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posted by fanfly
 Photograph kwa Ansel Adams
Photograph by Ansel Adams
I'm not on the way to anything great,
I'm just drifting, drifting down this road.
The dust kicking up behind me,
Just a wingu to hide my past.
My feet don't leave any footprints,
My name never graces those lips
That I'm watching from a distance,
A distance that grows greater
As I'm drifting, drifting down this road.

I'm not on the way to anything great,
I'm just hiding, hiding down in the dark.
The shadows closing in around me,
Just a blanket to smother my past.
My eyes can't see in the gloom,
My voice never breaks the silence
That I keep deep in my heart,
A moyo that grows blacker
As I'm drifting, drifting in the dark.
posted by mermaidgirl1010
Another siku in paradise, NOT!
Just another summer siku of hanging out with Marafiki and such.
Omg. He. Is. Hot. My friend and I were riding our bikes and I saw the cutest guy IN THE UNIVERSE. Well, maybe I am exaggerating but STILL! He is hot!
I must have been staring because the inayofuata dakika I was on a tree. OMG. He was looking at ME!!!!!!! ''Hi I'm Brady."
"I......I........." OMG! Sooooo stupid! My best friend was gone now and he leaned down. OMG. He kissed me! Then...... gone. I was in my bed. Was it a dream? Well, I think i'll check just to be sure.
posted by Insight357
Alexander stood in front of me. I was looking up at him from my spot in the shower.
    “Now what did wewe think wewe were going to accomplish kwa coming down here?” He asked, and looked around.
    “I thought wewe wouldn’t find me,” I admitted sheepishly. It sounded stupid when I alisema it.
    “Your thought process has yet to amaze me,” he chuckled. “This room is sound proof, right?”
    “Uh, yeah. Why?” I looked up at him curiously.
    “Just wondering if that maintenance...
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How To Write A Beat Sheet For A Screenplay - Paul Chitlik via FilmCourage.com.
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The Werking Writer: Get In Flow With Your uandishi - Charla Lauriston [FULL INTERVIEW] via FilmCourage.com.
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Not long zamani people believed that in the future we would work less,have zaidi free time,and be zaidi relaxed.But sadly this has not happened.Today we work harder,work longer hours,and are zaidi stressed than 10 years ago.We walk faster,talk faster,and sleep less than awali generations.And although we are obsessed with machines which save us time,we have less free time than our parents and grandparents had.But what is this doing to our health?An American journalist James Gleick in a new book,Faster:the acceleration of just about everything,says that people who live in cities are suffering from...
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posted by ZekiYuro
In 1952,Audrey Hepburn was in Rome,making the film Roman Holiday with Gregory Peck.She was engaged to James Hanson,a London 'playboy',and she asked a famous Italian designer,Zoe Fontana,to make her a dress for the wedding.

Signora Fontana said,'Audrey was 23.She was so young and so beautiful then.She tried the dress on many times.It was in white lace,with a lot of tiny buttons down the back,and she wanted to wear flowers on her head.'

But 2 weeks before the wedding,Audrey Hepburn decided not to get married.She phoned Zoe Fontana and said,'I've cancelled the wedding.But I want another girl to...
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I think that the most important lesson I learned from my mentor, mwandishi Arline Chase, concerned foreshadowing. Here is the bila mpangilio House Webster’s definition of foreshadow: to onyesha au indicate beforehand. In other words, to provide some hint, clue, au indication of something that is going to happen.

Why is foreshadowing important? I learned this lesson the hard way. In many of my first short stories—which I recommend as a medium to anyone testing the waters to see if they want to write fiction—I thought that I was being so crafty with my endings. I wrapped up the crime (or whatever) with...
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Mick Jagger went back to his old school recently-for the first time since he left in 1961.He was invited to the school to open the 'Mick Jagger Performing Arts centre',a new muziki and drama department at Dartford Grammar School.

Jagger alisema that he was 'honoured' that the centre was name after him.But in a newspaper interview 2 days before he told the journalist that in fact he hated school and that he used to be a rebel.

He didn't use to do the homework-'there was far too much'-and he was continually at war with the teachers.He used to break the rules all the time,especially rules he thought...
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Write hard and clear about what hurts.
-Ernest Hemingway

There is nothing to writing. All wewe do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.
-Ernest Hemingway

Everybody walks past a thousand story ideas every day. The good writers are the ones who see five au six of them. Most people don’t see any.
-Orson Scott Card

For me, uandishi is exploration; and most of the time, I’m surprised where the journey takes me.
-Jack Dann

The hardest thing about uandishi is writing.
-Nora Ephron

If a writer falls in upendo with you, wewe can never die.
-Mik Everett

Don’t try to figure out what other people want to hear from...
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Asia is a culture with unique taste not only for their arts, dancing, singing, theater and religion. Even each of their weddings holds different character and distinction in them. Westhill Consulting Travel and Tours brings wewe Indonesian wedding culture which has been practiced through time in all wedding ceremonies in each island. Yes, even in the now industrialized capital, Jakarta, Indonesia.

Count yourself fortunate if you've had the opportunity to attend an Indonesian wedding. The fascinating wedding ceremonies and festivities give expatriates a unique opportunity to gain insight into...
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Prologue:
“Sabohime-sama, are wewe really going to send Sayorihime-sama to THAT clan?” asked a woman who was wearing a light blue sleeveless kimono, has katana on her left side of the waist and the side and back of her kimono are long(goes down to ankles)and the front of the kimono is short and is wearing white shorts, has blue hair tied up in a bun and her eyes are closed, “We have no choice Tatsuta, in our current condition, if Seimei attacks us with his army, we would lose. And besides, that old bag and his men can be trusted, and I’m pretty sure they can protect my granddaughter!”...
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Happy New Year's everyone! I hope you've enjoyed the makala I've written so far

Courtney decides to go talk to Scott

Courtney: Hey, Scott I need to talk to you
Scott: Okay but first lets win this challenge babe, and if we lose I think we should vote off Alejandro.
Courtney confessional: I can't believe he called me, babe?
Courtney: yeah I'll talk to wewe later now come on we have a challenge to win

Courtney runs away from Scott and he smirks at her

Scott confessional: It's my turn to play hard to get, and I'll make sure to lose so we can eliminate Alejandro. Hehe
Courtney: Hey, Gwen!
Gwen: Hi, where's...
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Okay, this is chapter 2... enjoy :)

Duncan and Gwen were taking a stroll through the forest

Duncan: So how's it going with wewe and Courtney?
Gwen: Horrible, whatever I do I hurt her and she just hates me even more!
Duncan: Well, it's not so fun being in the hero's team either.
Gwen: Oh... I just don't get it I've done so many good things and... and Courtney and wewe weren't dating at the time
Duncan: Cheer up, Gwen wewe have me
Gwen: Yeah I guess so

Duncan and Gwen go back to their cabins

Gwen confessional: At least I can try to fix things with Courtney no matter how many times I... fail (Gwen starts...
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posted by zanhar1
It pulsed rhythmically like a beating moyo across the horizon. I guess that makes sense considering it looked like the solitary line on a moyo monitor, radiating machungwa, chungwa as it zigzaged up and down. I've been here before; Level 1, Dark Space. I don't know how I knew, I don't even remember being here before...I just know I have. Despite the darkness, and there was plenty to go around, I knew from somewhere that it was my inayopendelewa level. The candimals bought small and soft light, which was enough for me. I touched the flame as I always did, it never hurt nor left any burns. At the brush of my...
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posted by kbsruthy
"The memories of my childhood"....
wewe are in my heart"...always"....

I walk alone in those all days".....
thinks about wewe only"...
It's an only secreat between wewe and me"...
times to grown up...still thinks about you"...

Iam busy in my studies"...
but i never forget you..from my heart"
the days passed wewe and me grown up.."
but he doesn't look at me.."

I feel i ignored kwa him"...
but my moyo still beat for him"...

and still have hopes....

"He never heard my moyo beat"...i feel mushy
i hope one siku he will...
but it's never happend...!!!


" he is still a bachelor now.."

time to realize " am not in his "HEART"..and his feelings toward me a brittle"...
Prologue

The sun is just dakika from rising and the night is growing lighter. An alter made entirely of blue marble, jade, and amethyst is illuminated. Two tiny babies lie on juu writhing and screaming in discomfort. They are naked, only a few days old and the chill of the stone slowly seeping into their Bones will surely kill them. The larger of the two will not stop screaming while her twin just sobs quietly.
Their frail mother stands a few feet away determined to finish what she came here to do but her eyes are bloodshot and red raw from her constant tears. But she is not alone. Her husband...
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Prologue

Slowly consciousness came back to me. My head was pounding, it felt like it was going to explode. Especially at the back of my head something was wrong. I knew it, I felt it, yet I couldn’t get my head around how I got it exactly. I tried to get my hand up to touch my head and make out what was going on exactly, but soon found out I couldn’t get it up. It was strapped onto something. Slowly I took a deep breath, held it and let it go. The pounding didn’t stop, but it did help me to be able to start make out some stuff around me. I couldn’t open my eyes yet, but my ears gave...
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