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posted by gossipgirlxoxo
I woke up in Ethan’s arms, which was zaidi comfortable than it should have been. I didn’t want to songesha au wake him, he looked peaceful and it was better when he was quite. I sighed and then saw his eye flutter. ‘Crap!’ I thought to myself, is eyes fully opened and turned to me. “Morning” he yawned, I smiled. “Morning, sleepy head” I giggled. He then signed. “Come on we have to get ready for school” he said, I moaned and got out of bed. I looked back and saw Ethan getting up. I opened my mouth to say something but was cut off kwa Gloria barging in. “Morning sleepy beauties’” She greeted. I turned to her and smiled. “Good morning Gloria” I said, Ethan just nodded and walked into the bathroom. I turned to Gloria, she just stood there. “Are wewe coming to school?” I asked she scoffed. “As if, I hated the first time...why the hell would I do it again?” She asked. I smiled. I understood what she was talking about. The bathroom door then opened, Ethan came out with just a towel wrapped around him. I signed and walked straight in not even daring to look at him. As soon as I went into the bathroom, I closed the door and did my normal morning routine. I got out of the kuoga and walked into my room, which so my surprise was empty. I sighed and got dressed; I put on black skinny jeans, with a plain white-t.

When I walked downstairs I noticed Thor, Dawn and Ethan all sitting on the couch, waiting for me. Thor was the first to stand up. He walked over to me; his face was full of pity. “Are wewe sure wewe want to do this?” he asked, I stared at him coldly. “Yes for the last time” I answered him. He put his hands up in defeat and then started to walk to the front door. Ethan and Dawn got up and started to follow. Ethan was a bit slower though he walked beside me.

Once we were at school, I was nervous just like everyone alisema I would be. The first period was taken over kwa a school meeting everyone has to be there. I walked in quietly trying not to be noticed, But I failed Liz had already spotted me. She came up to me and greeted me with a big hug. I was not sure why though. “Come on” She said, pulling me where our class was sitting. The principle came to the stand. It took him at least three whole dakika to quite everyone down. Before he started to speak he looked nervous like he was bringing something up that he was afraid no one wanted to heard au cared for that matter. He finally cleared his throat and started to speak. “Welcome back everyone, I hope wewe had a great weekend. But I regret to inform everyone that, a fellow student had passed away” he said, his words may of alisema he was sorry but not his face.

The rest of the siku was about the same. Did wewe hear this and that? The football team was in mourning and so were the cheerleaders. I stopped kwa my locker. “Sadie?” I heard my name being called I turned to see Remi, he smiled shyly. “Oh hujambo Remi, what’s up?” I alisema he set out a deep sigh. His siku must have been a lot worse than mine. “I’m sorry about the last time we saw each other” he said. I shook my head; I was the one who should be apologising. “No need, it was my fault” he smiled. “Here” he said, he put his hand into his back and pulled out an envelope. “The invitation for the funeral” he said. I nodded and took it. “It’s really happening” I said. He nodded and smiled. “Mother and father won’t leave the house and Kate won’t go to school” he said. Kate? “Who’s Kate?” I asked. He gave me a confused look. “Our little sister” he answered me. I nodded. “I’ll see wewe there” he said, behind his should as he left. I let out a deep sigh.

When I got home, the place was empty, au so I thought it was. “Darling, you’ve grown” I heard a gentle familiar voice. I turned to see my mother. “Mom, you’re here!” I screamed, I ran and hugged her. She smiled and let g of me. “Honey, how have wewe been?” she asked. I had two choices, tell her the horrible truth au lie? “Great” I lied. She laughed. “Sweetie, don’t lie to your mother, I heard about Adam” she said, damn. “Yeah, well his funeral’s soon” I said, she let out a deep sigh. “Just because he’s getting buried doesn’t mean, he’s gone” She said. I nodded. “I need to take a shower” I said, she smiled. “I missed wewe honey” she said.

As soon as I got in my room, I need to take a breath, to breathe. I needed to get away from this place. “That’s it after the funeral I will leave” I told myself. I looked over to the Adam’s pendant. “Wait, why is it here?” I asked myself. I walked over to it; its colour caught my eye. It was pitch black. “That only happens when a god has got his power stolen” I reminded myself. I picked it up; no rush went over to me. “Oh my god” Something clicked in my head. Adam was murdered for his power. I have nothing to say, Adam was dead. Adam was murdered. My phone then rang. The tone was dull; I picked it up and then noticed it was a private number. “Hello?” I asked I heard no answer. Nothing but whispers and deep breathes. “Hello?” I alisema louder than before. “Sadie” I heard my name being whispered. I didn’t recognise the voice. I sighed and then closed my phone. “Creep” I alisema to myself. I heard a knock at my door and then heard it open. “Hey” Dawn said. I smiled. “Hey yourself” I laughed. “I need to talk to you” She told me, I nodded. “Okay, talk” I said. She closed her eyes and then sat on the bed. “That day...that he died...I never told wewe how it happened au what happened” She said. I nodded; did I want to know this? “He was sitting at the kisima, chemchemi and someone came behind him and the inayofuata thing I knew he was dead” She said. I nodded. That wasn’t as bad as I thought, I was going to tell her everything, but I couldn’t. “Thanks” I smiled. She kissed me on the head and then left. I turned to look at my own pendant. “Here goes nothing “I said. I picked it up and then closed my eyes. This time I saw a grave stone. It was blank, but hand daisy’s inayofuata to it. I opened my eyes. “Where is the cemetery?” I asked myself. I got up and went to the computer. I searched for all the cemeteries in the state, there are two. I wrote the names down. I noticed one was where Adam was being buried.

I woke up being shaken. I opened my eyes to see my mother. I smiled. “Honey, we need to get ready for the funeral” She told me, I nodded. I waited there in my kitanda for a couple of moments; the same thoughts went through my head. The last time I saw Adam, he hated me. Adam’s dead. I did my best to drown them out as I got up. I didn’t know what I would wear. None of my outfits really screams funeral. I decided to go with a black knee high skirt, upindo and jacket. I didn’t want to kuoga I just did my hair and makeup. After I was done, I just stared into the window. It was snowing, why would it snow? Why did the weather have to match my feelings? I asked myself. I heard a knock on my door. I turned and saw Dawn she was smiling.

The funeral was nothing too special; people gathered around a coffin. The priest went on about life and how great it was. kwa the time it was over, I thanked god for that. “Darling are wewe ready to go home?’ My mother asked. I shook my head. I have to do something, I’ll come nyumbani later” I told her, she looked at me puzzled. But then her face softened. “Okay” She said, everyone was then gone, I just stood there in front of the grave stone. I walked away and then remembered I had to find, the girl’s grave.

I looked everywhere, but there wasn’t a blank grave in sight. I decided to call it a day. I turned and started to walk back but as I did I noticed somebody kwa Adam’s grave. I walked closer and saw a man with his back to me. I walked closer, he wasn’t wearing a tux. He got up and turned. My mouth dropped when I saw who he was.

Adam.
posted by Hades223
CHAPTER 1


Jason Card sat at his dawati in his science classroom bored out of his mind. He hated science. It was his least inayopendelewa subject. Mainly because it was the last subject of the siku and kwa that time Jason was usually ready to go home.
Mr. Form droned on and on about chemicals au something. Jason didn’t listen. He just sat at his dawati and drew on some paper. He was a very good drawer.
Jason Card was a fourteen mwaka old as of yesterday. His black messy hair never gave in to a brush which usually meant it was mangled and messy and went down to his ears. He was wearing a simple red t-shirt...
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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.
posted by Epismatic
A whisper in the cavern that goes unheard,

and a glimmer in the sky that stays unnoticed,

like the start of a brand new life, at the peak

of a mountain never scaled, lies in wait.

It can't be moved kwa any cosmic mover,

so no passing wind au fog will douse it.

Only your eyes can scratch out the image

au accept it, the light at the edge of your eyes.

Will wewe take hold of the key you're offered?

Stop imba of freedom; seek it instead?

To become a companion of the new

takes an ever expanding, soaring gaze.

But even kwa taking one step forward,

kwa placing one hand onto the mountain,

as the wind tugs gently at your back,

wewe will realize the cage has already been broken.
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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“Bow before oh bow before the Mistress of the Blade.”

She dances in shrouds of silk scarlet.

Heel over heel in spinning in time.

Fabric twisting ‘round her delicate ankles.

“Praise oh praise the Mistress of the Blade.”

The sword an extension of her graceful arm as she twirls it about in Mid-September air.

Crisp September air.

The blade slashes through leaves as they fall.

Hilt of dhahabu adorned in ruby and diamond.

Gleaming and glistening as it slides from her grasp. Wailing through that oh so crisp Mid-September air.

“Watch in wonder oh watch the Mistress of the Blade.”

By night she finds...
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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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