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Well this is my first novel on net really and I need for people to listen. This novel is is about a Hollywood mum who is sexy,sassy,witty,in her early 30s and still counting but she Lost her husband to an an Hollywood husband snatcher.She is an actress,lecturer,teacher,wife and most especially a MOM. ssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssPROLOGUE: ssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss"Her...

The fiction story I wrote EXCLUSIVELY for Fanpop. In Chapter 2. Enough said.

The mbwa ran furiously until they were out of breath. They stopped in the unfamiliar woods. The brother puppy looked at his sister as if to say, "Let's go back to Mama."
She refused, attempting to cuddle with him instead. He ran away when she tried to nuzzle him.
He ran away from the woods, closer and closer to the open field and his family. He looked back to see his sister wasn't running. He didn't care. She would realize he was on the right track. She'd catch up.
The speeding puppy looked straight ahead of him to see...

Life may be a hard path to walk
but as the years pass wewe learn
on how to adapt and face it head on.

Fear of leaving something au someone familiar
to tread somewhere new and foriegn,
but thats the beauty of life
how we see things grow from the earth, the birth of a human life,
animals of the wild struggling for survival
through the ages since the beginning of time.

Where despair fills your soul
you cry for renewal within
it will take deep forgiveness in your heart
to wash away the hurt of betrayal
as it happens forevermore
as long as we continue to fight and hurt each other.

Love bleeds deeply when you...

In this makala I'm going to write about how to enjoy writing. I'm a writer and do a lot of writing, both for my website and for other people. I find some ways of uandishi are zaidi enjoyable than others.




How To Enjoy Writing




I find uandishi is most enjoyable when it's not done in a forced au particularly planned manner. If wewe find it's hard to get yourself to write, I think it's best to relax about it. Perhaps relaxation will be all wewe need to get your inspiration flowing, in fact.




I often spend some time meditating for ideas before sitting down to write an article. After a few sekunde of keeping...

"Shelby?" Sage asked quietly, coming into my room. "Can I ask wewe something?" I sat up on my bed.

"Sure," I sighed, not so enthusiastic; but I was trying not to be so irritable all the time. Sage came in front of the bed, then plopped down on the floor in front of me.

"What's that stuff wewe take?" she asked. I furrowed my eyebrows.

"What do wewe mean, Sage?"

"You know, that stuff wewe take," she said. "Like this." She put her palm to her nose, and inhaled deeply. My moyo fell into my stomach. I quickly fell down to her height, and grabbed her shoulders.

"Sage. How do wewe know about that," I said...

I was just 5 dakika on foot to my dancing class. When I left nyumbani 20 dakika ago, I didn’t expect, I would be raining. But it wasn’t just raining – it was going to be a real storm. It was the middle of July and I was wearing a dress with the short sleeves. The rain was becoming heavier with each dakika while I was walking down the street. Unfortunately there was no duka au bus station close for me to hide from the storm, so when I felt my dress all wet and drops in my hair, I couldn’t do anything but stopping under the tree. The mitaani, mtaa was desert – apart from one car standing in...

Eleven mwaka old twins Miyu and Nakku have been begging their mother for weeks about checking out the attic, their mother finally alisema yes during week four.The twins raced up the spiral staircase to the attic.They found old toys and books, then Miyu found a small crawl space door.
"Nakku!Nakku!Come here!"Miyu called out to her brother.Nakku ran over and saw the door she pointed at.
"Let's see what's inside Miyu."Nakku suggested, Miyu nodded rapidly and reached for the door.Nakku grabbed her hand, then looked at her like she was crazy.
"Miyu, let me open it first."Nakku said.He yanked the door open,...

Ok, heres a story I've had in my head for a while...

I haunt her, I know I shouldn't. Being dead is boring. It's not like I chose death. Death just happened.

I was a normal seventeen mwaka old guy, ready to start collge. Then, I saved her life. She means everything to me.
I upendo everything about her. Her hair, her smile, her lips, her body, her laugh, her snort, her mad face, her happy face, her flirty face, her attitude.

I upendo her.

That's why I pushed her out of the way when the murderer shot the gun. That's why I saved her life.

Now, I haunt her. I watch her every dakika of everyday, as a ghost....

Caitlin Tresp moved to my small town in Tennessee when we were in fourth grade,which was two years ago.This is her story so far.
So,she moved here in fourth grade.She was in my class.It was her first day,and she was already being bullied.By everyone.Ecxept for my Marafiki and I.Jessica,Molly,Chyanne,Tori and me.It was like she was already part of the group.We all got along greatly.But later in the year,Jessica and Caitlin got in a fight at recess.When we went back inside,we all had to talk to our teacher,Mrs.McDonald.By the end of the dayit was all sorted out...or so I thought.For the rest...

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this is my very first time to write an makala here in fanpop
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I`m in upendo with uandishi poems . In fact , i believe that words can do zaidi . > that`s why my poems are my life !!!
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this is a poem which was written with my hamble keyboard =) hope wewe all like it =)

~~ a letter to my dear prince ~~

Dear prince,
I`m tired of living in this unusual life
My diary
Took me to an old distain memory
when I become your wife
I don`t know why ?!!
Every good memory has became whiter then white
Except the siku I saw wewe
You`re right
Special memories always colored with special liquids
But which kind...

Alise opened her eyes on a beautiful Thursday morning. As she sat up, she wiped the sleep from her eyes and brushed through her long black hair with the tips of her fingernails. She looked at the time on her IPod dock. “Its 7:30, I’m late” yelled Alise as she jumped out of kitanda and ran to her wardrobe. She pulled out a white button-up blouse and a green tartan skirt. She opened the drawers underneath and pulled out a pair of black stockings. Alise quickly go dressed and packed her country road bag. She lived at nyumbani with her aunty, uncle and her cousin Eliza. Eliza rushed downstairs and...