wewe may not know me but I know you. Your the one with a family who loves you, with a friend who actually Accepts you, the person who has the normal life. My name is Rebecca, I'm the girl who all her "friends" ignore her, the girl who gets beaten kwa her father. The one who thinks the world hates her. And everyday i wonder if someone would help me but no one ever does. This is my Diary, read on if tragedy Appeals to your sence of mind i guess.


February 1st 1978
Dear diary,
is there anyone out there? Anyone who truly understands? Everyone says Being Alive is better then dead, but why do people say...
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