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 Pretty much the image of Jamie XD
Pretty much the image of Jamie XD
"Welcome to the Auditions! I'm Chris, the fabulous host!" Chris greeted the thousands of people, smiling. He handed us forms and numbers (which we put on and signed the forms) and waited to make a video for our audition.
"Why can't we just do this at home?" I asked suspiciously.
"I wanted to try something different," he alisema smirking.
"Whatever," I shrugged and went into the back room where there was nothing but a chair and a camera. I turned on the camera and slowly went back to the chair.
"Alrighty," I began, "I guess wewe wanna know my audition and why I wanna go? Hmmm I honestly don't know. My friend Delilah and I just wanted to go because we're sick of here, y'know? And... HOLY CHEESE CAKE WHAT IS THAT?"
I looked and saw the giant buibui in the corner of the room.
"SWEET! I'LL NAME wewe BOB! :D Wait, what was I saying again? Oh yeah the audition! Sorry I have the attention spand of a squirrel XD. So yeah I just wanna get away and maybe this can be really fun. I'm sarcastic, random, funny, and all that other good stuff. Well, that's about it. PEACE!!!!" I ran up like a idiot and turned off the recording. I found a box in the storage closet which was unlocked and gentelly put the buibui inside. Then I skipped out of the room, running into nobody but Duncan himself.
"Watch were you're going skully." I muttered.
"Make me, Sunshine." He snorted. Great, I'm not even on the onyesha yet and I already have a nickname. Fantastic.
"Hmm, WANNA MEET BOB?" I asked, inaonyesha the spider.
"DUDE, what the-"
I giggled and skipped away, feeling his eyes still on me.
 Delilah, Jamie's best friend
Delilah, Jamie's best friend
posted by stopbullying
Chapter 2
An odd man stepped out of the car and instantly I knew who it was. It was the man that came into the duka during my shift. He stalked me all the way down here and now he was standing in front of me. I wanted to scream because of the scary feeling I got from look in his eyes but I found no voice. I was stupid to go to the outer edges of the park where almost nobody was. And the sekunde I could find a breath his hand was over my mouth and I was thrown into the back of a car that was cold and wet. I could barely hear the voices in the front of the car and I wanted to know where I was going....
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Should A Writer Share Her First Draft With Family & Friends? kwa E.K. Prescott via www.FilmCourage.com.
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posted by Epetrus
someone mentioned your name today. It wafted over to me like the smell of spicy perfume - pleasant at first, but one that stings in the long run. My subconscious picked it up, without me noticing and, I must admit, it took me a few tenths of a sekunde to dig up your file in my brain. I seemed to forget who wewe were for that short amount of time. For that brief, innocent period, I was unaware. The name could have been from years and years ago, it could have been a name I had aliyopewa to a puppy many years back, the name of a plush toy, the name carved in a bus stop bench. A name that I had known,...
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posted by ivoryphills
I lived in my cold dark world for my entire life.
Feeble, absentminded, indifferent, and apathetic are what I am
After shunning the outside world for all its transgression towards me.
I survived through "drifting through life": doing what I am told, agreeing to whatever argument I find myself in, keeping whatever opinion I hold to myself
so that the situation I'm in will be over
and I can get back to my shell, my refuge
My world.
My world, my sanctuary,
my salama haven until an intruder tried to break in
My mother telling me to let her and my "loved ones" in.
What do I do?
What do I do?
The panic sets in;...
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posted by brease1121
THE COUNCIL-2-



CHAPTER 2

"Mr. Smith! Your chai is ready!" Parker's smiling face appeared out the sliding glass door, as she called to Mr. Smith. wewe could see the sea breeze that had collected on her face from being outside, all glassy and hot.Her long arms wiped it away and she turned around, her long braid whipping in the wind.


The meza, jedwali was set and ready for tea. Her face shone in accomplishment. She never really had set a table. When Mr.Smith came through the door he took a kiti, kiti cha at the meza, jedwali and nibbled on a scone that Parker had made fresh.

"Is it alright? I know that I've never really...
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uandishi a screenplay from start to finish with Billboard movie writer/director Zeke Zelker via Filmcourage.com.
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When A Screenwriter Pitches Their Ideas At Story Expo kwa Curtis ray at Story Expo via linkFor zaidi videos, please visit link
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3 maswali A Screenwriter Should Ask When Developing A Story kwa Chapman chuo kikuu, chuo kikuu cha Professor Paul Joseph Gulino via FilmCourage.com.
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A Simple Definition Of The Magician Character For Screenwriters & Storytellers kwa Pamela Jaye Smith via linkFor zaidi videos, please visit link
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posted by pugglelover2000
They finally got to The Skating Place."Well,do wewe want me to go home?"Asked Josie"No,you're fine.Now lets go."Laura replied.They walked up to the door and peered in.Rachel and Jake were out in the middle of the rink holding hands.

Laura opened the door and went in.Josie ran in after her and followed here over to get roller skates."Size 9,please,and for my sister,size 7 in women."The clerk nodded and went to get the shoes."What are wewe going to do?"asked Josie.

"Well,I was going to go skate closer to Jake,and hope he dumps Rachel in the trash,and then he goes out with me."replied Laura.Josie...
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posted by QueridaPantufa
Prologue

I didn’t know what else I could do. I did everything they wanted me to do, but it wasn’t enough. It was never enough. So they kicked me out. I only had time to pack my bag and leave. I had no place to go, no person to turn to. I was alone. That first night I spent sleeping outside on a bench. I felt the cold spread true my body like a thousand knifes. When the sun began the rise, I got up and went on my way out of this horrible place. I was 17-years-old and I had been in six different foster homes. I didn’t want to be put in another foster nyumbani again, so I decided to leave for...
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posted by jedigirl
"Dad, we need to talk," I announce as I walk in the house. "Dad? Are wewe here?" I ask. I'm answered with silence. "Probably down at the shop," I mumble to myself.
"Kodi? Why do wewe always assume he's nyumbani when we are? He's been down in the duka till seven for years. wewe know that" my little brother Jo reminds me in his know-it- all way. Typical freshman. And slightly like Rachel.
"Well for awhile he made sure he was here when we got home. Just an old habit of mine I guess." Jo responds something incoherent.
"Well, I'm going to the shop, if wewe want to come," I offer, knowing he'll stay here.
"Nah,...
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posted by Rozaliciousness
Daisy

daisy was walking round the streets at night. She did it partially because she couldn’t sleep, and because she loved the stars. She thought the stars were amazing, and she still admired them like a child would, even though she was twenty-four and just stuck inside a fourteen-year-old’s body.
But stargazing wasn’t why she wandered down a dark alley to find a young girl getting abused kwa a man just like her father. The girl’s aura was a startling bright red as she struggled to get away from him, whereas the air around him was a dull, greedy brown as he enjoyed her fear.
Daisy’s...
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posted by Kimi4312
Chapter Three:Search For Truth,

Hayden begins to scream in pain when the man hit her in the face, breaking her nose, she cries alot harder "please let me go please!" she shouted
"take the freaking clothes off and i'll let wewe go" the man yells at her, she tries to take her clothes off but he ribs them off of her, she shakes in terror until the man felt a sharp pain in his chest and the man fell down and Hayden sees a large hole on his back where his moyo was,
Hayden starts to get scared until she saw a paper moved kwa its own and the pen moved like someone was uandishi it, she crawl over to it...
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posted by para-scence
That morning I felt really different. I didn't find myself dreading the day, zaidi so not being able to wait. I got dressed, and got ready for the day. There was a knock at the door, and I smiled to myself.

"Hi!" I said, opening the door. My smiled vanished. It was Drew. He looked at me, very confused.

"What are wewe on?" he asked, stepping inside. My moyo pounded against my chest. What was I going to do? Blake alisema he'd be here around noon. He was probably already on his way! "So, Skye is having a barbecue at the park today... We're going," Drew told me. I nodded obediently.

"I.. Uh.. Have to...
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posted by TeamRosalieHale
15: You’re a God

While Dr. crane changed the bandages on IT, IT was trying IT’s hardest not to rip off a body part with one of IT’s fingernails that seemed zaidi like talons. As he applied hydrogen peroxide to the wound IT let out a loud snarl to onyesha IT’s displeasure.
“I know, but killing Dr. crane will not help” IT heard master say. IT could not see master clearly though IT could make out master’s shadow. IT kept as quiet as IT could for whether IT wanted to admit it au not, master was playing God with him-for it had the decision of when and how IT would leave this world.
While...
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posted by coolkatstar
Her hair were twisted into a braid,
She sat there thinking of what she craved,
It occured to her that it was a book,
She longed for a hot cup of tea,
That she could talk and could be free,
How could she escape the cruel lady,
Who made her to fade,
She worked for her all siku and night,
the thing that made it bearable was the terrible fright,
She felt like she was alone in this world,
She wanted a friend she could share the grief with,
Her mind felt twisted with the dread,
All she wanted was a fresh Peice of Bread,
She looked out of the window,
She was what seemed like a tiny shadow,
The girl screamed...
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posted by TeamRosalieHale
7: The Truth

The carriage proved to be even larger on the inside: made of all wood, it had a large domed shape juu that hugged it close yet even Jack the tallest there could stand and walk comfortably in it. The entire thing seemed to stretch forever, like the inside of it would never end. “Magic” Tristan alisema simply. “I’m a warlock-amongst other things” he calmly explained.
“Oh.”
The four men chuckled quietly as Tristan walked to the back, David and Michael sat on a long bench made of black velvet and Jack lay on the one opposite it. “Sit” Tristan encouraged the two. “Make...
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posted by TeamRosalieHale
13: Within You

“Well, I had better turn in” Tristan said, standing from his chair. “Now, we have eight bedrooms and two bathrooms, feel free to help yourself.”
“Why so many if only wewe require sleep?”
“Sometimes, these boys need to be separated and they can do that kwa taking off au holing up in one of the rooms until they have cooled off. Well, night.” They all bid him a good night and Alice stood.
“I’m going to change” she said, eyeing Rose, still sitting inayofuata to Jack.
“Me too” she finally said, standing reluctantly, not wanting to leave him.
<Go. I’ll be right...
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