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posted by ashleigh-jadee
It was a winter’s morning when Nicola realised something strange. It was a peculiar morning, yet she didn’t understand why.
    Nicola called her mum from her bedroom, but she got no reply. She tried a sekunde time, and even third time lucky. Yet Nicola still got no reply.
    Finally, after a few dakika of what was an eerie silence, she jumped out of her kitanda and ran across to her mum’s bedroom. She flung the door open with such force that it made a loud bang, scaring herself at first for sure.
    Nicola took a glance at the bed. It seemed as if no one had slept in it all night. The kitanda covers and sheets were neatly laid down, there wasn’t a single crease.
    She walked back to her bedroom, worried and confused. Thoughts were racing around her mind as she tried to focus and concentrate. She picked up her dressing kanzu, gown when all of a sudden, her phone started ringing. She looked at the caller’s name. “Ella” she muttered to herself as she answered the phone.
    “Hey Nicola” Ella said, rather happily too.
    “Hi Ella, what wewe ringing me at this time for?” asked Nicola, curiously.
    There was a silent pause for a few sekunde as Nicola patiently waited for Ella to reply.    
    “This morning, I woke up. My mum’s usually up before I am. I went downstairs… and no one was there!” Ella exclaimed, pausing for a moment. Ella went on to say, “Maybe our parents have… vanished?”
    Ella had a huge grin on her face. At the other end of the phone, Nicola wasn’t too sure about that idea as it worried her a little. There was a long silence at first. After half an hour, Ella put the phone down after successfully reassuring Nicola that everything would be fine.    
    That same siku 1pm, Nicola and Ella decided to meet up at the park. They got there quite soon.
    The park was silent; wewe could only just hear the whistling through the bushes and the trees.
    Ella sat on a bench outside of the park and Nicola followed straight after her, sitting beside her. It was quite cold and frosty and the ice cold wind was blowing against the girls faces.
    Nicola coughed. Then she alisema “What if what wewe alisema was true? Maybe all the adults in the country have really….vanished?!”
    Ella thought for a moment. Then she smiled. She turned to Nicola as they both looked at each and grinned, as if kusoma each other’s thoughts.
    After a few dakika of their silence, Ella suddenly said, “I have an idea.” She grinned, a big grin too.
    “Go on, what is it?!” Nicola eagerly asked. She had her eyes locked on Ella, waiting for her reply. Her eyes were wide open.
    “Let’s go take a look at the shops, down town! I know, I know, I know, wewe might not think it’s the most exciting thing in the world. But come on!” Ella replied, still grinning.
    Nicola paused for a moment and had a think. She didn’t really like shopping, especially for clothes. She was definitely not one of the girly type. But Ella seemed to upendo it, for whatever reason.
Here is a selection of true stories from around the world last week.
1.Price of the week.
James Bolton,who is unemployed,was very excited when he won first prize in a raffle last week.The prize was a weekend for two at a hotel in Bournemouth on the south coast of England.Unfortunately,he was less excited when he saw the name of the hotel.It was the hotel where he had worked as a porter the awali month.He had Lost his job there.

2.Mistake of the week
A 33-year-old Norwegian man came nyumbani one night from the pub and got into kitanda inayofuata to his wife.The woman immediately woke up,screamed,and jumped...
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posted by 1-2vampire
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Tick, tick, tick
That sound, constant in my head,
A sound that haunts every mind,
A sound that brings fear,
A clock,
Ticking the sekunde of your life away,
Making life shorter and shorter with every tick,
Drawing death nearer and nearer,
But wewe should not live in fear,
For life is too short for such a thing,
Some people waste these precious seconds,
Others treasure them, making sure that no tick is wasted,
The clock ticks on,
But as this sound is registered,
What do wewe do?
Tick, tick, tick
Three zaidi seconds, gone, like that,
Did wewe use them well?
Live life,
For life is too short to spend these sekunde in hell.
His Melody
To quiet the tears
She sings him to sleep
When the morning has dawned
He can’t be roused from a rest so deep

She sings him to sleep
Night after night
And when he does not awaken
Her will to go on grows slight

She sits and waits while he’s away
She remembers his laugh and smile
Oh what a joy to see his joy
She lifts up a prayer “May I see him in a short while?”

She sits at the window and waits
The sun sets slowly behind the kilima
The others say hello but she doesn’t hear
She is waiting to make the tears still

The time has come she cannot wait
She sets out to see her boy
To stop the tears
To bring him joy

But the tears she stills are not his
They fall from her eyes
She sings his lullaby again tonight
As she kisses the stone and her son good bye
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posted by JellyPopper
The House I Cherish And Hate

~Chapter #1~


Marie and I upendo to adventure. However this time we went overboard. I think this was our LAST adventure."Are we there yet!" Marie alisema impatiently. "Yep its right here!" I alisema exited. "You wanna um... walk in fist Marzia?" Marie asked. "Sure!" I alisema starting to rethink this whole abandon house thing. I walked in slowly and held the door open for Marie. "Are wewe sure wewe wanna do this?" Marie said. "Of course, we will. Trust me" I alisema trying to convince Marie not to leave. "Okay i'll look for chakula and wewe look for beds and stuff if we stay over night."...
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Dear record of my misfortune I was correct. Today I walked into class and saw a huge pile of letters on my desk. When I opened them I realized that it was hate mail. It was so stupid, people were getting angry at me for what I did to Jessica when it was her fault! They were saying things like : Die emo bitch, kahaba die, bitchy whore. That last maoni doesn't even apply to me! I haven't even had my first kiss and they are saying this stuff to me! There was one letter that was bot mean even though I don't know who sent it. Inside it alisema roses are red violets are blue I don't now why they hurt you, if wewe want I'll tell them to can it, all because I upendo wewe Janet. I don't know who wrote wewe upendo poem rhyme thing but I upendo wewe too!
posted by jedigirl
The siku my life became zaidi than reality was when I was seven.
2 months earlier, my mother had passed away due to reasons I never understood. All I knew was she was gone and Dad wouldn't talk about it.
I was sitting at my desk, watching the snow fall out the classroom window. The window started to frost over quickly. I turned back to the teacher, but she was frosting over too. I realized it was my vision frosting over. I rubbed my eyes to stop it, but it only made it worse. So I sat in my dawati and let it take over.
I soon found myself in a field of dandelions and fireflies. I looked around...
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posted by Isabella_17
Is It True wewe Lie?
Is It True wewe Hate Me?
Is It True wewe Want Him?
Is It True You're My Best Friend?
Is It True wewe Enjoy Hurting Me?
Is It True wewe Like Me Crying?
Is It True wewe Talk Behind My Back?
Is It True wewe Tell People Our Bussiness?
Is It True I Hurt You?
Is It True wewe Back Stabbed Me?
Is It True wewe Let Me Believe The Lies?
Is It True wewe Let Me Call wewe My True Bestfriend When wewe Weren't?
Is It True.....?

This is A Poem Hope Yuh Enjoy It Btw Tell Me What Yuh Think And This Is Just About Me Gettin Hurt After Being Stupid Enough To Believe Her Lies She Wasnt A True Bestfriend
posted by AuthorForPooh
Her eyes were moto red,
as if they were
lit from anger.

I dont understand
why wewe are
mad at me.

Why wewe shoot
those harsh words
at me.

Aimed like bullets,
piercing my soul.
And It cant heal.

I never can dodge them.
The words hit me,
and I fall back.

My Marafiki ask me:
"What's wrong?"
"Can I help?"

But they cant help.
Because I dont understand,
why wewe are mad.

Why do wewe have to do
what wewe do to me?
Why does it give wewe
joy to harm me?
Why?
Why are people bullies?
Why dont my Marafiki take action?
Why cant wewe tell me WHY?
posted by TheAmyPond
She stopped dead in her tracks. She was startled. Her voice was completely gone. Shockingly, she saw that the hooded silhouette in front of her wasn't her mother; she did not know who it was.
Slowly, as not to alarm the unwanted visitor, she reached out for her ballpoint pen and dug it as deep as she could into the neck of the intruder. The mess was horrific, blood all over her face as well as his clothes, but Emily stayed strong. She clumsily tumbled off her kitanda and ran as fast as she could downstairs to the phone.
She hastily pressed any buttons she could until she'd finally keyed in the number...
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posted by para-scence
"Cosette!" Echo shouted. We ran over to each other, and hugged. She nearly squeezed the life out of me, but I didn't care; I'd missed her so much.

"Echo! I'm so glad to see you!"

"Ahem," a voice said. Echo smiled and rolled her eyes, and took a step back. Asher smiled as he hugged me, and kissed my cheek. I laid my head on his chest.

"I missed wewe too," I told him. He chuckled.

"Come on!" Echo alisema impatiently. "Let's go do something! Anything! I just don't want to deal with this mushy-teen-love crap." Asher and I rolled our eyes, but smiled. I told Grandma we were going to hang out.

"See you...
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posted by para-scence
I admit that I kind of slipped into a depression. I wasn't sure what to think about anything. I started to feel like I couldn't trust anyone. I wanted so bad to drink, and forget for at least a little while, but I couldn't when someone was always home.

That was the only bad thing about not being with Drew anymore; I rarely go the chance to drink. I started going into withdrawal as well. I couldn't keep control of my emotions, I felt like I was going insane sometimes. I had zaidi stress related seizures, zaidi than I usually do while on medication. I've had a lot of headaches, I've been sweating...
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posted by athena305
Streetlamps, houses, gates, remotes, books, CDs and televisions. Brothers. Pairs. Each has a twin. In this chaotic place of materials the world has come to be, everything has a brother. But brothers are family. And family is connected somehow; if not kwa blood, then kwa what?

Energy.

Look hard. At everything that has a brother. A line of energy casts a connection between the two. The energy, with its harsh glares and cold looks creates the strongest and most complex bonds. Strong because of their brotherhood. Complex because of its invisibility. For there is power in invisibility. Cold, cruel power. The power to be a persecutor with no chance of being a victim. The power to twist and squeeze but not feel the wrenching pain of your twists.

Now, wewe ask, what is left? Cruel, invisible energy. For a cruel, invisible world.







This is my first time uandishi in stream of consciousness. I know it's short but don't judge me too harshly.
posted by Sonicishot
It was late at night and the lights were out, and i couldn't see at all. So i crawled on the floor dragging my hand with me because i needed to feel my way too. I bumped into three friends. Ike, Roy, and Sheeda. I screetched. Ike covered my mouth. "SHUT UP!!!" He whispered. Roy chuckled. Sheeda followed my hand. So did Ike and Roy. I tried to stand up, but my head hit the table. I rubbed the back of my head and crawled out from underneith it. I slowly slid my hand across the ukuta to tafuta for the power switch. "Whoever this is, wewe are very cute!!!!" she alisema feeling around me to reconize...
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This is something I'm working on.. It's the first long piece I've attempted. People often told me I'm too good at imagery and description to write anything short. Perhaps I use too much imagery? I'm curious about what wewe guys think.

I already know it's a bit shakey at some parts. I still need to do some revising. I revise every time I finish kusoma a book. I feel each book teaches me zaidi and zaidi about writing.


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Welcome to Birchmoss
preview
(This was just a part of my planning and organization. It is subject to change)

Violet kept her skeletons right where they belonged. Hidden away...
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posted by serenacullen93
I wish that my mother was here that stupid drunk driver had never been born it was my fault that she died that she is now six feet under the ground . I remember that night like it was yesterday I had snuck out with my Marafiki to go to this party down town . Things got out control I called my mom from the side of the road for my mother to come get me one of the guys from the party zoomed down the road and hit my mother head on . I saw it I was right out side the car I saw the red hot metal cut into my mother flesh ending her life with one feel-swoop like the cut of a blade. The ones who should...
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posted by KatiiCullen94
today is the siku i get to see my girl. Kessy, my darling girl.And today nothing is going to stop me.
i rushed into my best clothes that i even selected the siku before, i had to make a good impression for her. i hope she still loves me as much as she did.

I haven't seen Kessy in 3 weeks. Her doctors say i can be anywhere near her, i might "contaminate" her. My ass, the only disease i can give her is jsutmy upendo for her.
But sometimes i wonder that her doctors dont know whats really best for her.. But they word is better then mine.
I sits all day, alone. No family to visit her. Her red hair growing,...
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posted by Fangirl99
jamie is a beautiful girl. she has long ,blond hair,she has a pink shati and dark blue jeans. she was the cousin of lindsey.
she was walking her dog,sweetie,when,jamie tripped on a rock. she thn fell into the arms of trent.
'hell," he said.
"thnks for saving me,abd hi."
"you okay?"
"yeah,but,i,need to rest,and my house is pretty far from here.
"you can com,e over. i live across."
"thanks,um,"
"trent."
"trent."
they went to trents house,and they went up to his rom

"and this is my room."
i had a gray wall,with gutiar poster,and a bed.closet,drawers and other things.
"wow,thats a cool room."
"thanks."
"listen,do wewe have a girlfreind?"
"no,why?'
"i dont,do wewe wanna go out?"
"okay."
"so.."
then trent kissed jamie,and thats hat went on for the rest of the day.
posted by twilight_23
This is a piece I wrote for an essay contest about a mwaka ago. It's extremely short because they wanted us to keep it around 500 words, but I thought I would post it anyway. I upendo comments! Hearing what other people have to say about my stories is probably my inayopendelewa part of writing, so don't be shy, tell me what wewe think(: Also, if I made any mistkes (i.e. spelling, grammar, punctuation) please let me know so I can fix them, thanks:D


As I walk through the doors of my new high school, I see my best friend at the end of the long hallway. She's standing in front of her locker and she looks...
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posted by Fangirl99
title:real you

no matter wat
i say.no one believes
me anyway. so why do
i try.shes gonna deny.

there might be a day,
when things turn out to
change.they might actully see,
the real you.it aint likely.
but we should give it a shot.
telling them,is all i got.
one siku they will see,the real you.


here i go again.Another
day of stress.i alomst wanna die.
dont make me make wewe cry.
better back off,better step back.
cause any time, i might attack.

no matter wat
i say.no one believes
me anyway. so why do
i try.shes gonna deny.


there might be a day,
when things turn out to
change.they might actully see,
the real you.it...
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