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posted by ZekiYuro
Catherine Orr is 19 and is a non-identical twin.She tells us about her relationship with her sister,Michelle.

How do wewe think it is different being a twin?
'I think it's very different.We've been through exactly the same things:the same birthdays,the same parties,the same first siku at school,the same evil maths teacher.'

Do wewe think wewe and Michelle are zaidi similar than ordinary sisters?
'Definitely.If I don't like a film,then neither does she.We pick up the phone at the same time to call each other.If I get ill,so does she.'

Do wewe get on well with Michelle now?
'Yes,I see her about once a week,although it doesn't make much difference if wee see each other au not.We always know how the other is feeling.I think it's hard not to be close when wewe have known someone your whole life.'

What were the best things about being a twin as a child?And now?
'You have someone who knows wewe almost as well as wewe know yourself,someone who is experiencing all the same things as you.Now it's great because we have almost exactly the same memories.She is my memory sometimes.'

What were the worst things?
'People called us 'the twins' as if we were one person-I hated that,and so did Michelle.Some people also used to save money and buy one birthday present for both of us!Also Michelle was good at sport and I was terrible-that was difficult for me.'
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.


~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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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posted by Thalia_huntress
please tell me what wewe think.



I told her everything she was so excited that I hung out with zaidi then one guy she hopped he would be the one for me after that I went to my room. I had my laptop on my dark blue desk. My kitanda was a black blanket with dark purple pillows only one thing in my room that wasn’t dark was the light blue curtains lacey got me when I was a baby. I wonder why my mom didn’t want me. “Kura!” lacey called. I went down stairs. “Yes?” I said. “why did wewe get the ride with Evan?” she asked motherly. “Um lacey I got the ride with Evan because my truck broke”...
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posted by ashesandwine
Ok... so this is my first time, so maoni but don't be bad;)Thanks Emmett4ever, Patrisha727, Just_bella, and everyone else for supporting me and liking my story.... This one is for you:D



How could I leave him? How could he leave me? We always knew that we were meant to be together, our upendo was so strong, so beautiful, so pure.
I couldn't stand to think that we had to be apart, he was everything to me. I live for him just like he lives for me...





I heard a sound behind me and I turned around slowly... I just stopped breathing, he was so beautiful and I was so lucky that he wanted me. He must...
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posted by BiteMeCullen107
I was half asleep half awake lying on my stomach. I could feel Jason’s cold fingers slowly moving up and down my bare back. He was humming a lullaby but I didn’t know what it was.
“Do wewe still want to know my secret?” he asked in a soothing tone. It didn’t help that his voice so soft that it made it harder to stay awake. “Sure.” I alisema moving closer to him.
“I’ve none wewe before wewe were born.” He paused a second. Probably to make sure I wasn’t going to freak out. “I was Marafiki with your mother before wewe were even born before your mother met your father. I met her...
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I winded the car window down; I could smell the fresh air, it was peaceful. My name is Katelyn Peers, I’m sixteen years old and I have never met my parents. The only family member I have ever known is my brother, Sam, he is my age, his my twin and usually twins are meant to have a bond, there is no bond for us, the only reason he puts up with me is because of our father, I have never met him, but Sam has, and for some reason he has respect for the man. I used to go to Down kuvuka, msalaba academy for girls that were until I ran away a mwaka zamani with Sam. I turned to see Sam driving the car; his long...
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