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posted by SweetHoneyBunny
The first rays of sun beat down on the scarred land, baking and scorching the already dry soil. Small clumps of crops grew here and there where there was enough to hold onto. From the small village, a scrawny rooster could be heard announcing the morning as people left the shelter of their huts, thanking whoever had let them survive another night.

Talow was like any other fifteen mwaka old that was still alive and not recruited. He worked on the farm, if wewe could call it that, picking the weeds and making sure the village would have food. Shoving himself off the thin blankets, Talow got ready to face another day.
“Good morning, papa.” He stepped outdoors to see his father hooking up the nyumbu, mule to the old wagon. “Where are wewe going? The crops are not ready to harvest and we have nothing else to bring to market.” Talow helped his father buckle the straps around the animal’s thin chest.
“We need supplies.” His father alisema as he picked up his sack. “Your sisters are growing and will soon find husbands of their own, we can’t rely on them forever.” He wrapped the lead around his wrist and turned to lead the nyumbu, mule towards the neighbouring village of Maylan.
“I will come with you.” Talow followed his father.
“You need to finish your work first.” His father continued to walk on. “Besides, Maylan is no place for kids. Talow stopped in his tracks. He hadn’t been called a kid since his mother had seen him trying to help his sister bring in the crops.

He had been only five at the time, trying to drag one of the carts through the fields as his sisters, both at least three years older then he was, had loaded it with whatever had managed to grow that year. Talia, the oldest kwa six months had placed an armful of lumpy potatoes in the gari when the whole thing tipped over spilling the mornings labour across the dusty ground. Their mother had struck him across the ear, scolding him for creating zaidi work. She had alisema the fields were no place for a kid running around and getting in the way. Talow had spent the rest of the morning sulking under the elongated roof of the neighbours, shading himself from the bright sun and the harsh words of his mother.

She had passed two years zamani during the drought that had left everyone desperate for any water they could find. The barrels that usually collected rainwater were dry and the jungle, which had moved in as the climate had warmed, provided dangers beyond imagination. Talow watched his father walk down the winding trail to the edge of alisema jungle, disappearing between the large leaves as he followed the path to Maylan.

He turned to look out at the village. The occasional neighbour could be seen weaving between the huts, feeding chickens, milking goats, au getting ready to head out to the plains. Out here, away from the cities, people worked to survive. If wewe were lucky wewe produced enough for the family and maybe a few spare coins. Talow picked his way to a small hut on the edge of the village. The yard had a short fence made from mismatched materials like wooden beams, and rusting steel running around it keeping a few skinny chickens from running off and getting eaten kwa something. Stepping over the barrier Talow made his way to the front door of the slightly lopsided house. It was made from baked clay bricks and had stood here for years; the roof was an extension of the kilima behind it creating a green roof that allowed for a garden on top. The door shook on its hinges as he knocked on the thin board.
“It’s open.” A faint voice could be heard from inside the house. Talow pushed the door open revealing a circular room that was the only one in the house. The walls were washed in the dim light of a sputtering candle placed on a wobbling stack of old books. Beside these was a wooden meza, jedwali with two chairs, one occupied kwa the owner. She was no zaidi then four and a half feet with a tuff of white hair at the crown. Grandma Ninovan was the oldest woman to still live in the village. Both of her sons had been taken into the army when they were kids so she lived alone in her little hut. She had no grandkids so she wasn’t really anyone’s grandmother but she acted like one. Talow had grown up with Grandma Ninovan checking up on the family, for the past three years he had been doing odd jobs for her to repay for the countless times she had saved them from starving throughout the year. Everything from feeding the chickens, to repairing the fence with bits he could find discarded kwa others. Today she sat, looking out the round window at the jungle beyond.
“Grandma Ninovan? Is something wrong?” Talow was usually off with his assignment kwa now, happy to help in any way he could but today he wasn’t. Grandma Ninovan hadn’t even moved as he came in, she just continued to look out the window, hands clasped around the wooden cane she used, lips moving as if speaking. Talow leaned in to hear what the old woman was saying when the sound of shouting and gunfire caused him to stop. Talow looked to Grandma Ninovan, she was crying and trying to say something to him.
“Go, they are here.” Her faint whisper reached his ears just as a soldier, no older then Talow broke the door down with the butt of his gun. He stepped through the space, regarding Talow and Grandma Ninovan and as he checked the gauge on his flame-gun. Grandma Ninovan sat quietly, eyes closed as the boy let loose a jet of flame onto the furniture; the room was blazing within minutes. Talow reached for Grandma Ninovan but she pulled out of his grasp, gesturing to the door. Hesitating, he ducked out the door as the soldier boy went from house to house, lighting them up the same way.

Talow was disoriented from the fumes but he managed to make his way back to his home, grateful that no one was home. He charged through the open door, grabbing anything that may be helpful. He threw a few things in a bag, shoving a balled up blanket in when he heard the screaming of woman and men alike. Talow took the bag and ran for the jungle; no one would follow him in there. He njiwa between the leafy branches, watching from the corner of his eye as his village, his nyumbani went up in flames.
posted by E-Scope90
One of my songs I wrote.

Luv is stronger than a whole red brick wall
Luv is stranger than a bird 9000 feet tall
When wewe compare a object with love
You'll see it will never fit on like a glove
With upendo you'll see big consequences
But you'll never ever finish your sentence
upendo is really just too much stress for some
I think their crazy why look so glum
People just don't believe in love
But they always have to push everyone and shove
upendo is wrong
upendo is not
upendo is right
upendo is tight
upendo is strange
upendo can change
In a range
That's why I'm imba this song
posted by alicia386
Dear Sam,
You wouldn't believe what it is like in the big city. I am so glad I got this job offer. If it wasn't for your persuasion skills, I would be stuck grieving over you.

When I got to the theatre, my first job was to ask the actors if everything was okay and if they needed anything. I saw Hilary Duff. She was playing the supporting role. She wanted my opinion on her costume. She wanted MY opinion.

My boss was a bit mean. He is controlling and obssessed with play. He wrote it himself. He can even get annoying but I stuck with him for the money.

Remember when wewe seaid wewe wanted to be a directior...
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posted by vivalasadie
Around this time last year, the whole club was buzzing.
Absolutely bursting at its seams with wonderful uandishi and magnificent people.
People who inspired me to become better with my writing.
People who taught me how to hold myself higher, and not let other people bring me down, including myself.
People who supported me, even though we barely even knew each other.
People who were delighted to see that I was online and posting writing, even though it was so incredibly un-entertaining and pointless.
People who were practically family.


May I just ask, why did we all have to leave our family behind?


At...
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posted by Max277
Chapter 1

"No! Not kwa yourself Luke Hissed at me." I had a partner, who was very protective over me." I'm just going to sneak in. All open the gates as soon as I get in I say." I look at Luke. " she'll be good. Were fine Luke Jake says." Luke bits his lip. " Okay but be careful Luke says." I smile. " this isn't my first ride cowboy I tease." He grins." Ha ha funny." Jackson taps my shoulder and points down below. A nyasi, nyasi kavu cart. Perfect. I check my area, and make a run for it. The gang (thats what I call my little group) keeps an eye out while I am running twords the nyasi, nyasi kavu cart. I dive into the cart....
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posted by dragonsmemory
To celebrate my triumphant return to True Writers, I'll be sharing some super-exclusive content with all of you. Anyone that's known me from before knows that I don't share this info lightly. This little snippet is your first look at the exciting events I have planned for the summer.

-"The Tail of the Royal Line". A little conspiracy I recently discovered among my notes. Worth a read for anyone who likes twisted plots.

-I will be revealing the meza, jedwali of contents for all three Shadow Trilogy vitabu in mid-August

-"Harry Potter and the Seven Horcruxes," a sixty-three chapter fanfic, will debut towardsthe end of the month. Fair warning: there's zaidi chapters planned.

This was just a small sample of my plans for the coming weeks. I do realize that I've been gone a long time, but I hope this new content will soften theblows aimed in my direction.




With love,
The Ever-Present Jo
jogoo washed quickly and thoroughly, making sure to scrub the dirt off of his clothing as well. When he was done bathing he dried himself, dressed in still-damp clothes, and slipped out of the washing room. As he made his way towards the kitchen, he heard voices coming from it; Dina’s voice, warm and friendly, and then someone else speaking, a female whose voice jogoo did not recognize.
    “…did look a bit wild when I first saw him,” Dina was saying, “but I’m sure now that he’s washed up he looks much better. Though I daresay he’ll still need some sleep and...
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posted by AlOoOosh
I know wewe got to go
But, no I can’t let wewe go now
You are the reason why I’m alive
You are the reason why I am existed
I’m breaking every night
While wewe are sleeping in your bed
Take my hand and lets go
I am bleeding …
I am bleeding…
And I need wewe to stay
Let me see the sorrows
that are kept deep inside of you
I want wewe to explode
Show me that monster
Cry…disappoint me
And let me scream
…………
I still can’t find the right way
You’ve driven me here
And now wewe are fading
No…you won’t disappear again
I can’t believe I found you
I’ve taken everything from you
Now wewe are very poor!!...
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I don’t upendo you….
But I want to be with you…
I admire you..
I adore you..
I don’t upendo you..
I only want to stay with you…
I want to follow you..
To hell ……to heaven ….as long as I am with you..
About the whole world I don’t care…
As long as I am with you..
I am always thinking of you..
I am not worried about you..
I am worried about my future ….about my life..(about my whole world )…without you………
I don’t upendo you..
But I loved dreaming with you…
I don’t upendo you..
but I am salama with wewe …
And I want to hold you
I don’t upendo you…
So…..do wewe upendo me?
I don’t hate wewe …
But please tell me..
Who am I?
And who are you???
posted by 1999jacko
Children gather round, gather round. I will tell wewe all a brilliant story, no quiet and i will begin.
This story, my children, is about two young boys-one called john who had big burly muscles and Padraig who had long brown hair that covered one eye and a big build- who had no one but each other, both their parents had died when they were babies. None of their family wanted them, they were neglected kwa their own kin. kwa the time they were 13 they had been to so many foster homes that never had any time to make any friends. Trouble makers they were no one you'd like to hang around, they did...
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posted by alicia386
"That doesn't change a thing," I alisema as Jason's strong arms fell kwa his side instead of wrapped around me. "Since when do wewe follow the rules. wewe never listen to your dad au anyone for that matter."

"But this is different," whispered Jason. "I can't handle seeing wewe sent away, Felicia."

"I would rather be sent away than for wewe to ignore me!"

"It is for the better," he whispered. He would not meet my eyes and I knew why. He would collapse if he saw even the slightest bit of hurt in my eyes.

I ran away from him and to the safety of my house. I ran and ran as he called my name. Each time my name...
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posted by alicia386
Friday

I cried last night and this morning. If wewe think that is crazy then obviously wewe haven't felt the pain of losing a friend. It stings like a bee, no, worst than a bee because this dying won't go away. Velvet went camping with a few of her Marafiki so she won't be back until Saturday. Can wewe believe this? Everyone has Marafiki but me. L. J stopped calling. I bet he is surfing au doing something with his friends. Kyle vanished into thin air because I have haven't see him since the last siku of school. My Marafiki are ignoring me because of what I alisema in my blog. It is my blog! I can say...
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posted by alicia386
Monday

Hazel and Tammie have finally made up. Thank god. Nothing is fun when those two our at each others throats. I think Tammie has some serious issues though. When Hazel told her that she will miss her because Tammie is going to Brunswick High while the rest of us are going to Glynn Academy for high school. Tammie alisema that she won't miss us because she is going to make some new Marafiki at Brunswick High. That was cold. Hazel was obviously hurt kwa the comment. I don't get why Tammie would say something like that? I think Tammie is upset that we will be leaving her while she goes to a different...
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posted by BlondLionEzel
Chapter 1

"Where am I?" Nick alisema as he looked around the strange area. Then he suddenly heard some sort of alien language from outside. Nick went and looked and heard everything they said. "What are they saying?" Nick wondered.

Suddenly, two female aliens walked into his room.

"Who are you???" Nick asked as they grabbed him and put him on a collar, alama and leash.

"Who's a good boy?" One of the alien girls cooed as the other tickled my chin.

"Um..." Nick alisema as he started to blush a deep red.

"Come on. The girls are waiting." One of the alien girls told Nick as he had to walk with them, Nick still being...
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added by alicia386
Dave Days
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posted by BlondLionEzel
Chapter 1

Leo was a 15 mwaka old boy who loved plants went to see the new private garden. He had jet black hair and brown eyes.

"This place is amazing...i can't wait to see all the plants i inherited!" Leo thought to himself as he saw the old groundskeeper.

"There are rumors that there is a ghost that cries in the gardens..." The Groundskeeper told Leo.

"Ghosts don't exist" Leo alisema as he just walked away.

Leo kept walking deeper in the garden and heard some crying.

"Maybe that guy was right..." Leo thought as he kept walking down the path.

Leo just kept walking towards the crying he was curious about...
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posted by BlondLionEzel
Prologue

Once upon a time, there was a large garden that was owned kwa a great wizard, Hoo Doo. There were Beets, Roses of every color, Carrots, Cabbages, Lettuce, Orchids, Lilly Pads, Venus Flycatchers, Grapes, Mustard Plants, Apples, Peaches, Avocados, Cactus, Ferns, kakao Trees, Vanilla Beans, and Sweet Peas.

But there was only one problem: Hoo Doo let no one come in, but there was only one girl who came in out of curiosity.

Her name was Rose, she was 14, had red hair, green eyes, and freckles all over her pale face.

"This garden is beautiful!" Rose alisema in a very cheerful mood, she was very...
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posted by sadiebugz00
7
WHY?
Carter’s Perspective


Veronica just saved my life. Veronica just saved ME from being killed. It just didn’t seem possible… I thought she hated me, despised me, loathed me.
Why would she save me? Why would she risk her life? For me? I can’t even see her risking her life on Mark, her own brother!
Would she even consider that? I doubt it. So why for me?
I go to sleep, with the questioning echoing throughout my head, “Why?”

(Says it's too short so... blaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa okay thank you)
posted by sadiebugz00
6
STUPID LITTLE MUTT
Veronica’s Perspective


Sometimes I look at the mutt and wonder how the rest of the pack even suspects he’s a coyote. Once I tried to convince Mark, but he was like, ‘Ha ha! Good joke, sis. wewe only wish that because wewe think he’s zaidi powerful than you!’ He’s a real moron sometimes. There’s no way that anyone could be zaidi powerful than me! Besides Luke, of course. Luke scares even me sometimes.
I walked over to a cactus where I could get some water when I see something …peculiar in the distance. I saw two shapes. One was struggling… the other appeared to...
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posted by sadiebugz00
4
SAY WHAT NOW?
Derek’s Perspective


I drive up to my house and open up the front door quietly just in case Jess was taking a nap. She was not, I repeat, not taking a nap.
I walk in to find my girlfriend, the one that alisema she knew the best for me and would never cheat on me, was sitting there inayofuata to Landon. My best friend! She kept on trying to get closer to him, but good ol’ Landon kept pushing her away. “Come on!!” she was whining, “You know wewe wanna snuggle!”
“No. I absolutely don’t want to ‘snuggle’,” he replied, I could see horror on his face as he kept backing away...
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posted by Weasel1999
V The Bedroom
When Ember finally found a bedroom it was well worth the wait. A gorgeous raised four poster filled the centre of the room. The hangings were made up of crimson and indigo velvet square patches and the wood was jet black with intricate carvings of dragons, princesses and magical palaces climbing up and down the posts. The bedclothes were of dusky pink silk and embroidered with beautiful jewels of the most wonderful colours imaginable. Reds and purples green and blues, they shone and sparkled dazzling in splendour.
The walls were hung with beautiful portraits, satin scarfs and tapestries...
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