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posted by Free_Spirit
Me: Wow i feel in a poetic mood today. anyway um yes here is my poem. RATE and COMMENT. lol, yes if people wouldn't mind i would upendo to have feedback critisism is always welcome and praise is aswell. Anyway......


The Struggle

My eyes tafuta the darkness before me,
And perceive the two roads.
One of which I know I must take.
Each holds a different path,
With the two people I love.
Both holding me with an overwhelming power,
That was crushing me as it grew.
To please my family,
au fulfil my own desires.
They were so different,
They are moto and water as
Light is to dark,
Yet still, they both complete me.

Why is God punishing me?
Why choose between these important people.
How do I live in this dream of a world?
Life was openly full of pain,
Make it stop.
I took a deep breath and pulled out my end.
I closed my eyes and with hands of unacquainted certainty,
I plunged the kisu into my heart.
I cried out in pain and fell to the ground.
Embodied within the pain, I was happy,
Struggle over.
posted by CullensFinest13
wewe hurt me I hope wewe die I cant belive I trusted wewe I cant belive I loved wewe I cant belive I stayed up and worried that wewe wouldnt call. I cant belive that i loved wewe i trusted wewe and cared for you. im tired of wewe its time i let wewe go but your always there wewe wont leave me alone...its time for wewe to leave so never come back walk out of my life i am going to lock my door and never let wewe back in stay out so i can be happy wewe need wewe need to die let me live my own life wewe shouldnt be controlling me anymore im not property im a human and i dont belong to the likes of you, wewe were...
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posted by vampiress015
I presuming we all joined this spot 'cos we upendo to write, right? If so then wewe all know what I'm talking about when I say that we all upendo our main characters and sometimes want to make them the best people in the world.

B-O-R-I-N-G

Yes, we want to make our main character gets the best out of the story, since it's their story. But if they're the best people in the world it doesn't really make them believable and then the reader just doesn't care about them (which is hard to understand cos we as the writer upendo em, but unfortunantley it's true)

So here is my step-by-step guide to make sure that...
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posted by Sweet_Pants
Just a poem. I hope it isn't much of a bother to rate.

I dream of all things

Uncertain of dark deeds and pasts

Within these thoughts as dark as sea

When once those wings of black

Hung over all

Shadowing but of the wretched white

That blinds me of all beauty.

I dream of all things

From happiness to highs

Let down these pills

au I’m gone, retreat inside my mind

Where none but the darkest thoughts

Swallowing twilight

I dream of all things

From the stories told kwa hidden scars

Unable to onyesha themselves

Under this intense scrutiny

That makes up this world’s attire

To the times that I could be happy

Without a drug to create

The much-needed illusion...


I dream of all things
No matter of their contents
Because, well,
Nightmares are still dreams.
posted by mrs-mindfreak
I decided to do a story where I put my iPod on shuffle and start writing. Lucky for me, all the songs were basically sad au angry music. So this is what I came up with :)

The rain pattered on the windows drowsily, drowning out Alana’s choking sobs. She sat in her inayopendelewa wooden rocker, and buried her face in her hands miserably. Her black hair clung to her sweaty face. Her clammy palms were wet from tears. She never wanted to songesha from that spot again. Although she was filled with irrevocable remorse, she felt comfortable there. No one in the house, rain falling softly outside, and just...
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‘You shouldn't have shot the dog.’ That single thought reverberated inside my head, knocking from side to side, smashing at the sides of my skull until I had to put my hands to my temples in a futile attempt to stop the pain. The man sitting inayofuata to me took a swig of his whiskey, the glass bottle knocking against his yellowed and rotten teeth. His other hand held onto the steering wheel, maneuvering the car down the winding and deserted stretch of highway. I leaned my head against the cool glass of the passenger side window, willing my head to stop pounding. From the radio, the soft strains...
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 The Writer Behind the Words
The Writer Behind the Words
Luck has little to do with link. A long lasting uandishi career doesn’t just happen. A writer can burst onto the scene and quickly disappear. Another can have a series of hits then write a bunch of flops and never be heard from again. The difference between a long lasting career and one that burns out is strategy. Here are seven rules to help wewe find the right strategy for wewe and get wewe started on your journey to long lasting success.

Learn the power of focus. For most of us, we have zaidi than enough to do on a daily basis. And when it comes to any uandishi project the orodha can grow exponentially-...
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chapter 4:Robert helps me
The night was so lonely and scary. I was hoping that the sun rises fast, as I was very frightened. It finally happened after that dark and lonely night. I was very tired as I walked all night, but I was surprised when I found myself not very far from Ema’s house. I sat on my bag thinking of everything happened, but mostly thinking about the way I feel about Patrick. I was wondering what made me think that he loved me. Is it because he alisema I’m beautiful? Well lots of men told me that I’m beautiful but that doesn’t necessarily means that he is attracted to me....
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posted by BellaSwan636
Shaun

Three months later, we were apparently "an item".

She had me twisted around her little finger. She could have made me jump in front of a bus, all that was needed was one look from her "love me, wewe know wewe want to" chokoleti brown eyes.

I paid attention to her every move, her every word.

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When I first told her I loved her, I was expecting rejection, but she surprised me. She kissed me, and alisema she loved me too. The sun revolved around where she stood.

Nothing else mattered.
A little something that I wrote for English class but actually, it was my final and I got 100% on it!! Enjoy!!

The Disappearance of Claire Daniels

I don’t know where my daughter went. One moment, I was holding Claire’s little hand while doing some window shopping but a few sekunde later, I spotted something at a clothing store window and was into it and wondering if the store have any chance that they have it in my size that I didn’t noticed that I didn’t felt little Claire Daniels’s hand slipping away from mine.

When I wanted to go into the store and see if they got that little black...
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posted by BuffyFaithFan1
HAZED
BuffyFaithfan1

INTRODUCTION...
You have just entered a world. A world like no other! This world is not like TWILIGHT au House Of Night au HARRY POTTER au any other world wewe are thinking of right about now. This world is way different. Where only a good bunch of people in the population live. The world has been divided into six parts: the WaterLands, the EarthLands, the AirLands, the FireLands, the ExtraLands, and the NoOneZone. Only one hundred people make up our world. And only 16.666666 people live inside each part. It sounds pretty depressing, I know, but this is how this world is! The...
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posted by Edward_lover101
Plz do not be afraid to tell me what wewe think! plz commet. I'm uandishi a book and i was woundering what some of wewe think. Please commet!!

Chapter 1

"Anna May get in here right away! Don't make me get the swicht little girl" Hollore mama.
"Comming mama! I was doing my chors." i hollerd back.
I live on a farm with my mother and out two slaves Jim and Nacy.my father ran out on us when my mother found out that when he got drunk that he would comeinto my roo at night and touch me in places that didn't fell right. He told me that if I ever told anyone that he would kill me, i belived him. So it is...
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posted by brooki
Here's the sekunde chapter to Small Town!

"What do wewe think wewe are doing? Are wewe trying to kill me, Anya?" She had picked out one of my least-favorite sinema she knew I did not like at all. But on the other hand, I knew we probably wouldn't be whatching the movie very long. Darrel was having a party at his house in about an hour. Long enough for Anya's parents to think that we were asleep.

"Oh please. It's not really that bad." Anya alisema while on her way to get the popcorn from her jikoni just around the corner.

"Oh, come on, Anya. Can we please go now? I mean, your parents went to kitanda over...
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posted by jasperwhlover
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Chapter 3

Now, Serenity on a happier note was learning how to defend herself and about Exorcism she wanted to help Father Bartholomew, even though she was forced kwa the church to conform to the earthly practices like everyone else and to hide her wings, Father Bartholomew encouraged her heavenly attributes, he made wings, of feathers, waxed together, they were perfect, and everyday, he would teach her to fly as she forgot how because of the number of years that she spent conforming to the earth. Father Bartholomew raised Serenity like a daughter, a few years later, when she had...
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posted by khfan12
Thie is something me and my friend are working on.


He returned that evening, feeling even worse. “Where were you?” Mercy met him on the front porch. She looked like she had been crying. Danny looked at her. It felt like a kisu had been shoved through his heart. He winced as he started up the stairs. “I went out.”
“Where?” Mercy’s hand reached for him. He pulled away and started into the house. “Danny...” Mercy’s voice followed him into the front room. “I was so worried. I thought….”
Suddenly, Danny couldn’t stand it any longer. Why did she have to upendo him? He turned...
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posted by BiteMeCullen107
As we left the apartment building the sun hit us like a beam of light. I look to the side, I saw Jason putting his hand in the face of the sun like he was going to die from it.
“Are wewe okay?” I asked concerned that it was to much for him. He looked down at me and smiled. “Ya I’m go, I just have to get my sunglasses on. My eyes are just really sensitive to the light.” I nodded waiting patiently for him. He slipped on a pare of black sunglasses. The kind wewe see know a days on watu mashuhuri when the go out. “Nice.” I alisema with a warming smiled. He looked back down at me and smiled....
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Chapter Four

At ten in the morning, Jamie was helping Mac practice with her soccer kwa being the goalie and blocking her oldest daughter‘s every move, kicking the ball into the net at their little backyard of their brownstone house in the section of Georgetown in the city of Washington, DC where both Jamie and Michael went to college there, lived at and raised their three kids at for almost fifteen years.

Two hours before the practice, after having an extended breakfast with their father and mother, Mac and Izzie did their bath-taking, teeth-brushing, toothpaste- spitting, toilet-using, and...
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posted by VampirePrinsess
Memories would drift off like winter fog
They fade like a mist
But I saw wewe in a memory that stayed like the perfect siku
You brought life into my colorless world
You brought the true meaning of the word 'friend'
He was my best friend
I would always upendo him, and it would never, ever be enough
I would be there for him, lend him a shoulder
But the days that I just wasn't enough were the days I dreaded
The days he wasn't himself
He had pride, sometimes to much to the point of war
He was respecful to friends, he was kind and funny
He was everything wewe loved in a friend
But the siku he left...that...
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posted by gossip-girl999
A/N: This was just a task I had for homework write a short story less than 2 pages of your choice so I thought I'd post it here see what everyone thought. Thanks for reading. xoxo

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We're not in Kansas anymore

        It's any teenagers dream to up sticks from a dreary country town and songesha into the hustle and bustle of the city but for Alyssa that was the dream she wished to come true but it just made her appreciate the saying be careful what wewe wish for even more.
        The rain was falling down on the City....
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I thought it would be a good idea to try and write goodbye
but i was stuck when I realized there were too many lovely things to write about.
and not enough words invented yet to say them aloud.

and i know there are a number of things wrong with this,
but i really don't want to fix it right now.
i don't feel like doing anything but sitting upside down

but trust me, when it comes down
to having the choice of being right..
au protecting you, I'll be wrong every single time.
Because it's just who I am...
Chapter Two

When Jamie got to the chestnut oak door of Michael’s den, she put her fist on the surface and knocked on it while asking her husband, “Michael, are wewe there?” There was a dakika of silence that came after that and after waiting for a response, still in the den, Michael asked the person who was asking him that swali about him being there, “Yeah, I’m in here. Who’s it?”

Facing the door, Jamie alisema back to him, “It’s me, Jamie.” After telling him that, Jamie heard some groaning behind the door and right away, she knew that Michael had might be annoyed at her because...
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