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So Analisa and I walked slowly through her village. I looked around as we walked and everyone looked very happy and cheerful. I was very confused. "Shouldn't they be sad?" I asked. "NOT happy-go-lucky?" Analisa chuckled and replied. " There is no need to be sad. For we have food, shelter, and each other." I felt very bad. Just a few hours zamani I had yelled at my mom for getting mad at me and ran outside. I started to cry again. I sat in the zumaridi, zamaradi green grass,we had walked into a field,
Analisa asked "What is wrong?" I replied "I want to go home" Analisa alisema "That would be easier if I knew where wewe lived. Anyways, we need wewe here. wewe cannot leave. I'm very sorry." That didn't help me at all. I layed down on the soft nyasi and cryed my eyes out.
posted by coriann
The house lights were on bright. It was a lonely brick house, brownish cream and had a red galvenise roof. there was a square arch around the front door. It was big and had a light and a bench on the side. I walked up the one step to the open door. The boy had already run inside. Contrary to the arch, the inside of the house was black and dim and full of decor and dim lights. I should have noticed from looking at the glass louvers.
I saw a Muslim lady in machungwa, chungwa on the phone. She was fair (light brown) and thick. The machungwa, chungwa sari was high up over her knees. "Mam, Mam"
She was laughing, but she...
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posted by GummyBears_11
As screwed up as my life was, I always found joy in singing. I sang everyday, no matter what happened. imba helped me remember a better time. A time when 'he' wasn't around. A time when my mother WAS around. A time when I wasn't alone.

Chapter 1- Ring Around The Rosies

I jerked awake. I was covered in cold sweat, and I still had flashbacks of the nightmare stuck in my head.

"No! Mother, please, don't go!"

There was no use in falling asleep again. It was already 6:40, and soon enough, my stepfather would barge in my room, yelling at me to get up, calling me names, threatening to beat me....
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posted by noahnstar1616
-The inayofuata Day-
I woke up. The sun was shining in my eyes. I called my nurse and asked if she could close the blinds. She did. I grabbed my kitanda remote and pressed the button that allows new to sit up. Once that is done, I notice a meza, jedwali with a tray of eggs, baco, and machungwa, chungwa juisi on it. I reach for the tray and put it on my lap. I begin to eat. Not bad, but not good either. I grab the televisheni remote and turn on the television. I decide to watch Looney Tunes. Then my Grandma walked in.

"Good morning, sweetie." She was carrying a ziploc bag with a bagel inside. "Don't eat that stuff." Shm grabbed...
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posted by POPclogger216
I had originally planned doing this for A Choice, with the song sort of depicting what happened, but I decided not to. So, picture this as any couple/ people wewe want, whether they’re form the story, your own, au whoever. Merry Christmas!

I do not own the song, nor (most likely) the plot.

~*~

Two friends; nothing more, nothing less. One, who had never had snow in her krisimasi memories before, and the other, who had lived with white Christmases most of his life. This is a story of friendship, laughter, a hint of love, and a few memories being made.

~*~

Sleigh bells ring, are wewe listening?
In the...
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posted by problematic124
Her eyes were raw
But she could not cry
It was all she saw
The pain and the lies
Her hope was broken
She felt incomplete
Freedom was wanted she wanted to be
To be able to laugh
To be able to smile
If not even once
But once in a while
She has to survive
She has to survive
It's the only thing that could keep her alive
Her eyes started to water
But she held the tears back
She never wanted
To be seen like that
Her life was of ruins
She hurt a real lot
Her family was gone
And left to rot
It was a long time
And yet it still hurt
She felt like a crime
And even worse
But she needed to survive
They would want it that way
So...
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- Chapter 1: He's A Stray (Raven's POV) -
For only 20 years, 20 long years sucked for me, when I was only 23 years old, I became a vampire, why? well ask Jacob, my moron and bitch, kahaba of a boyfriend I wish I can strangle, me and Jacob were at a party from his friends, he was being a little prick like always even if people are around he would blame me for it, I was just looking at a couple of beautiful roses until Jacob grabbed my arm, "Why wewe always looking like a stupid tramp? at least onyesha some respect for once" he alisema and jerked my arm away, I ran to the bathroom, I just wish I can go but he's...
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posted by darkwave
I had a dream that was not at all a dream

The splendid sun was extinguished, and the stars

Roamed the dark eternal space,

No rays au script, and the icy earth

Revolved and blind negrejante the moonless air;

It came and went in the morning - came and brought no day;

And men forgot their passions in the horror

This desolation, and the hearts cooled

A selfish prayer implored light:

And they lived around the fire, and the thrones,

The palaces of crowned kings, the huts,

Addresses, finally, the genre that was,

In flames gave light; Cities is consumed

And the men gathered at the homes igneous

To look once again...
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posted by darkwave
Life, he believes, is not a dream
As black as the wise men say they are.
Often a gray morning
Foreshadows a pleasant afternoon and soalhenta.

Sometimes there are dark clouds
But it is only on certain days;
If rain makes the roses bloom
Why mourn and not smile?

Quickly, happily
The soalhentas hours of life go by
Thankfully, excitedly
Enjoy them as they go flying.

And sometimes when Death appears
And the best that wewe have gone?
And when the pain deepens
And hope it sinks won?

Oh, even then, there is hope of rebirth
Unconquerable, never die.
Happy with his golden wing
Strong enough to make us feel good
Boldly, afraid of nothing
Face the Judgement siku coming.
For gloriously, victoriously
Courage can overcome despair.
posted by lovepop
"What? New Hampshire?" Hillishia said. "But that's far away." "Nah! You're movie stars! wewe can buy your plane tickets in a snap!" Mr. Higgsten said. The dark and empty stage was very dark and eerie when it was silent. So it was silent as Ponya thought."Well I guess I can squeeze it in. How long will we be there?" Ponya asked. "Just to do some final touches so I'm guessing about a few days." Ponya turned to Hillishia. "It's ok! We can go to New Hampshire and come back in time to see the opening night!" Ponya said. "We'll go!" Hillishia said.......................sorry I had to make the makala longer............................................... Zaqqqqqqqqqqqqqqq....................
( Hi I am here with another story. In this where ever is ‘I’ please consider yourself there )
Mei was busy with her laptop, Tia and Rocket were sitting in a corner D’jok and Thank were enjoying funny performance of Micro Ice. Ahito was sleeping and I was sitting in one corner waiting for Sinned. There was a loud sound coming from another room. Arch was scolding Sinned for his deeds he did in match. When he came he was a bit angry but when I went there he looked with his caring eyes and alisema “hey l’ll sis I’ll come to take you. Till then live here coz my life is kinda unsettled…”...
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posted by Ragefulchimp
Vandals and crooks
an aging man, caught like a samaki on a hook
Getting reeled in, he's easy prey
Eyes sag, creating bags, pupils widen, creating paralysis

Confusion and fear
An ailing man, with samaki hooks everywhere
The biggest catch today
Pavement runs red, creating pain, flesh torn, creating animals

Torment and Horror
An aching man, aches no more
The samaki hook rips away
Smiles widen, creating youth, blood drips, creating paralysis
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posted by Ragefulchimp
    As hell started to freeze over, satan had his servants throw zaidi wood in the deep, dark, crumbling pits of heck. The slaves of eternity agreed with haste, because if they didnt follow orders, Satan would do horrible things. The Creator of evil was uigizaji especially evil that day, because he knew what was coming up, Christmas. His inayopendelewa holiday was on the horizon, and he was still at a loss as to what to buy jesus. He already had wings, and this really cool rubiks cube that was electronic, plus his dad was all powerful, which was pretty neat. He had a couple of ideas...
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posted by Lore_Master
"Wha.... how could they have found out?" the hero thought to himself staring with a dead expression on his face, they heard a knock on the door "Are wewe okay?" asked the girl getting up to check the door, the hero sat there frozen in fear only hearing a faint voice "Boy listen to me... I know we haven't gotten off on the right foot but if wewe don't escape we will both be captured so songesha boy!" alisema the voice in his head, the hero couldn't believe what he was hearing was it the demon with-in him asking nicely? the hero shook his head in confusion "Why should I listen to you? you're trying to...
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posted by Lore_Master
These side affects were takeing a toll on the hero gradually wearing him down, the doctor took the hero in as his own careing for him and makeing sure he was brought up well, "Two year's have passed since that night." the hero thought to himself as he got up out of kitanda to start what seemed like a normal summer siku "Boy where are wewe it's time to start work!" excalimed the old man as he knocked on his door "Eh... I hate mornings." alisema the hero as he got up out of kitanda getting dressed to start another day. With the sun bareing down on them it seemed as if hell had found it's way to Siege "Are...
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posted by Lore_Master
He couldn't stop stareing at his reflection "What am I? who am I...?" he asked himself looking at the black wings on his back, he took hold of his wings ripping them off violently howling in pain, massive amounts of blood were gushing from his back he began feeling weak soon falling to the ground into the puddle of muddy water he layed there lifeless he had completely aliyopewa up, he slowly faded out of consciousness as his blood slowly filled the muddy puddle he started to laugh feeling the madness took over his mind, he rolled over to look at the star's once zaidi before he was completely dead...
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posted by StarWarsFan7
 Rosella
Rosella
"Well...that's better." A fourteen-year-old Rosella Karst says. She had just cast a spell on a glass cup which is now filled with water. She grabs the cup and takes a sip. "What are wewe doing?!" Rosella's older sister, Pandora exclaims for she had just arrived. Rosella almost chokes on the hydrogen and oxygen drink. "Drinking water. Why? Is that illegal?" She sets the glass down on a coffee meza, jedwali in the magical wizard lair that they are in. Pandora takes Rosella's wizard wand which has a vine stem and a beautiful white rose at the top. "I'm not joking. Why couldn't wewe just go downstairs, get...
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posted by Kachetes
The ride to brianas wasnt far but I could hardly see with the wind blowing at my face wich hurt my eyes I realy couldnt tell what happen next,but in a mgawanyiko, baidisha sekunde I found myself inches away from falling on my face to seeing I face close to mine
He was teenage boy hard gray eyes that made me want to break wich is hard to imagen how I got that idea ,he cant break me id break his nose nefore he could even touch me
And yet here I was tightly locked in his arm
“thank wewe for cacthing me before I fell”i alisema very formaly he says nothing he states into my eye with a confused experation he pulls...
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The main characters' Profiles and about them.
Name:Miki Nakamura
Age:15
Gender: female
Creature:human
Height:167 cm. (5'6)
Skin:Peach
Blood type:AB
Hair Color:Blue (and purple, and pink, ect.)
Hairstyle:semi-long
Eyes:grey
About Me:A very unlucky girl. Her parents are most always overseas, and she has no grandparents, so she's always alone, she has Marafiki but she's always busy so she usually can't hang out with them except on holidays and weekends. she can cook and clean, so she maintain's her house fairly well. she's also very curious, which would explain why she found the box, that the male Neko -...
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posted by para-scence
"I think it's working," Carissa smiled at me. I sat between her and Rigby on the bench. Already, I felt great. My moyo was racing, and I almost couldn't sit still. After a few moments though, my eyes started to hurt. "They're just dilating," Carissa told me. "Here." She took off her sunglasses and handed them to me. I noticed her eyes seemed sunken in, and there were gray circles underneath her eyes. She blew her cigarette smoke in my direction.

"Thanks," I alisema energetically. My mind was racing, I could barely spit out the words.

"Just don't tell anyone," Jordan alisema on the other side of...
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posted by para-scence
There's no such thing as "fitting in" apparently.

I was observing I guess wewe could say, the students at the school. The kids who were "popular" were very obvious; they had huge crowds around them, and were uigizaji very obnoxious. Apparently this rank was aliyopewa to wewe at birth au something. Kids who were "losers" were not allowed to socialize with these kids at all.

I pity the losers.

Not that I wasn't one either, because it's obvious that I was. Not even the other losers would talk to me... Not that I wanted them to. I was better off just being kwa myself. So I avoided Jezreel and Emery as much...
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