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THIS IS VERY URGENT AND NOT A JOKE! ALSO DON'T GOOF OFF!!!!

I really mean it! What would wewe be able to do if SOPA/TPP censors the internet? What would wewe be able to do if uandishi fanfics and drawing fanarts become illegal? What would wewe do if it's illegal to do a cover of your inayopendelewa song on YouTube? What would wewe do if downloading things from the internet (music, movies, TV episodes, etc) became illegal? What would wewe do if SOPA/TPP wins the war and takes away internet freedom? Net Neutrality is already dead so far, we can't risk the freedom of internet from getting killed kwa SOPA/TPP!


SOPA may have been stopped, but large companies with many copyrights are trying to re-institute portions of it under other names and policies. This attempt to protected speech in the name of copyright is unacceptable, and must be resisted.

Secret negotiations to include SOPA provisions in the Trans-Pacific Partnership, lead kwa a former SOPA lobbyist, draconic Notice and Staydown measures that would hold small websites accountable to electronically police media with software they can't afford, and private agreements that could be used to bully small companies into excluding protected content are all being proposed now kwa Big Media.

We encourage the administration to oppose any measures that would deny alleged copyright infringers due process and protect original content!
There's only one way to save our beloved internet and prevent SOPA/TPP from winning the war. All wewe need to do is sign this petition here:

THE DEADLINE IS APRIL 13, 2014 FOR THIS PETITION!

FOR PEOPLE FROM THE USA, PLEASE SIGN THIS PETITION:

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FOR THOSE NOT FROM USA, PLEASE SIGN THIS PETITION:

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And ALSO A 3RD PETITION:

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And a 4th: link

PLEASE post this in your journals, Facebook, Twitter, Reddit, Tumblr, Youtube, etc. if wewe may to spread the word!

SPREAD THE WORD TO YOUR Marafiki AND FAMILY! THE ENTIRE WORLD IS AT STAKE!
posted by Shadowvixen49
He sits, staring blankly at the tray meza, jedwali seven inches from his face. He leans his head ever so slightly to the right, then ever so slightly to the left, watching the black line jump the sides of his nose. He has watched it every siku of his life, always taking it for granted, never questioning its presence. But it is here, on his hands, his pants, his shirt, his nose. It is everywhere, a defining edge, inaonyesha the ending of one yet the beginning of another. It changes from points of view, disappearing in your vision while still existing in your friend’s. It is there but cannot be touched,...
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posted by InvadaMiz
The door slowly creaked open, and out came Snowbell, the twins' snow white kitten.The twins sighed, Miyu picked Snowbell up, while Nakku closed and locked the creaky door.There were huge thumping noises coming from upstairs, getting closer to the door.Nakku quickly pulled Miyu back into the safety of the kitchen, their mother's skin was pale, and she had the most terrified look in her widened eyes.
Nakku and Miyu started explaining what had happened when they were in the attic.
"That means she caught up with me then."Their mother said, everyone else had fled to their rooms when the thumping had...
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posted by shenelopefan
Sandra

"A los sueños"

Y se asomaba ella por la ventana y miraba con ojos de desolación el paraje casi silencioso de su barrio. Veía pasar a una mujer con sus hijos, a los niños jugando contentos y a las señoras que pasaban tranquilas por la calle. Sonreía vagamente cuando algún ave volaba cerca de ella. Se escuchaba un sonido lejano de autopista, oyéndose cada tanto el ruidoso motor de un camión. Sin razón aparente ella miraba por la ventana, buscando la respuesta invisible a un interrogante que no existe.

También ella me miraba a mí. Cada tarde, yo salía a tomar sol para despejarme;...
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posted by noahnstar1616
-The inayofuata Day-
I was still getting over the fact that Cameron called me last night. It was just to ask about Mercury, but he still called me.

I was already downstairs eating cereal.At least that still tasted like cereal and not like meat. After I was done, I gave my bowl to Gram, and left for the school bus.

-At School-
Cameron came up to me again. "Hey Vanessa."

I looked around nervously. "Cameron, no. wewe know we can't be seen together."

"It's okay, Mercury's not here."

Believe it au not, Mercury never missed school.

"Don't wewe see Cameron? She's testing you. She's probably watching us right now."...
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As Cierra Fray ran through the cold forest, the scent of blood filled the air.
The stomping of boots behind her became louder and louder as time went on.
"Over here, men!" A loud voice said. "I can smell her blood! Come out, come out wherever wewe are!" The voice was the head of Asru, the organization whose prison she escaped from.
The thick brush scraped her bare arms and legs, giving her deep cuts. Poison Ivy nicked her dark skin. Hopefully, Cierra looked up at the night sky for some sign of a way out. All that was there was the moon, mocking her. It was free, and she wasn't. Well, not with...
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posted by noahnstar1616
-One Week Later-
"Let's go, we're going to be late for school", Francine called from outside my front door.

I hopped my way toward her, since I apparently sprained my ankle on the night of the accident. "Thanks for the help." I roll my eyes. She grabs my vitabu off the jikoni table, and I grabbed my crutches.

-At School-
Zoey was waiting for us at the entrance. "Finally!"

I came toward her. "Nice to see you, too." They helped me to my locker. "Why didn't wewe guys come see me in the hospital?"

"I don't like hospitals. They're fill of sick people and germs", alisema Zoey.

"And I had a soccer game", said...
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OK, so, with the holidays and the business of school, I have decided NO party chapter. I won't be able to write it for a while, anyway. So, let me just put it this way:

Over the span of.. let's say 6 weeks, Miranda, Sam and Alexander became better friends, and Sam still had a crush on Alex. Sam was still Marafiki with Skye, but, being with the maarufu crowd, was pulled away and restricted from "hanging with the nobobdies."

Soon, Skye's friendship with her became a hatred and a moto started and now, she hates Sam. So, Sam, Alex and Marie are all on Marafiki terms (Alex and Sam.. well, lil' higher) and Skye is frienemies with Sam.
posted by DxCFan123
I was terribly tired kwa the time class was over. I though I was just going to collapse. They had us run a track 10 times, do excercises in the heat, and then we had to sit and do a lesson on responsibility (then again, it was a responsibility class)

"So, um, I guess I'll see wewe at school tommorrow!" I alisema before we departed

"Uh, it's a Friday! Know what? Miranda's having a party this weekend. wewe should come! Here's her address" he said, then pulled out a piece of paper with Marie's address on it.

"Uh, thanks! I'll try to come!" I yelled, then waited for him to be out of sight.

"Okay, ONE, I...
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posted by AceUnlaced
Eight of them stand in a loose circle, bags dangling off their shoulders, slouching. They exchange glances and then they are off, their sneakers padding the pavement, barely making any noise. One kwa one, colorful masks go sliding over juu of their faces. Some bata under the break in the chain link fence and the rest hurl themselves over juu of it.
    The dusk does not cast shadows and that it when they travel best. With their backs pressed against the rough brick of the alleyway, they hesitate a moment to catch their breath, running over the plan one last time in their...
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posted by DxCFan123
I walked to my locker and turned the knob. 57892. It swung open and I took my bapckpack out of it. I zipped it open and dropped my homework- which mostly was things to review- and sighed in relief. It was hard to carry them, after all.

"So, you're Sam?" someone asked. I jerked my head up to see the girl with blonde hair.. Miranda, I believe her name was. "Nice meeting you. I'm Marie. Everybody calls me Miranda, though." she said

"Oh my.. gosh.. You're, like, the only person I've told me real name to!" she then exclaimed

"Uh.. really? That's very nice to know. Um.. what, exactly, is the point of...
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posted by problematic124
****Please don't copy***
Chapter 3
The case of the brownie
That feeling from earlier today hadn't gone away, in fact it intensified. I was still spooked kwa the time I got to school.
"You okay Kyle"Fable asked as I jumped at the slightest sounds.
"Yeah just a little...jumpy"
Before Fable could ask why Mr.Derelo came in and started the class.
"Okay guys pick partners, today were going to undergo the experience of an illusion. Were going to make this classroom look like something out of the 1950's, and it's going to be a house haunted kwa a ghost"
"In your groups your going to write a ripoti about the...
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posted by problematic124
Prolouge
1982
The rain had stopped hours ago,but the man didn't notice. He was Lost in his own thoughts. He felt abandoned and unlove,probably because he was. A twenty mwaka old man living in his car all alone,just because of his stupid mistakes.
When the man was younger he was kicked out of school because he sent the science lab on fire, he was only fifteen.
Then his parents kicked him out because he threatened them with his shotgun,he was seventeen at the time.
All though his parents were good to him he hated them.
They tried to help him find a nyumbani but the man wanted nothing to do with them....
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posted by Ragefulchimp
Shaped roughly from the rain.
Jagged crevices cut crudely
Not enough patience.
They rudely act out of duty.
Except for the movement that exists here
While the Spheres wait patiently for years

To be tormented from the cemented clouds
However their ever so patient, ever so patient.
Waiting for an ending of the intelligent, ignorant, belligerent.

The battle scarred unknowns secretly wait alone.
For the intricate impatients to lay ruined in lacerations.
Petty conflicts of constant greed, destroying all nations.
So the weather hardened unknowns, wait to be alone.
Howl found a huge mti for the both of us. My moyo started racing from fear. Howl could tell I was scared, so he hugged me and said,"It's okay. Don't be scared. Don't be scared. I'm here." I smiled at him and felt less nervous, but Howl looked like he was zoning out.

He remembered those words as if it happened just last night. A young child, almost at the age of two, in his mother's arms. She held onto him, whispering,"It's okay. Don't be scared. Don't be scared." From what the mother didn't know is that as soon as her baby was dreaming in his sleep, her and her husband wouldn't be in the morning...
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posted by para-scence
"Put your hands up!" the cop shouted. My breaths came out short and quick. Trembling, I put my hands up. "The neighbors reported a break in. Do wewe live here?"

"No," I breathed, unthinkingly. Why didn't I just say yes? Dammit! I at least have the right to remain silent! My moyo was thudding in my ears; I couldn't think straight.

"Stand up," the cop said, still holding the gun in one hand. He walked over to me, and pulled me up. He patted me down, pulling out the money. It was a fairly large amount, so it was obvious I'd stolen it. "Put your hands behind your back," he ordered. I heard the click...
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posted by Emmett4eva
Rapunzel

She lived in a rickety old house on the juu of a kilima just outside town. Who is she wewe ask? She is someone wewe don’t want to meet; she is a wicked old witch... no one knows her name. She lived alone with her orphan servant, Rapunzel. The witch was old and horrible she had two hideous warts, one above her lip and on the left side of her chin. Rapunzel was a gorgeous girl in her early twenty’s. She had long silky, honey blond hair, green eyes and porcelain, tiled skin. She was kwa far the most beautiful young lady I have ever met.
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I had just...
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posted by para-scence
First came the intense sadness, then came the anger. I wanted to scream at my parents, and my siblings. How hard is it to understand I just want to be myself? Is that so much to ask? I curled up in a ball on my bed, and cried. I covered my eyes with my fists, and screamed through my clenched teeth. That old saying "sticks and stones may break my bones, but words'll never hurt me," ran through my head. What a stupid saying. I'd gladly take being impaled with sticks and stones, than have heard what my parents just alisema to me.

I cried myself to sleep, and slept the rest of the day. I was woken...
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posted by para-scence
After living with the Stuek's for a couple weeks, they decided it was time for me to go to school. This gave me a whole new level of anxiety. From what I heard from the older kids at the orphanage, school is bad enough. But going to a new school, as a freshman would be hell.

"You'll have so much fun! wewe can meet new people, and if wewe want, wewe can have your new Marafiki over..." Mrs. Stueck alisema cheerfully. She'd just gotten nyumbani from the store. She'd gotten me a bunch of new "school clothes." Thankfully, she refrained from buying anything pink.

"Thanks," I whispered. She stopped and gaped at...
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posted by para-scence
They alisema I was just an unfortunate child, born to the wrong people. I'd never seen light until I was eight years old. My parents were criminals (I hadn't known this before of course). They'd hurt a lot of people. They were captured eventually, but then they had managed to escape the prison they were in. Then I was born. My parents were afraid they were caught, so they stayed in an apartment for eight years. No light, and almost no human contact. My dad was the only one that ever left the apartment, to get necessary things like food, clothes, and what not.

I never went to school. Mom taught...
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posted by lauren777222
"Crap,this is Crap!"I knew this voice from anywhere.I spun around quicky on my heels.The face was one of my three best friends,Benjamin.As I saw his face,it colided with memorey of the past.His mid-height,muscular body,pale shoulder-length brown hair,light-hearted vibe,and celestial sky grey eyes.I knew this was a dream.Mostly because he was here and I was talking to him.Mostly because he was sent to jail a mwaka ago.He was there because he was accussed of being a sexual predator.My other two best friends,Marîe and Chase,didn't think Ben would do that.I too,thought this.Marîe and Ben had a...
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