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posted by para-scence
"I knew it," I said, tears filling my eyes. I ran away from them, even though Mother begged me to come back. I ran upstairs, slamming my door behind me. The house seemed to rattle, but my anger was still there. I wanted to ngumi, punch something; to just get it all out.

I collapsed onto my bed, and stuffed a mto into my face. I screamed, with everything I had. I screamed because I was scared... unwanted... guilty... a mess... I screamed until my throat was sore, and I could feel my diaphragm trembling.

Then there was a soft knock at the door. I clutched the tear-soaked mto to my chest, afraid...
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posted by para-scence
I managed to get out of the house, with Dad and Kara thinking I was going to work. But instead, I went to Blake's house. He took me to the horse ranch again, and we rode horses. It was much easier than the first time.

After that though, I decided I should probably take my punishment. I stayed nyumbani all day, except the days I was actually working of course. Also with my punishment, I became Hera's chauffeur. I was stuck driving her to the movies, with a discount because of my employment there, to her friends' houses, and wherever else she wanted to go basically. She was so annoying. I took my...
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posted by para-scence
Blake

It was Valentine's Day. I'd never really liked the holiday. Girls always thought it was a "romantic day" and it was just.... annoying. This year, however, I was actually happy about it coming around. This year, I had Irina. She wasn't like most girls. She was different, and I upendo that about her. I bought a bouquet of flowers; I was going to give them to her at lunch. I started eating outside with her, and that Briar girl that she introduced me to. That girl is strange, but sweet. I'll never forget when I met her:

"Blake, this is Briar," Irina introduced one siku after school. This girl...
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posted by para-scence
I was able to avoid Drew for the rest of the school week because of work. He wasn't happy about it, but there wasn't much he could do; I had to work. I'd taken the last nonconvulsant pill a couple days ago. This worried me; maybe if I could manage to stay calm and not get too worked up, I wouldn't have any major seizures. Every once in a while, when I'm not on medication, I can have absence seizures; those aren't so bad, but it's still not fun.

Blake asked if I was free on Saturday. I guess I could avoid Drew for another day. He alisema he'd pick me up at my house at noon.

***

On Saturday, I was...
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posted by sawfan13
Howl helped me navigate to my campsite. We didn't see a single soul there. I was relieved that they were gone, since I didn't want to swoop down there with Howl, and start gawking at him all the time. I got out a first aid kit, and untied the cloth from my shati from his body. Good thing the wild animal didn't slash him that deeply. All I really need to put on Howl for him to heal is Poroxcide, Neosporin, and a gauze bandage to wrap, upangaji pamoja around his upper waist around the upper ab area. I doctored him and ordered him to rest on my sleeping bag/bed. I'm pretty sure he heals pretty quickly for a man...
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posted by I_DONT-KNOW
I have this short story written down (and almost finished)already but still can't think of a title can wewe help me?


"There is a war still to come. One between us and them. Them and us. But it will end- I have seen it- there will come one savior, to fulfill one prophecy; it must be fulfilled. It will be. This is my last wish-find the savior, fulfill the prophecy." The woman's white hand fell still, the pen falling from it. Her eyes closed, never to be opened again, her last breath sounded rough and painful. A high-pitched, mournful cry was emitted from the woman sitting near her; she watched...
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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 neonstars
When I woke up July 15,2010 I had no idea what i was a bout to do heres my story:
I woke up to the sound of my alarm clock and it alisema 5am. Oh crap,Im gonna be late fr work! I alisema as i stretched my jeans on.I got dresed and ran down stairs.I opend my liitle sisters door to see if she was aslepp and as usaul she was.She was only 12 and i was 17.
I grabbed my keys and I ran out the door,I started my Red jeep and drove down the rocky drive way.10 dakika later ...I parked my car in the parking lot of SUzi Surf Shop.I saw my 39 mwaka old boss suzie turining on the lights.I enterd and a cowoker name...
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posted by bri-marie
Warning: Abuse
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Picking up a stick, I struck it across old Emily Simpson’s white picket fence. The noise was sharp and loud and would most likely be heard. Smirking, I kept walking, trailing the stick along behind me. A low growl sounded and I turned my head. Sure enough, a huge, brown and white mutt crawled out of the dog house, bearing his teeth and snarling. I tossed the stick to my left, away from the fence, and turned away into the street.

The weather was nice – warm and sunny, with just...
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posted by mari_giovani
This is a short story, based on a song. The song's kinda spoilerish so i'm gonna put its link at the end.
Ps: i just finished this so it probably has some typing and pontuaction mistakes...I'll review and hariri later! :)

There he was once again, holding his knees in his arms, on the corner of that kitanda that he often tries to forget, and across from him, his terapist sat, cleaning her glasses with a tissue as she had his file on her lap, tried to, for the yet unknown, last time, understand and help him.
"So how are wewe today, Jason? I'm glad to see that you're looking for the help that wewe need."...
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Preface
In middle school there are always groups there are the popular's with their clothes’, make up, money, and fame.

Then there are the nerds with their books, notes, pencils, and beakers for science class.

The musicians and artists with their instruments, voices, paintbrushes, and masks.

The actors and actresses with all their props, costumes, make up, and outgoingness.

Then there are the gangs though there aren’t many in our school with all the bling. Boom boxes and baggy clothes.

Last there are the jocks with their footballs, uniforms, and nets.

First Period
My Dirty Blonde hair...
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posted by Kimi4312
Chapter Four:Immortality

The inayofuata day, Kimberly came to her old house she once lived, she walked around and she look at all the rooms and she saw her old bedroom is now her twin daughter's room now, she sees a picture of her daughters and she went to her parents bedroom and sees pictures of her and her sister Alice as children, Kimberly felt so guilty of not telling them she was alive and she cries, Jacob notice she look so much like she used to be when they were younger expect her hair is now short and curly, he sees her sorrow behind her eyes and see a blood tear drop on the floor, he walked...
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posted by viju
I don’t know, I don’t know, what wewe mean
I just know, I just know, wewe ditch me
I just know, I just know, wewe hurt me
You hurt me!
I don’t want to know what wewe think
I just want to know why wewe made me think
I just know, I just know, wewe hurt me
You hurt me!

Hey you, runaway
I’ll take that way
Don’t wewe say
Don’t wewe follow me
Now wewe just do, what I want……..

I don’t know what wewe mean…..
I just know you’re so mean…….
I don’t want to think about it
I just want wewe to be never seen
I don’t know what wewe mean……..
I just know you’re so mean………
I don’t want to think about...
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posted by avatarluver990
GUYS, DO NOT READ THIS STORY!! I WILL BE RE-WRITING IT! IT'LL BE COMING UP SOON!!!!! DO NOT READ THIS ARTICLE!!!!! Thank you.

Not too long ago, probably this time period, deep below in the sea, where no human had ever crossed, was a kingdom; a kingdom strong and powerful which was ruled kwa a great sea king named Octlantus; he was a powerful ruler, along with his trident. The people respected the Sea King that named the kingdom Octlantia in his honor. Octlantus and his wife, Sea Queen Lynsca, had seven beautiful daughters: Jinsya, Kynlana, Otsyncia, Renya, Tsyniana, Isynlana, and Nynxa. The Sea...
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posted by emmett
Verse 1:
Well how Do I tell you
That i'm not breathing
How do I tell wewe that I,
I wanna go away
Sometimes I feel like
I just wanna scream it all out
Yeah, how did I get here
Now I'm losing the game

Chorus:
Now i look at you
And all that i think is that
Soon you'll be like me
Rejected and outcast - just like me
I don't think wewe realise
Just what you're trying to pull off here
I guess you'll be sorry
When wewe find out the hard way

Verse 2:
I don't think I'll ever forgive you
You're running at my pace
I got kicked out
Yeah wewe took my place
I'm not really involved now
It's all up to you
Just don't mess it up hun...
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posted by cassie-1-2-3
Spelling is important.
Grammar is important.
Especially when involving words…

In today’s world, written word is growing zaidi and zaidi common. With the fairly hivi karibuni introduction of text messaging, email, IM services, social networks, and online self publishing (which is what we’re all doing here on fanpop when we post articles, and what I am mainly addressing), it is not only important how your words sound, it’s just as important, if not zaidi so, how they look.

link* to me, some people seem to believe that spelling and grammar is not at all important in these self publications.
Just to list...
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