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posted by dragonsmemory
The Eden Chronicles is the ndoto series I am currently working on. As the series is in progress, I decided to add a club here, allowing you, Reader, to tell me your thoughts.
In uandishi the series, I decided to document the entire history of Eden. I called this place Eden because it is where the spirits of dead wanyama and plants are taken. No humanspirit has ever been pure enough to come here. Eden is a true paradise.
The first book, A Little Bit zaidi Than Love, takes place toward the end of Eden's history. Later in the series, I hope to explain the past. Once I get caught up, I will then document the end of the Eden I have followed. After that, the series ends.
As a sequel to the Eden Chronicles, I plan to write the Dragonknight books, telling of the future, where humans now live in Eden.
The vitabu will document the lives of the kings and queens of the dragons, as well as the lives of commondragons and other beings.
A LITTLE BIT zaidi THAN LOVE, Book 1 of the Eden Chronicles SYNOPSIS
The book is divided into three parts. In Part 1, The Start of Love, two dragoni are guided kwa the Great Ones to find each other. Circumstances lead to Kikikyo, the Crown Prince, saving Twera from a demon. At the conclusion of Part 1, they realize that they have true love.
Part 2 picks up with their first mating flight together. They meet Grithmi, a Pegasus, and Catfokk, a scarlet-and-gold phoenix. Catfokk falls in upendo with a demoness, against the advice of his friends. That relationship causes him to swali everything about the Eden he knows. After the Marafiki save Catfokk from himself, a demon kwa the name of Clakbok invades the Council, bent on killing Kikikyo and Twera.
Kikikyo stands in the way of the demon's fatal strike. Paarthurnax, Kikikyo's aging father, throws himself in front of the demon. With no time to turn aside, the fell beast kills the ancient king. With his last breath, Paarthurnax names Kikikyo as the new king. Clakbok vows to one siku kill the young king.
Part 3, From Death, Life, picks up about two months later. Kikikyo is off hunting for Clakbok, while pregnant Twera is nyumbani at the palace. The fell demon sneaks up on the king and kills him. As he dies, he sends his spirit back to his Twera for one last farewell.
Instead, Twera vows to kill Clakbok. kwa doing so, she would bring her true upendo back from the dead. But, there is one small problem. Twera is nearly due to Lay and she is nearly blind. It would be impossible for her to go out alone, ffind the demon, and kill it.
Twera ffinds a spell that can recall spirits. She summons Paarthurnax for his wisdom and advice. She then travels out to the homes of their old friends, asking for their help. The future looks dark and gray from Twera's point of view. She sets out, knowing her upendo is watching over her, waiting to be brought home.
To tell more, of course, would spoil the story. Below I have sketched out my ideas for some of the other books.
HOPE FOR EDEN
This is the tale of Pandora, the last Queen of Eden's dragons. She is forced into hiding kwa an invasion of humans. Since her parents named her Hope, she knows her destiny is to unite the creatures of Eden and provide a light in the dark room of their future.
IN THE BEGINNING
This story is told kwa an old dragon grandmother. It tells of the formation of the universe from Nothing kwa the Being that would later give rise to the Great Ones. It also tells the story of the first Dragon King, Draco himself.
THE REVOLUTION
This is the story of the Failed Revolution. In it, Crown Prince Rokujo is Enchanted kwa demons into overthrowing and killing his family and his world. This tragic tale tells of the final battle, where many dragoni died. The new ruler set aside the battlefield as a memorial called Wasteland. It would take many centuries ffor the population to recover.

This is only a small sample of the stories of Eden. Another series, Encounter, will trace the interactions between humans and magic through history, literature, and my imagination.
posted by GWENxTRENT
"Gwen,Gwen,Gwen!" Ms.Barton alisema as I was asleep in history class."What?" I alisema when I woke up."had a nice dream?" "S-sorry Ms.Barton,it won't happen again"."let's hope not." She said. When the kengele rang to go to lunch,my best friend,Marlon came up to me."What happend back there?" Marlon asked.To tell wewe the truth,I've always had a crush on him.I always had a feeling he liked me back."Nothing,nothing at all,i was just dreamin." "What about?"he asked with a smile."I'm not telling you!" I alisema with a smile.When we went back to class,Ms.barton wanted to talk to me."Gwen,you have been sleeping in my class far to long". "sorry Ms.B,I havent been myslef lately." I alisema with a frown."OK,first of all,dont call me "Ms.B",and wewe must go to sleep on time." She alisema with a light smile."sorry,it hared to fall a sleep in my house." well then...ther is only one thing to do...you need to,wake up..."
posted by Cuddles
These are for my dad who died almost exactly 12 years ago.
I don't know if it's any good.


Untitled

I’ve been at this point many times before.
One should think it might get better.
But now, as it’s almost exactly 12 years since
That special siku
I remember
Everything
As it would have been yesterday.
That I didn’t understand
That I didn’t want to understand.
That something faded away this day…
that it did not return
until now.
But it was not my hope
It’s still there, hidden in a small corner of my moyo
Sometimes piping up
Just to abandon me again
But it didn’t leave me.
Yes…I still...
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posted by gossipgirlxoxo
I walked over there my very first thoughts were Thor. But it wasn’t. I walked over there and saw Ethan I opened the window. He pushed his way passed me without saying a word; he lay on my kitanda and started to breathe slowly. “What the...” I alisema looking at him but he didn’t even look back at me he just stayed there. I walked over and sat on the bed. “Well” I said. “Shh, I have a major headache” he alisema rubbing his temples. I smacked him on his chest and for a sekunde I let it lie there and then he looked at me. “So what happened?” he alisema smiling a smug smile. “What do you...
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posted by Dearheart
Josie ran.

“Maybe I made a mistake thinking you’d understand!”

“Well maybe I made a mistake
marrying you!”

She ran, not heeding the tempest that tore at her clothes nor caring where she fled to as long as it was someplace far from home. Away from the chaos of her fighting parents and the hopelessness of the choice she was faced with.

“A tumor?”

“...it’s pressing on your brain stem and growing very rapidly. If it isn’t taken care of soon, it will be life-threatening...the surgery, however, would cost wewe your hearing... Permanently...”


Her moyo pounded in time with her feet;...
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posted by blossomyumyum
You’re keeping me up at night as siku breaks
It’s all for you
Yeah that’s what wewe do, got me feeling so blue
When will wewe see
wewe have to let it be
When will wewe see just how much wewe really mean to me

Why is it just so hard to send that card
When do wewe think you’ll be able to understand
My upendo might be killing me

I hope wewe realize I’m just a fool
Damn! You’re so cool

When do wewe think you’ll understand
wewe drove me to a far off land
When will wewe see
I can’t just let it be
Come on try to set me free
When will wewe finally understand
I care about you
I’ll tell wewe that firsthand
wewe have my moyo and my life
I hope soon I’ll get a chance to be your wife
I hope soon you’ll see, wewe mean the universe and the galaxy to me
posted by -Universe_COLA-
 Daniel
Daniel
~"Rays of hopeless light beamed dim and pale through the dull orange, yellow, and auburn leaves of the fall's trees. But even where there is calmness in neutrality, there is always a prey, and always a predator. Humanity is no different."~

Daniel tore through woods at full speed, clothes torn, his small machungwa, chungwa backpack dangling across his back, his left arm carved with shredded flesh in the form of animalistic claw markings and lines of smeared crimson leaked slowly from the wound above his eye. The leg to his jeans on the left side, only hanging on kwa a thread ripped itself away just above...
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posted by stephany1617
Race:half Italian Human,Otaku,Reader Fanfiction,I upendo my Marafiki and Respect them i Speak American English Fluent and i like the sound of the ocean and beach, pwani inayopendelewa animals:Dogs,Wolf,Dolphins,Horses,Panda,Tiger,Orca
Beluga Whales
anime i love:Naruto Shippuden,Swords Art Online,Inuyasha,Vampire Knight,Rosario+Vampire
my inayopendelewa sports are:Basketball,Tennis,Swimming
I'm the youngest child my mother have I have a biological brother and mom also my brother is a electronic Engineering
I have one small cute Malchi dog
posted by MovieReveiw
This is an opinion so if wewe don't like these logoff...now.
In my opinion the new Suicide Squad sucks. Harley Quinn is not even Harley Quinn any more, Deadshot has stupid movie lines, and no King Shark. WTF. I will explain this all for people who are not familier with The Suicide Squad.
Since the beginning of time Harley Quinn has had an accent and, guess what, no accent in the new Suicide Squad. And since when does Harley Quinn dress like a fucking slut.
Deadshot is normaly the main charecter in The Suicide Squad but now he has two stupid punda lines, "So we are some kind of Suicide Squad?" Yes wewe are stupid it is the title of your movie. "Let's go save the world." Fuck it I am done with Deadshot fully.
King papa is, well, a giant papa but now they have replaced him with a less cool Killer Crok.
 Sucky one
Sucky one
posted by Brittany6655
I really upendo to write.I've done it ever since I was only 4.
My mother used to write things like stories au poems and letters.My mom inspired me to write things now.
uandishi is really fun to do and I upendo it alot!Sometimes I write things like my mom did.

Whenever I feel mad I usually write things in the Write barua pepe on the computer and write things that have been on my mind for a couple of days,then I erase them because I always feel better after I do that and I usually feel much calmer and I get it out of my system.

Since I really upendo uandishi so much I was thinking that maybe I could become an mwandishi when I grow up. :)
I wouldn't just write poetry au stories,I would also like to write makala for other people to read (just like I'm uandishi one right now).But of course I would write it on a piece of paper.I would also like to write new vitabu for kids.

Again I really upendo to write and it's sort of special to me in my life.
posted by erissajade05
hujambo guys.i wanna be in a group sooooo...... please be in my group kwa erissajade05(me),so we have activites and we talk about different kinds of things such as:mermaids,t.v shows,and tell each other about our selfs so hope u wanna be in my group its fun a lot)its going to very fun too.so buckle up for the fun cause the is about to began 123 here we go .please subscribe and please write maoni .If wewe wanna be in my group add me and say yes in the maoni box below.if wewe don't want to be in my group don't add me and just say no in the maoni box right below.no personal stuff guys just being me.
posted by Weasel1999
I. The Nursery

Ember lived in her nursery for the inayofuata few months, only being let out occasionally to go to the toilet. All she saw were the four walls around her but it wasn’t all bad.
The room was painted a pretty sky-blue and the carpet was thick, fluffy and a deep midnight blue. There was a kitanda and a huge white wardrobe with the most beautiful, kikale, kale fashioned clothes inside.
Rich velvets cloaks, soft fur, manyoya stoles, bright silk dresses, every item of clothing needed to make a young lady of society look beautiful.
But Ember was not a young lady of society living in Victorian times. She was a...
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posted by Insight357
    “Damien, I’m sorry,” his smooth voice alisema in my ear. I couldn’t face him. He had kicked me out, why would he be here? To apologize? It was a nice gesture, but it crippled me just to see him.
    “I don’t believe you,” my voice was shaking. Tears kept streaming down my face.
    “Listen,” he crept down the side of my face.
    “No, wewe listen to me,” I alisema turning over to face him. Our faces were all of three inches apart. “You killed me! Now wewe expect to come in here, apologize, and I’ll...
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posted by ZekiYuro
Most of us don't know what life will be like in the future,or even when we will be a mwaka from now,but it's fun to speculate.So,what might the world be like in the mwaka 3000(or Y3K as it's now called)?Here's what one expert suggests:

Q:What forms will our bodies have in Y3K?
A:We will be bigger and we'll need zaidi food.The average adult male might weigh about 100 kilos.People will live for hundreds of years,and will have computers in their brains.

Q:Computers in their brains!What do wewe mean?
A:We will soon be able to repair the human brain,and finally replace it completely.In the future wewe might...
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posted by BellaSwan636
Shaun

I'm not sure why it had to be me. If I'm really honest with you, I hated myself.

I was fourteen when my parents died. I had no family left, so I became the unwanted foster kid.

I didn't want to have to think, au care about anything. I wanted to die.

I wanted to be an inconvenience to the world. I wanted them to know how much I hated them for having their own happy lives. I shunned everyone.

I became the loner.

I look out of place, somehow. I'm the kid who's taller than the other sophomores kwa a head. The kid with coal black eyes.

The foster parents I was living with now tried. They tried,...
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posted by ToastedRabbits
Someone once told me,

"Being a writer is like being a prostitute, really. At first you're only doing it for yourself, then wewe decide to tell a few friends, let them in on the action, then wewe decide to let a couple strangers in, pretty soon you're welcoming the entire world."

Such a very accurate quote. When I heard this, I was at a very formal luncheon with a few kids from my journalism class in which we produced the school's newspaper: The Jagged Edge. It was an awards ceremony for individual work as well as our newspaper as a whole to be recognized. Granted, it was a local newspaper that...
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