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I'm the real writer of this story, my siter a.k.a gossipgirlxoxo ilitumwa it for me but now i have my own....

15 years ago, mankind found that there was zaidi than the world showed us. There was another world where creatures of all appearances were hiding, the creatures made a deal with the humans that if they let them live in the human world as normal citizens they would help the humans deal with deceases and technology. They agreed but the humans decreed that all monsters must hid in a human form, this was no shock to the creatures and it was agreed that man and monster would live as one, as long as the monsters keep their true form a secret.
“Marley, are wewe playing au what?”Alec said. “Nah I’m out for this one, man” This is Marley Costello, a 15 mwaka old student at Antiworld Secondary collage, he has an average level in all his subjects, except sport and L.O.T.E (much lower scores). “You haven’t played a match for ages, get of your punda and play a bloody match” This Is Alec Turner, a 16 mwaka old student, have the same level as Marley in his subjects, except has much higher level in sport (Lower score in L.O.T.E, punched L.O.T.E teacher in the face, long story don’t ask) Both Marley and Alec hid a secret of being a half blood (half human, half demon) in this case their demon blood is vampiric, they both need blood to survive.
“Looks like Marley’s sitting on his punda other than doing what the teacher told us to do” This is Nathan Wright, 15 years old, school level is lower than Marley’s with the two exceptions, fully human. “Why are wewe all on my back, I’m just taking a break, man” alisema Marley. Alec and Marley both know each other’s secret because both have seen each other feed on someone’s blood, Nathan and others do not know of their secret because it is a taboo to tell the human race what your true form is. “Leave my brother alone, it’s not his fault he’s a lazy bastard” This is Opal Costello, Marley’s little sister, she is 14 years old and has higher scores then Marley. Opal is also a half blood vampire.
“Great, it’s Opal still deeply in upendo with me?” alisema Alec. “Ha, one siku Alec I will beat the living sh...” “Ok, everyone schools almost finished, since it’s the end of the siku wewe can stay in your sport uniform au get changed, either way just chat amongst yourselves until the kengele goes” alisema Sport Teacher. “Ring Ring” “Marley, I just got a SMS from mum she can’t pick us up and neither can dad, but we don’t have to go back nyumbani straight away just be back kwa seven” alisema Opal. “So what wewe guy want to do before we head home” alisema Alec. Alec gets a lift with Marley’s mum, he’s parents don’t mind him being nyumbani late. “Um... guys I kind of need to...um” alisema Marley. “Yeah I’ve been holding back too, water does not help at all, I guess it’s time to....”Said Alec “DRINK” alisema All.
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 fragrance of scotch pine and blue spruce is pungent in the air, amplified kwa the heat of late June. au so wewe think it is June. This place feels oddly void of time. wewe open your eyes to see a sun hazed over kwa stratus clouds. From all angles wewe spy familiar wooden structures.
You are back.

You sit up with your legs tucked under your bottom and bask in the estival air and all of the scents that waft within it. wewe furrow your brows, thinking that it is not as clean as before. Even so, the place hums with earthy energy. A stronger gust of wind picks up the hem of your shati and flutters...
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posted by Epismatic
The Man With No Eyes Collection (3): Mask




When the curtain rises, all is forgiven.

I’ll brush it all off with a movie-star smile,

A genuine laugh, but my eyes must be hidden,

The truth they contain is considered too vile.

My voice is a song that will play through your ears,

And invite wewe to dance to the sound of my tune,

I take a bow, deeply, and drink in your cheers,

I’ll always remain here,

You’ll come see me soon.

A new siku is dawning,

“Quick, put on your mask!”

And hurry outside, meet the crowd.

“Where’ve wewe been?”

With fanciful majibu to all that wewe ask,

I’ll always wait here for...
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posted by WritingBookWorm
So, one of my New’s Years Resolutions this mwaka it to write more. So, I decided to make this:

The goal is to write something every day.

Starting on the 31st of January, every siku there is a vague word, idea, object, question, statement au anything. wewe can take it anyway wewe want.

Then each siku wewe should write what it tells wewe too au something inspired kwa it. Whether it be a poem, a small scene, a character description, journal entry, short story au even just one really well crafted sentence.

Even if the prompt confuses you, au wewe have no ideas just write something! It’s a great exercise...
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This guide was inspired kwa a swali recently ilitumwa kwa link on this spot. The user was looking for ways to put a twist on fairytales. I began to write an answer, but my answer soon developed into an article. So here it is.

Note that these aren't specifically for fairytales; they can be used on any old, well-known stories. After listing some ideas on how wewe can put a twist on such stories, I'll give a few examples of sinema that have done used one au zaidi of these ideas.

1. Swap the genders of the traditional characters.
Do any of the characters behave especially "typical" for their gender?...
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posted by floraisbest1
Ms. Farogonda asked for the winx to come down to her office. when the winx reached ms. farogonda's office she told them that diana wants to speak wth one of you. she didnt tell me who but she told me to pick two extras. ms. farogonda can i go, bloom asked her. flora will be going along with musa and aisha ms farogonda told them. hmph bloom pouted, can we at least go with them bloom alisema quikly. fine all of wewe girls can go and im bringing the specialist. ok stella alisema in a sing song voice. lets go alisema the winx. they met the RF boys outside and went in the owl. winx: WINX BELIEVIX
AT THE amazon
flora: let's get going
aisha: see ya winx
bloom: meet back here in an saa k
ok bloom musa said
( diana appears in front of them)
GUARDS take them away
what??!
(to be continued)
posted by LunaNotLoony
Anna flicked the T.V from channel to channel, bored: there was nothing worth watching. Sighing, she left the news on and flopped back on the sofa, not really intending to listen.
'The war in Iraq-.'
'Oh no, wewe don't,' Anna muttered, grabbing the remote. Her Dad had joined the army after her Mum had died of an overdose. Anna didn't really blame him, she'd have got out of the house as fast as possible too if she was an adult. The whole house was contaminated with the memories of Mum, of her laugh, of her accident... suicide... whatever it was. Even so, Anna missed Dad like it was painful. She'd...
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posted by Ichigo127
An Amuto one-shot
hope wewe enjoy!

‘You know, Amu…,’ he was sitting there again, on the ledge of the window, staring wistfully outside. ‘All of them think you’re gone. But I know better. wewe are alive, I know it. Somewhere out there, you’re thinking about me too, aren’t you?’
He was talking again, talking to the moon. ‘You’ll never admit it but wewe have already fallen for me,’ he smirked at the moon. No, not the moon. It was Amu’s blushing face that he saw and it was her voice that he heard, ‘Shut up!’ he didn’t know it was the echo of his memories because he thought...
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A shadowy figure silently brushed the silken curtains aside as she slipped through the open window and stepped into the dark chamber. Passing a small meza, jedwali and a bed, the fox, mbweha quickly headed towards a cabinet that stood against the far wall.
Beaded necklaces hung above a oval mirror that was set in the center. Her eyes rested on a miniature strongbox half hidden behind the mirror.
Paying no heed to the deafening clatter coming from the oblivious guest downstairs, she skillfully picked the tiny lock and raised the lid. It was hard to tell what was what in the darkness, so she emptied it into...
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Act like you're not
okay when wewe are and
that wewe are when you're
not. Run barefoot in
the snow. Stand out
in the rain for an hour
and think about anything
and everything wewe can.

Fall in upendo with
riddles and things that
aren't real and the
way some stars
shine. Cry when
you realize that life is
just one big sham and write
one hundred cliché poems
about it, and then write one
that wewe actually mean.

Use profanity. Be the
one fucking introvert
in a room full of
extroverts and scream
shit just for the fun of
it. kumeza every goddamn
metaphor wewe ever dreamed
of and write them down
with your own blood.

Eulogize...
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Hi Everyone!
I've been working on a book for a while now. Im not gona post all of it at the same time, but I Will post the Prologue. Please tell me what wewe think! I invite constructive criticism to make it better! THX!


Prologue
    “Tanya! I don’t understand what’s so different about this kid! He’s done nothing to make me see him as special!” Tanya glowered at her obnoxious boyfriend. “Don’t wewe see?” She alisema icily, “He isn’t like us!” Virgil and Tanya looked at there new child. He wiggled around in his crib, kitanda cha mtoto mchanga and giggled happily. The child crabbed...
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What do wewe want from me?
A tortured body?
A broken soul?

What do wewe expect to happen?
As wewe kick me down
As wewe rip me apart

Tell Me!!!!!!!!!!

What do wewe want to happen?
As I close my eyes
And take my last breath

I alisema I would stay
Till I took my last moment
But now I'm leaving
A victim no more

I lived with your love
The upendo wewe showed with your fist
I died because of that love
Your upendo was only Hate

Now someone else will take my place
Will live with your kind of love
Now someone else will receive your lies
Will know your treachery

What did I expect?
That you'd change?
That you'd learn to love?

What did I ever...
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One afternoon, Sapphire sat in her room, on her bed, quietly daydreaming with her headphones in. Her eyes were glazed over, and she was in her own magical world.
Sapphire entered the sparkling cave in the middle of the forest. Her blue dress was tattered, and her misty pink fairy wings were damp from the moist, warm air. But she was feeling fine.
Sapphire took a few steps into the sparkling cave. It was made entirely of ice and crystal. Trickling water could be heard as miniature streams fell continuously from the ceiling. Icy stalagmites stood firmly in the cold crystal floor. Icicles hung from...
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posted by Attirox2
The air was still as if it were holding its breathe waiting for me as I approached the ledge. I could feel myself pushing back tears as I clutched the fragile locket in my hands; I traced its dainty designs with my finger. "So mom and dad are getting the divorce after all. I guess wewe were right E. I don't know why I ever doubted wewe about that one I mean it was obvious! I guess I tried to block it out like what happened......" I muttered looking up at the milky white moon. It seemed to look down at me with sympathetic beams of light. My hands gripped the marble ledge tighter. "Eliza it's been...
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It’s the color of you
wewe always wore it
It’s the color we shared
As we hid from them

With it we showed our true selves,
Though no one cared
Our machungwa, chungwa book bags
Were our shields from some of the pain

We protected each other
But it wasn’t enough
We were like two machungwa, chungwa crayons
When everyone else was green

Then wewe left me alone,
All I had was our color orange
As they hit me
I took peace in knowing
wewe were in the machungwa, chungwa field in the sky
wewe always alisema was there.

The machungwa, chungwa of the sun set
Is your smile
Even though wewe left too soon

Orange…

Now it’s my color
My way of remembering you
Now I am the lone machungwa, chungwa in the rainbow
Without wewe here

I protect my own
Though I wish wewe were here

Now machungwa, chungwa is my color
A color for your bravery
A color for my survival

machungwa, chungwa will forever be our color
Even though death took wewe away

Forever machungwa, chungwa for you,
Sweet Cassidy.
Hello to the cold world, I was named Max Lee Moore kwa the parents who absolutely despise me. I am sixteen years old at the moment, will be turning seventeen on June 27th. But who gives a crud? wewe know what I receive for my birthday every year? For how old I am, like sixteen. I get sixteen whips from a belt. My dad doesn't live with me anymore to whip me, so there's my mother. She gets a kick out of every whip. It seems to make her ecstatic. Each whip equals to one of her evil laughs. She whips me any chance she wants to. It pains me so much that I'm surprised I haven't committed suicide yet....
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I don't know about other people, but I've began to notice that we are relying on teachnology way too much!

Yes this swali has been suggested to most of us before (most commonly kwa our parents). But this time it's different. It is normal for parents to think that teenagers are obsessed with our I-pods, i-phones, laptops au other. This is normal because our parents didn't have things like this when they were younger.

Most adults where I live including my parents didn't have the internet growing up. They all had to either go to the librery for information au have a collection of encyclopidias...
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posted by teamsalvatore98
Characters (just so nobody gets confused):
Keigo Shokuo- main character (Name meaning: roughly Prince's bodyguard)
Mikoto Kyuuketsuki- vampire prince/ eventually becomes Keigo's best friend and lover (NM: roughly prince vampire)
Blood Brothers/BB- this name is misleading because of the "blood" part, but they're actually a group of highly trained assassins who are hired to kill Mikoto. They'll come up in conversations.
Geretsu Kyuuketsuki- Mikoto's grandmother; retired vampire Queen (NM: Mean Vampire)
Riaru Kyuuketsuki- Mikoto's real mother [deceased] (NM: Real Vampire)
Katanashi Kyuuketsuki- Mikoto's...
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