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posted by amandaj
Ok, this is my first attempt at uandishi a story, if that's what I should call it, I'm not sure. I'm not an experienced writer, and English isn't my mother tongue, so it's not flawless. Please kubeba with me a little. But please feel free to give me feedback on this, positive au negative, either way. :)

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There was a time, when she felt like she could do anything. A time when the world didn't seem as intimidating. When all her challenges and struggles was small, and forgotten kwa the blink of an eye. She doesn't seem to remember a single time when she was younger, when she found herself nervous, shy au held back kwa anything.

But now that she's older, it seems like she's crumbling under the weight of it all. Suddenly she's not forgetting at all. She's remembering and holding on to memories of failures au other unpleasant things, as if that would solve anything. Sadly, but like expected, it hasn't helped her much yet. She's the shy, quiet girl, spending her time over-analyzing everything.

She goes around for days, thinking of whatever activity coming up that she's anxious about. Maybe a school presentation, au maybe something else, involving situations she's not too comfortable with. She sits in class, watching the teacher as he asks the class a question. A short, easy question. Yet, she sits perfectly still, both hands down, hoping that the teacher somehow will miss her presence. Even though she knows the answer. I can see how she tries to take a look around the classroom without moving too much. She's wishing for someone, anyone, to raise their hand. It's so obvious on her face, she wishes to be anywhere but here. Much like seeing her in P.E., how she always look like she wishes to sink into a hole in the floor. She sighs in relief as the boy on the front row, Alex, raises his hand, moving the teachers attention towards the other side of the classroom.

Her life is full of those small, completely manageable situations, that she can't seem to deal with in a satisfying manner. Even though the big deal about those situations are something relatively easy, small au quickly finished, she can't seem to let it go. How she became so shy and at times anxious, is beyond me. I can't come up with anything that suggested her becoming this girl crumbled kwa shyness. To be honest, she has no reason to be crumbled either. She is smart, and I'm guessing she's got the majibu to all the maswali being asked, if she only dared to answer them. She is quite pretty too. Even though she looks average at first sight, she's not. Besides the brain and looks, she's also a very nice and warm person. To me, she seems like the kind of person who could do great things if she only let go of the steering wheel once in a while. And if she would open up a little to the people around her, they would see that too.

I wish I could help her somehow, make that discomfort so evidently in her face, disapear. I guess I could say somehting like "Fake it 'til wewe make it" au "Be seen.Get out there!", but I know she has heard it all before. But not even knowing all the tips and tricks has made a difference yet. I just hope that someday it will.

I wish she remembered that time in elementary school, when she didn't want to go to school. And the time she ran nyumbani from the bus stop, crying, because she had English at school that day? Why can't she remember that, and how she got her act together? How come she doesn't remember the triumph she must have felt when she defeated her fears and shyness, and went to school after all? Why has she forgotten how she ended up being one of the best students in her English class the following years? Why can't she just remember how all her troubles, who at that time, seemed bigger than life itself, ended up being small?

She has done it once. I'm confident in the fact that someday, she will do it again...
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posted by coriann
The maid was our friend, we used to talk to her about everything. She was a black, African American woman, fairly old, mildly chubby. She usually wore a jeans and anything she felt comfortable in and a plain white apron and head tie. We introduced her to the cult master but she refused, even though she liked him. We saw her in the mall, talking kwa the phone booth. Everyone walked kwa but i stayed and waited to talk to her. I smiled every time I saw her, and it usually lingered on until a while after she was gone.
Mrs Sami stood there talking on the phone, she saw me. She smiled and waved and...
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posted by POPclogger216
I had originally planned doing this for A Choice, with the song sort of depicting what happened, but I decided not to. So, picture this as any couple/ people wewe want, whether they’re form the story, your own, au whoever. Merry Christmas!

I do not own the song, nor (most likely) the plot.

~*~

Two friends; nothing more, nothing less. One, who had never had snow in her krisimasi memories before, and the other, who had lived with white Christmases most of his life. This is a story of friendship, laughter, a hint of love, and a few memories being made.

~*~

Sleigh bells ring, are wewe listening?
In the...
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Hiya! I'm Rose and I'm gonna tell wewe guys a story about magic mischief and fun! It all started on a Saturday in Spring. I was on my porch swinging in the hammock and kusoma a book when I saw a twinkle in the corner of my eye. I just shrugged it off and continued reading. Then I saw it again. So I got up and walked around looking for it. I saw it again so I ran towards it and it moved so of course like any 11 mwaka old would do I followed it. It was still moving so I ran faster and it moved faster and faster. So I ran even faster then it disappeared and I looked around to see where I was at...
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No one please make this your own book cause im already doing that and im posting this up casue im gonna see what other people think about it.

In the secret, almost spirit world of Viver (pronounced like viper), there is this very abberant boy name Eduardo. He was the disgrace of everyone in SA1 (secret area 1). He would get in fights from toddlers to the eddlers. Anyone who fought with him (Eduardo started the fights), would get in trouble. One time he fought with the most smartest kid in all of Viver. The leaders of SA1 decided that the smartest kid would be banished (by banished in their world...
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“Even as a child I had a wild imagination. A younger child, I should say. I’m only sixteen now, so I could be considered a child to some. Oh, kwa the way, my name is Sarah Way. I live in a small town called Ammarion. It’s a growing town found in Idaho. It’s in Idaho, if that tells wewe anything.” Sarah began. “I’m here to tell wewe my story. I know wewe are skeptical about magic, but wewe won’t be after hearing my story.”
    I’d like to drag wewe back in time with me. We only need to go back to last summer. School had just gotten out and I had ample plans...
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posted by coriann
The window. It was open ever so slightly. If I could just slide through without making any sounds I could do this. And I did. I fell onto the concrete bit of floor with no railings. The sun was out now. Shining bright. I looked down, way down, way down at the light green trees in the car park. Just then I got an idea (the car park)
A police car flew by. Moss green with its black and brown spots and broad wings. I took a glance at the pistols. Guns, that's what i needed. But how was I supposed to get down from there? The police car flew closer. I knew what I had to do. I got up and shook myself...
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posted by amethyst44
I was born, yet I felt as though I lived before.

I breathed, though I struggled for the air that would keep me sane.

I ate chakula and drink, but I still craved for more.

I slept, but I was still awake and pulsing with energy inside.

I made my first friend, but I knew I would have to say goodbye sometime.

I felt fear, even though my head was streaming with it already beforehand.

I felt joy, yet my body ached of pain and sorrow.

I wept, but my tears tasted of sweet wine instead of seasalt.

I ran through the light of the morning sun, though my spirit raced into the wild night.

I dreamed of Heroes and happiness, knowing however that it was an illusion upon waking up.

I looked into eyes of beauty, only to see them wash away the inayofuata day.

I fell weak and frail, but my spirit strengthened the loss.

I reached for hands of help, only to have them drag me down.

I closed my eyes, to see the light.

...to thus being born again...
posted by Pirate_4_life
Chapter one

Her mind replayed the images. The dark eyes staring into hers, his hair hanging over his forehead. The soft curve of his mouth as he whispered the inaudible words. The same guy that had filled her dreams for the last week and a half. Her thoughts completely focused on trying to figure out what those words were, and zaidi importantly who he was. Usually she could always place a name with a face yet here she drew a complete blank. Maybe, she decided, he doesn’t even exist. It was only a dream after all. A figment of her imagination created to distract her from the far from exciting...
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posted by juicyjossy9
1. Practice kindness and gratitude with everyone, including yourself, everywhere and every day, it's great for the soul!
2. The most important sex organ is the brain.
3. Life is too short to waste time hating anyone.
4. Don't take yourself so seriously. No one else does.
5. We all have been born. We all have to die. What's in between is up to us to create.
6. wewe don't have to win every argument. Agree to disagree.
7. Cry with someone. It's zaidi healing than crying alone.
8. Stop listening to the words you've heard, no one but yourself will agree with wewe more.
9. Save for retirement starting...
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posted by kayleebabee
umm hujambo guys sorry i have not ilitumwa anything in so long I got major uandishi block and had to wait untill all of my expertise came back to me.

I seek a release
from the pain that I feel
Inside my moyo there is only
Anger, betrayal and sadness!

Lonliness is a terrible thing
with no-one to see the state that Im in
my head is spinning think im gonna be sick
oh please god
send me someone I can relate to

I cant trust my mum shes to far gone
cant trust my dad hes just an punda
If i cant trust my family who can i trust?

Inside my chest is a hole
where my moyo once was
My mum cruelly tore it out
and then stamped all over it!
I was only a child
burdened with adult responsibilities!

and inside that hole
If wewe can see past all of the scars
wewe will see my suppresed heart!
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