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posted by amoremusic
Soft and gentle without a cause,
running towards a light that moves
Where to go after a pain like this and what to do
It’s hard to say the right thing at the right time
when all wewe want to do is express who wewe are.
Pain, sorrow and anger is all words create sometimes.
How do wewe know when to say a word au keep your mouth shut?

Kind words are less spoken in these times and
zaidi and zaidi people are hurt kwa it than actions
It dries a moyo that was ones filled with upendo for others
and now where does it lead -
To dust and dust alone;

Caring has been put aside and
anger and deceit has risen instead
why does this occur in such a violent way
It opens doors that should have been kept shut
and closes doors that should be open;

One brick at a time they say
In the end the ukuta around wewe will be finished
and you’ll be salama from the world outside
Now the choice is, who to let in and who to keep out
So many people so little trust;

Open eyes closed mouth.
All wewe see is a fading life,
from colour to grey and grey to black
Slowly but surely life will seize to exist and
nyumbani is where I’m headed and
no one can stop it;

What is words if there is no meaning.
Words from the moyo is better said
than words without a heart;
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posted by SweetHoneyBunny
Could wewe leave everyone behind for an unknown country? Fighting for your life and the freedom of others.

Could wewe train with fellow soldiers, have the will to push ahead? Through snow, rain, and mud; everything against you.

Could wewe stay strong as men fell around you? Bleeding, crying, dying in one anothers arms.

Could wewe carry wounded fighters missing limbs and crying in pain? Pushed past the breaking point never to return again.

Could wewe run headlong into gun moto as it picks off all of your friends?

Could wewe kill another soldier forced to fight for his country? With a family back nyumbani hoping...
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Note: this chapter's from Zoe's point of view.
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I turned away from Ryker. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw fawn Elliot smiling at him.
    I liked Fawn—at least what I know about her, which isn’t that much. But we did a science project together, so I’ve talked to her.
    She seems nice. Well, she doesn’t talk much, but she has a handful of Marafiki who she wouldn’t dream of leaving. She’s kept some of them since kindergarten.
    I glanced back at...
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Note: This chapters from Quin's point of view. Also, LadyEmzy16 came up with the title Tales of a Group of Outcasts, so she gets full credit for that!

Also, even if wewe don't like it, please maoni why wewe don't like it so I can make it better.
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I walked into the bathroom and sank to the floor inayofuata to one of the sinks. I stared at the ceiling.
    I was starting to doubt I was ever going to get a boyfriend, au even kiss. I mean, Zoë had her first kiss in fourth grade, and I’m fifteen!
    Of course, that’s Zoë....
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My name is Clarissa. Today, our neighbors suddenly moved out, and warned us of the new neighbors moving in. Something like, "Killer. Devil. Wizard." It sure sounded creepy, and I didn't want to meet my new neighbors, but my parents, being their kind selves, alisema that they had to make a matunda cake for them.
In the afternoon, when I met the woman, she alisema her name was Jainzsott. She walked a black cat. That woman must be really bad luck, I thought suspiciously. Jainzsott lived on Devil's Lane, inayofuata to my house. She kept her shades drawn, alisema she had two thumbs, and that she could take off...
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posted by SweetHoneyBunny
I stood frozen in the yard for what seemed like eternity, holding that piece of fabric. Could Brett have been taken kwa the wolves? I couldn't shake the image of Brett being dragged away kwa those beasts. I went back in the house and texted his cell. “Hey, u home? Where'd u go this morn?” I closed my phone and placed it on the table. The clock alisema it was only 7:00pm so I made a sandwich, mom had finally gone shopping, and sat in the jikoni listening to the wind howl. I was enjoying the peace, when my phone rang. I jumped off the chair I was seated on and ran to the living room. I scooped...
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Same guy, different video
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He kinda puts it into a whole other perspective.
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This one is for you!
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posted by MissCarolyn143
Hey Guys!
I'm glad that wewe readers enjoyed the first chapter and/or part now here's the sekunde one!
And again I'm telling wewe this please maoni if wewe liked it au if
you found something wrong with it cause I really wanna improve my writing!
I also tried to make it longer than the first one which I wrote in while I was in a hurry.
Carolyn

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Part Two:
Autumn stood there in the dark entrance hall,her moyo pounding against her ribcage like a hammer on cloth, "Hello?" she called but there was no response instead the lights...
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posted by hgfan5602
I'm a stranger
Just walking on the crossroads,
Waiting for the sun to set,
Hoping the days could go kwa faster

Oh why did wewe ever throw me back?
Cuz now I have to be a stranger
Just sitting on the city benches
There's no place in the world for me

Oh say it's not true,
What wewe told me
I can't live on your garbage everyday
I'm not a stranger in this world

I'm not just a stranger
That no one knows
I don't wanna hide my fear anymore
These city benches are way too dusty

I'm now finding a place for me
You can't keep me inside
Locked up, sewing dresses for you
I'm truly zaidi than wewe may think I am

I'm not a stranger...
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