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After the film they all walk to Antiworld to hang out for awhile. They all laid on the grass, peacefully thinking about bila mpangilio things in their lives. Grito was watching over them, thinking that Cassie, Nathan, Slone and Lindsay may be in trouble if they keep their bonds with the others. Parvulo was sleeping on Grito’s shoulder, making no sound what so ever. Grito himself was getting drowsy, he quickly fell asleep, and he hadn’t slept in a few days, watching over them. What could stop something from attacking them now, Grito is asleep, and a sneak attack and Grito may not be able to save them ‘all’. The thing that stops creatures attacking at random, even if Grito is asleep, power is still being leaked a out of him, creatures that have wisdom know that cannot win, but still not all creatures care for wisdom nor the power of the enemy.
“Damn you! wewe think wewe can just randomly attack people” alisema a Student of Antiworld High. He was standing there, with two of his Marafiki on the ground. The other students were all hiding their faces under hoods, standing silent. “You think I’ll let wewe get away with this?” The Student shouted, charging at the other students. The one in front punched the boy in the stomach, making him instantly stop and fall to the ground. The man removed his hood; he had long brown hair coming down his back, in a shaggy fashion. He had scars all over his face, with a very noticeable one across his entire left side. “Hey, Canis, why did wewe attack those guys?” A young man alisema inayofuata to the scared man. “That last one... Looked at me funny” alisema Canis.
The inayofuata siku at school, Marley, Nathan and Alec were all in class, barely paying any attention to whatever the teacher was talking about. Nathan, Alec and Marley are all in the same class; Cassie and Mia are in the same class, Lindsay and Opal are in are in the same class and Slone is all kwa himself. When school finishes, they usually hang out at their class, Nathan, Marley and Alec were talking about bila mpangilio stuff. Just then a student went through a window, sliding across the floor. “Hey is this class, 9H?” A young man alisema wearing a school uniform with a hood. “Who is the strongest?” He shouted. A few people stood up, one being Andre Daemon, a well known ‘tough guy’ throughout the school. “Who do wewe think wewe are? Walking into my class like that, looking for a fight, eh?” alisema Andre walking up to the student.
There were three students with hoods; one was wearing gloves, a tall one wearing sunglasses and one holding a steel, sliver, baseball bat. Andre through the first punch, but the tall one stopped it and pushed him to the ground. Two of Andre’s boys jumped in and fought the tall man. They tried to kick him in the chest but he just knocked them to the ground. “Damn you!” Andre Shouted. He gripped his fist and aimed at the gloved one. Andre was struck in the head kwa the one holding a baseball bat, falling to the ground with blood down his face. “Class 9H now belongs to the ‘West-side Dogs’, under us” The gloved one said. Nathan grunted, he hated when gangster like kids came in and started claiming this and that. Alec and Marley helped Andre and his Marafiki up. “Do wewe want to try us as well?” alisema the one with the baseball bat. Alec and Marley ignored them and just walked off with Nathan.
posted by Insight357
    “Kayden!” Sebastian-my band’s manager-had a look of dismay on his simple features. I couldn’t hear him, but I could read his lips. Anyone who knew me knew to get my attention before they spoke.
    “What?” I asked. Though I’d been deaf since I was five I knew how to speak as well as anyone with full hearing.    
    “You still haven’t made your set list,” he stated, his face screwed up into a frown. “The first performance is tomorrow night.”
    “I’ll have it finished...
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posted by hgfan5602
My name is Matt Downley, and I am a soccer player. I just moved here to New York, and I was just going to try out for the Weston Middle soccer team, when believe it au not, the principal came rushing down the halls and alisema that I couldn't play because I am disabled. WHAT THE HECK!!! Okay, I was like, "So here's the deal. I can't play. I can't do anything. What the freak am I supposed to do at this stupid school!!!" But, of course, I didn't have the guts to say that out loud to the principal, so I just muttered and said, "Okay." Lately, I feel like people have been stalking me when I came back from school. Everyday when I go to bed, I feel like people are looming in the shadows above me. I didn't know now, but tonight would be a night of extreme danger.
posted by alicia386
What scandalous secrets can adults keep from their parents? I need ideas for a book I am currently writing. It is about how some secrets adults keep from us can actually save our lives. I hope to give wewe a sneak preview of my book which is called The Deadly Truth. Can't wait for your opinions!

To know zaidi about my book please post your maswali on my wall. I will try my best to reply as fast and as soon as I can. If I don't then just know I did read them.

wewe can believe the first chapter of my book will be ilitumwa either this week au inayofuata Friday.
posted by morganaforever
Full of excitement, Nicole and Ellie arrived at the fairground. They walked through the towering gates, expecting laughter and chatter – but everything remained quiet. No music, no noise, nothing! The place was deserted. A strong gust of wind blew, making them shiver. As they walked on, it began to get darker. Gradually, the sky turned from a bright blue to black. One kwa one the lights of the fairground flickered on, illuminating the black sky. As they passed kwa The Haunted Mine, it seemed to be inviting them to have a go. A man clad completely in black was waiting beside the entrance.

“Can...
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It probably took wewe a while to learn the 26 letters of the alphabet back when wewe started school. But actually, wewe should count yourself lucky. Some languages use alphabets with many zaidi letters than that. Russian, for example, has 33 letters, and the Khmer language of Cambodia has over 70. And in China and Japan, where they write with signs called 'characters', there are hundreds, even thousands of different shapes to remember. Japanese primary school children are expected to learn about a thousand characters before they can go on to high school!
posted by candyvtoby511
Tess’s parents were shot down right before her eyes, coming out through the side door of a theatre. She couldn’t understand why he had killed them and not her. The murderer was young, maybe even the same age as herself. He was disguised as an older man, but she could still tell he was quite young, 14 au so.
Tess is walking late at night with her dog alone, thinking about her parent’s mysterious murderer; why didn’t he kill her as well? What motive did he have to kill them? She ponders over the words her mother spoke in her dying breath; what did she mean that I shouldn’t trust him?...
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 Emmanuel Cuts The Ribbon to Open Fashion Week Gibraltar - (Picture kwa dhahabu Productions Studios (Gibraltar) www.goldps.com)
Emmanuel Cuts The Ribbon to Open Fashion Week Gibraltar - (Picture by Gold Productions Studios (Gibraltar) www.goldps.com)
Emmanuel Ray, Britain’s Fashion ikoni of The mwaka 2011 (Fashions Finest Awards), successfully opened Fashion Week Gibraltar on 18 April 2012 at the Casemates Gallery in Gibraltar.
London – In front of an excited crowd Emmanuel Raygave a short speech thanking everyone who came to the opening, his publicist David J Mann, director ofHighmore PR, and Fashion Week Gibraltar’s organiser and fashion designer Reene Weston. He then proceeded to cut the red ribbon allowing everyone to start their Fashion Week experience.
Emmanuel had this to say about the opening,
“What an amazing experience it was....
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If i get enough maoni i will extend it.

It was damp, smelled of earth and pine, I heard leaves rustle, twigs snap as wanyama scurried in the mti tops. I wasn't supposed to be here, this wasn't my room, my bed. I was supposed to me in kwa cottage on eagle lake. I was supposed to be asleep, juu bunk with my younger brother Elliot on the bottom. I was supposed to be smelling fabric softener and hear the soft snore from little Elli, feel the heat of my cat sleeping on my chest. I opened my eyes and I could see the sky, black with soft twinkle of a million nyota and the florescent glow of the moon....
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posted by precious211
“Before we leave I must warn you. We are now entering alien territory, so be careful and considerate to you’re new surroundings. One stupid mistake can get you, and everyone around wewe killed.”

The safety instructor’s voice boomed across the large, air conditioned spaceship. It sounded oddly cheerful for someone who had just told them that they could all die.
Everyone tried to see where her line of vision was pointing towards. It was aimed toward the windows.
Kendra glanced through them and, and gulped. They were about four thousand feet above sea level, and the space craft had just...
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Using correct grammar and sentence structure is vital if wewe want to convey your thoughts accurately. wewe also want your uandishi to hold the reader's attention. Nothing is zaidi annoying than kusoma a manuscript littered with grammatical errors. The error of uandishi sentence fragments is a common error. Sentence fragments are incomplete sentences that don't express a complete thought.

tips:
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Have a subject for every verb. The subject is the actor in the sentence. The verb is the action taken in a sentence.

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Make sure all of your dependent clauses have a completing thought. An independent...
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posted by cutiegirl01
(Please tell me your opinion on my story and be truthful please!)

    “Erik get down here now!” My father yelled.
    “I’m coming, I’m coming!” I hurried down the stairs. I learned in the last 17 years I’ve been alive, that if my dad calls me I need to be down fast…or else…
    I got down the stairs, and went into the living room where he always sat on his days off. “Yes, dad? What can I get you?”
    My mother smiled up at me from her book, “You are such a good son, Erik-“
    My...
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posted by NormalcyIsDead
Boom boom clap
Bounce your head, snap
To the classic, to the rap


Step ball change
Basic with a buck
Pleay, tour jete
Bounce your head to the rock


One two three,
Two two three,
Count along with your head
Mosh with the beat


Hop shuffle hop back
Twirl your arms, bend your back
Do the thingamajiggie
Wear out your taps

Breathe it in, breathe it out
Reach for the sky, dance on the ground
Flitter here, gallop there
Lose yourself anywhere

Flow with the music
Feel it in your veins
As wewe bounce your head, snap
Boom boom clap
posted by DxCFan123
Third Person POV
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Sadao walked up to God and asked him if he was eligible to be in Heaven. God just simply nodded his head. Sadao walked through the large golden gates and found himself walking through his town he lived in when he was alive. He found his way to his house, and swung open the door. Everything was how it was before. He started crying, remembering the memories he had with Kat here. He heard crying coming from his room, so he opened the door and saw a blonde girl curled up in the corner of his room, sobbing.

"K-K-Kat?" he managed to stutter out. The blonde looked...
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posted by dragonwriter
As light fades the brightest of souls can even be turned to do the darkest of things. As time time pushes mbele the mind and body of an individual changes for either good au bad. the decisions they make and the things they do will stick with them forever. I was told this many years zamani kwa a wise old man that fortold my future. He alisema "the one with the dragon soul is not alone in the world he knows." After being told this it left me nothing but confused but i had a feeling that it wouldn't be the last time i heard of it.
posted by StarsGoBlue
God's Lost Child 
Chapter 2: An Indefinite Prisoner Of War 

"Unbelievable! Un-fucking-believable."
A nerdy blonde cussed as he stormed  through the upper deck of Sovereign, his hands raised above his head in protest. 
"Oh, let's put Baird in charge of the rookie! Since he's busy anyway. Let's just give him zaidi shit to do, that's easier on us!"
He continued to fume violently as Nicole followed a salama distance behind. The rest of Delta Squad had dispersed to their cabins to change into their night attire. Baird had been chosen to school the rookie, thanks to his big mouth.  After a bit of sighing...
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In this series of guides, I'll be inaonyesha wewe the best techniques for uandishi your story. These are tried-and-true techniques, and they work.
First up: characters. Every story has characters. We all know that. But what wewe may not realize is that some portions of a character need not be mentioned. Why spend three pages on your character's dimples if they have nothing to do with the plot? In order to keep your readers hooked, wewe have to yourself to things that are involved with the plot.
Before wewe decide on a plot, wewe should get to know each of your characters. After all, you're telling...
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posted by PhoenixRoyale
This is another poem that I have written. It was inspired kwa some maoni about stuffed animals/plushies on Youtube being people's friends. Enjoy.
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The Stuffed Animal.
To some, they are stupid.
They are useless.
They are disgusting little balls of fluff.

Those people think that it's necessary
to pick on the innocence of others
for having a collection of their own.
They poke fun, they tease, they even insult.

They target that person's age.
Sometimes even their gender.
They think they need to grow up.
They think these fluffy plushies are meant for babies.

But to those innocent people,
the ones who are quite...
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posted by shenelopefan
La parte prohibida del parque

"La depresión es la que guía, la alegría es la que llega"

En la ciudad dónde yo vivía de niña, había un parque en dónde siempre pasaba las tardes con mis amigos. Éramos un grupito de niñas y niños que nos juntábamos a jugar en ronda, cantábamos canciones que no tenían sentido (casi nuestro propio idioma, de hecho) y recorríamos todo el parque jugando a las escondidillas.

Bueno, no todo el parque porque había una a la que los adultos no les gustaba que vayamos. Era un sector tan lleno de árboles que, desde afuera parecía una selva en medio de un parque...
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The room is silent, as always. Nothing can be heard, aside from the soft rasp of pencil on paper. Words take form, joining various thoughts into one whole. On the outside, nothing is different from the average writer. To find what sets me apart, we must look deeper than the surface.
Inside my mind, picha and ideas race about, sometimes colliding, sometimes not. This whirlwind is composed of everything I know, read, seen, heard, au thought of. It is here that my greatest works begin to form.
To onyesha how thw whiirlwind works, let us have an example. During practice for spring track, I noticed...
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posted by Lord_Anubis
If wewe mates like it, comment, I'll make zaidi if anyone notices it =3

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''Oi, wewe guys! What are wewe doin'?!'' screamed a brown haired boy from the street.
''Mind your own business and go back under your momma's skirt, au you'll get some too!'' replied the tallest boy on playground, probably the leader of the rest 4 boys.
5 of them were teasing one small boy, taking away from him candies and ruining his game on playground. The brown haired boy frowned with his black eyes and started walking towards them.
''You scum really have guts! 5 tall mbwa on 1 small...
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