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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 in horror as her friend left this world,never to return.

50 years later........

Likelings have now been discovered, hunted. But not many humans believe in them. The likelings hide, keeping a low profile, not wanting to upset the 'balance'. But there is a place which calls to them, a sanctuary. Those with a pure moyo are led there, no one knows how they are, not yet.


The girl's eyes closed as they Lost the never-ending battle with sleep. She sighed in defeat, a low uncomfortable sound. She didn't want to sleep, though her dreams weren't nightmares. However, they were....unsettling, for an odd reason.

Soon she was there, the land of her dreams. A large building was surrounded kwa tall, old, trees; huge bristley ferns and oaks. There wasn't a gate to the castle, there never had been, instead, the trees would part, creating an evergreen archway that prevented her from seeing anything except the building and lucious nyasi beneath her feet, which were bare. It was always that way.

The girl felt the cool nyasi under her feet, and suddenly knelt down, enjoying the slight tickling of the smooth surface. Not able to resist, she pulled up a little of the soft green blades. Then, she heard it:


"Alexis Baker?" An ominous voice boomed from high above the twisted boughs of the trees. Standing up, she nodded towards the voice.
"It is time for wewe to leave this place and wake, wewe will be arriving here in reality soon." The thunderous voice said.
"How?" was all that she could think to ask, and there was a long silence before the voice gave a reply.
"Your pure moyo will lead wewe the right way...you are a likeling dear, this is your path."

Alexis woke up with a start, her head spinning. Likeling? She racked her brains, trying to remember what a "likeling" was-it sounded oddly familiar. Was it some kind of country? A job? After some thinking, Alexis decided it must be some kind of mythical creature. Wow, were her dreams weird! And repetetive too; she'd been in that odd world so many times before.
She yawned, bringing her hand close to her mouth. Suddenly, she noticed that she was clutching something in her pale, thin hand-a single blade of soft, wonderful grass.




Chapter 1-The beginning.

Alexis was in the flat, plain grassy park around the corner from her home, lying on her back in the nyasi watching the clumps of fluffy marshmallow clouds float across the azure sky. She pulled and pulled blades of nyasi out under her blue t-shirt, unsatisfied at the texture. She wished that she hadn't tossed the blade she owned in the garbage.
It was stupid, Alexis thought, just stupid. The nyasi must've been in her hand all night. She must've not washed up well enough and left it in her hand. But she hadn't been thinking in a rational way when she first touched the slippery, soft blade; Alexis had thought it might have come from her dream world! But that was impossible! That eerie world wasn't real and she wasn't a......what were they called?

Likeline. No, that wasn't it. Likeing, maybe?. No, she remembered, it was likeling. The term floated around her confused mind, like the clouds floated so high above......


One small week ago, Alexis googled Likeling. She didn't get anything except a few weird cult sites, which consited of vampires, demons, werewolfs and likelings. Alexis couldnt understand it,and was beginning to doubt her sanity. What if the
voice in her mind was real? Was it telling her the truth?Her eyes closed and she listened to the children laughing, the mbwa barking and the rustling of the trees. Trees?


There are no trees at the park, she remembered suddenly.....


Alexis took a deep, shaky breath and opened her eyes. The first thing she noticed was that she could not hear the babble of children talking and the raucous barking of dogs. Then, she noticed she was no longer in the park. The children, fluffy dogs, women pushing strollers and men out jogging had all disappeared. She was in a grassy meadow, but the nyasi here was softer. The sky was an even deeper blue. The air was that just-right temperature. Alexis shuddered. She was in her dream.

"I'm dreaming...." Alexis muttered. "I-I'm dreaming. I just have to get to t-the tunnel, and I'll wake up, like I always do."
. Alexis stood up on her shaky legs, running her fingers through her long dark hair. At first, she stood rooted to the spot, teetering slightly forward, rocking back and forth like the trees nearby. "Keep going," she muttered through gritted teeth, "get to the archway."
Again, the trees formed the tunnel, and Alexis was relieved. She dashed madly forward, her bare feet thudding against the ground. She knew the land well enough to know that there were no sticks au rocks au shards of glass to hurt her, so she didn't watch her feet as they thudded against the ground. Instead, she kept her eyes fixed on the tunnels edge. Soon, she thought, her moyo thudding like a drum, soon the voice would ring out and she would wake up.



Alexis kept running. And running. And running. Suddenly, her eyes squinted closed and she felt herself running across a paved brick pathway, meadows of the soft nyasi on either side. Suddenly, her curiosity drowned out her fear. This was her dream. She was going to get inside that castle. Nothing could hurt her while she was asleep.....

She passed under a tan brick archway. As she passed under, Alexis noticed strange markings on it- undecipherable symbols that reminded her of hieroglyphs. For a second, she stopped, and leaned against the archway, tracing her fingernail across a ubunifu in the shape of an eye. It was so quiet here, so mysterious, so....creepy.

Alexis tore her eyes away from the symbols and kept running.


She stopped when she noticed a boy who was much taller than Alexis his hair much darker than hers that stuck up in places, he must have been around her age leaning up against a crumbling stone ukuta in a shadowy niche inayofuata to the large wooden door. Alexis jumped back at the sight of his silent, untrusting face. He seemed nervous, too; his eyes were wide like chajio, chakula cha jioni plates when he barked:


"Don't come any closer!" The boy held up his scratched, injured hands, as if he was trying to knock her over with his mind. Alexis jumped at the sound of his voice, fear engulfing her, but calmed herself down with some deep, shaky breaths. This had to be a dream, she thought. But why did it feel so real? The shock of fear seemed much zaidi real than in her dreams, and her chest was paining from her long run. But what if this wasn't a dream? What if it was.....real? The shockingly bright sun beat down on Alexis as she stared at the boy in front of her. Suddenly, she blushed. She had to onyesha manners, even if this was a dream!
"What're wewe staring at?" The boy asked, trying to appear brave. He took a step forward.
"Oh-nothing." Alexis closed her eyes tight. She'd wake up, and maybe meet the boy again tomorrow. She just wasn't prepared at the moment. She closed her eyes as hard as she could, but remained on the path, barefooted and tired.
"This ain't a dream." The boy alisema suddenly. Alexis peered through her eyelids to see the boy walking toward her, his face frowning slightly. She didn't answer, so the boy asked again:
"What are wewe doing here?"
"A-a voice-in my dream-it told me to come-said I'd find the way-"
The boy stared deep into her eyes, as if he was wondering whether au not she was lying. He heaved a sigh. "Well, then, I guess you'll have to take the test." Ignoring Alexis's confused and worried face, he stepped up towards what looked like empty air. He pushed his finger outward, and the air rippled at his touch.
"A force field," he explained, nervously scraping his foot against the ground, as if wondering whether au not he should have told her.
Alexis stuttered as she saw this, wondering what to say. The boy didn't seem to notice this.
"It will let wewe pass if wewe are one of us." He told her in a cool voice. "So come on. See if wewe can pass the test au not."

Alexis nodded and walked over, stopping inches from the invisible wall.

Did she want to pass this test au not?


I hope wewe liked the first chapter, if I get enough feedback I may continue...x

P.S Most of this is down to woofbark.
posted by disneyworld007
Okay, well I want to start uandishi a ndoto Book, and I have come up with a couple starting sentences, but I can't think which one I should start with, please give me your honest opinion on which one I should start with......

1. Mr.Johnson's math class joined together in room B3, and sat down at their desks like any other day, but it was anything but that.

2. Once upon a time, there was a school in Grand Rapids, called St. James and thats where our story begins.

3. The school siku at St. James in Grand Rapids started out like any other siku for the kids of Mr. Johnsons math class.

4. Our story begins with room B3, a classroom in St. James in Grand Rapids.
posted by ivoryphills
Elliot Rhodes sat in her well-worn dawati chair at her computer, skimming her notepad for the umpteenth time, tapping her pen as her impatience grew. She waited for a story to flow onto her paper, a feat that wasn't foreign to her until last year, when a book she published got her into some scalding water with the nation's minorities and her publisher.

She was lucky that the publisher didn't drop her; she was a Milwaukeean college student, living just below the poverty line, and whatever small sales her vitabu made was added to her meager income. So there Elliot sat, wishing that something would...
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posted by Elizabeth90luv
Η Αλήθεια

Σε αυτόν τον κόσμο τον αχανή,
όλοι ήμαστε σκλάβοι φορτικοί,
δεν υπάρχει αλήθεια πραγματική,
εδώ που το ψέμα κυριαρχεί.

Ολοι ζούμε μια ψεύτικη ζωή,
μια ευτυχία εικονική,
από άλλους είναι φτιαγμένη,
χωρίς αγάπη αληθινή.

Και η αλήθεια είναι χαμένη,
μεσ’ το σκοτάδι, για πάντα εξαφανισμένη.

Για κανέναν δεν είμαι εδώ,
ουτε για ’σένα...
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posted by 1-2vampire
As everything that has ever happened to wewe flashes before your eyes, wewe see what life is like, when your vision is rimmed with darkness, wewe see that this is the end. When your last sight is sorrowful, painful, then wewe see what life is like. When your last sight is one of a ndoto world, maybe in a meadow, (i don't know, it can happen), then wewe haven't seen anything yet. As everything goes foggy, then wewe suddenly want to see more. A passionate longing for zaidi life. But wewe do not know what is to come. Life may seem sweet, au it may seem sour, but when wewe live, wewe do not know what it...
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posted by coriann
I was at nyumbani eating chajio, chakula cha jioni and drinking with my friends. We were all laughing "No they hated me i swear. Anyway, wewe wanted to know why i was late."
"Come on, tell us" alisema Selia
"Alright....I met this guy in a cult."
They all bursted out laughing
"No I'm serious, he was crazy. Found him down the back road. He calls me, the lion."
They all got serious "Well lets go" alisema Mandy.
"Lets all go" alisema Frankie
I smiled but I bet the expression on my face was (are wewe serious?)
We all walked into the cult. Now I don't believe i explained it properly last time. There were big front doors. machungwa, chungwa brown with...
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posted by ZekiYuro
Are yousomebody who can't wake up in the morning?Do wewe need 2 cups of coffee before wewe can start a new day?Do wewe feel awful when wewe first wake up?

Scientists say it's all because of our genes.How did they find it out?Researchers from the chuo kikuu, chuo kikuu cha of Surrey interviewed 500 people.They asked them maswali about their lifestyle,for example what time of siku they preferred to do exerscise and how difficult they found it to wake up in the morning.Scientists then compared their majibu to the people's DNA.

They discovered that we all have a "clock" gene,also called a Period 3 gene.This gene can...
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posted by Sutelc22
i still wonder...was it a dream...was i obducted kwa aliens and in a illucive state of mind...what happened to me? i was lying on my kitanda fading in fading out,ithink i went to sleep but i couldnt tell i could still see all the things around me in my room.the alarm clock,the lamp,which was still on,all the things in my room wre still the same.theonly things that were different was that i was paralyzed,icould not songesha no matter how hard i tried.there was a loud ringing in my ears.i tryed to wake up but i couldnt.then it happened.i was levitated over my kitanda about four feet.i could not songesha nor speak.i...
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posted by DxCFan123
I felt sick and went to the bathroom. I felt sick, but nothing was happening. Then, class ended. The moto alarm started to ring through the hall ways. Everyone was screaming. I realized the moto was right in the hallway of the bathrooms. I barely opened the door to find red monsters in the middle of the fire. I tripped and fell out of the doorway. They saw me and before I knew it, I was tied up and being gagged with a cloth. They left me kwa the fire. Everyone was trying to find the fire. Bruno appeared in the hallway. Bruno ran to me, going through the flames without a scratch, burn, au injury.....
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posted by para-scence
I stayed in my room all siku on Sunday, coming out once au twice to use the restroom down the hall. I didn't see Dad at all that day, which was a plus. Not enough to ease my remorse, though. I wanted so much to run to Micah and get the hell away from here. He, after all, was the only thing keeping me from killing myself right at this moment.

On Monday though, Dad knocked on my door, not so violently this time.

"Alessa! Get up now before you're late!" I dragged my limp body over to my closet and got dressed. I finished getting ready, and then was out the door. I missed Micah; I was late. I probably...
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posted by para-scence
Lucy soon became like a mom to me. She watched after me, and made sure I got enough to eat (even if it was from a dumpster). I grew zaidi anxious as the nine mwezi mark came near. Only then did I think about actually delivering the baby. Lucy promised she'd help me, and that she'd try to remember how it was handled when she had her sons and daughters. The baby began kicking and shifting around a lot, and it doubled me over in pain. It happened quite frequently, and I became kitanda ridden. Lucy didn't want me walking the streets like this, and she insisted that I stayed in the car. She brought me...
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