Primary Difference Between Amateur And Professional Writers - Gordy Hoffman

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I write my moyo on a paper

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Getting kwa Ch. 14

posted by para-scence

What kind of sick, twisted individual created the idea of dodgeball? Apparently it seemed like such a great idea to put child against child, and have them whip balls at each other. And it doesn't matter that gym teachers say "no hitting people in the face," because despite that, that's exactly what they're aiming for.

I was just happy I was out most of the game. I was able to sit out on the sidelines, with all the kids who were furious they were out. and avoid a panic attack.

I saw Jezreel again.

She was ducking behind a kid, who seemed to not mind her using him as a body guard. I almost laughed...

What New Screenwriters Struggle With The Most - Daniel Calvisi

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weird pencils

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The cover of Lala Magazine

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Endless Pain: A Taylena Story; Chapter Two

posted by MileySelena982

*Note; This is a variation of RachelGal97’s Endless Pain. Same names; just a different plot. Please maoni and tell me if wewe like and what’s your inayopendelewa part*

Endless Pain: Chapter Two

Selena and her mother had sat on the kitanda while Selena told the whole story.

“And just last night I dreamed that he had… that he had…”

“He had been what?” her mom asked with utter most curiosity; for she knew her daughter, and anything could happen.

“He had been killed!” Selena shouted. “And it felt so real! As if I saw it with my own eyes!” The tears slowly came again, but they passed....

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"Benny" - Chapter Two

posted by marissa

"She wore very little make up and looked exhausted, as if she’d just woken up and remembered she had to go work."

Chapter Two:

Jean:

Jean got on the bus a few hours later, dressed in her brown Tim Hortons uniform, earphones in her ears as she fiddled with her iPod. Benny spotted her as soon as she got on. Without a sekunde thought, he stood up and sat in the empty kiti, kiti cha inayofuata to her.

Jean was young, sixteen, maybe seventeen, and tall. Her dark hair was pulled up neatly behind her head. She wore very little make up and looked exhausted, as if she’d just woken up and remembered she had to go work.

Jean looked over at Benny and gave him a half-hearted smile, before turning back to her music.

“Hello,” alisema Benny,...

Lately

posted by Epismatic

The Man With No Eyes Collection (4): Lately

I thought I Lost wewe before wewe even left me.

That’s the message that your cloudy gaze sent me,

And now it’s become a glistening bubble of a memory.

Is it possible wewe regret me?

Is it possible that I’m empty?

Why else would I awake to find no one here except me?

Won’t anyone accept me?

My true face, not the stunning mask of the beautiful, bereft me?

Haunted riches; is it worth being wealthy?

The creeping outside my doors; they’re gonna get me.

And once they finish chopping me up, they’re gonna set me,

Ablaze, and then they’ll just forget me.

A zaidi grim tone and disorganized format were intentional for this one. Funny enough, the title was the hardest part here. Trying to sum up this poem in just a word was difficult, but I think I found a good fit.

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Dont Say Goodbye

posted by ejenk1025

Chapter 1

As I slowly walk toward the road I can't help but to think "What have I gotten myself into?" I know I shouldn't have done what I did. Is this where I was suppose to end up? Is this destiny. If it is... I don't believe. I just wish I could take it all back. I'm sorry. I'm sorry is all I could say. I shouldve never listened to her. My mother. Don't let this be the end. I won't give up. Please. Then I hear a soft scream but as I approach closer It grows louder. I start to shake inside but I manage to keep walking. I'm sorry. I shouldve let him go. It was stupid. I shouldve let that night...

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Black Iron the Assassin chapter 1

posted by ITF

An otter strode silently down the dim hall.
His pelt was black as night and his eyes were as blue as the sky on a cloudless day.
He wore a black tunic, which came down a little past his knees.
From the way he walked to the sly glint in his eyes, it was clear that he was crafty, daring and fierce.
He was young, yes, but he was the most advanced in his classes.
He had won duels with experienced warriors, beat the best archers and had even stolen chakula from behind the cook’s back.
The Wave Warriors would be lucky to have him in their army, if he stood up to their expectations.
Would he?
He would...

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Kidnapped! Ch. 1

posted by MCF2000

Even though I was only a little kid-6 to be exact-I remembered that siku well. Who wouldn't?! For a kid being seperated from your parents to go to kindergarten was torture but being kiddnaped! I cried myself to sleep every night! I better get a songesha on and start from the beginning before I tell wewe the ending already! My name is Ani Mayloan and this is my story.
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I was so happy as I ran nyumbani from the bus stop. For two reasons: 1 that siku was our last siku of school 2 it was the first siku the Wayhoo...

Room of Angels

posted by para-scence

Inspired kwa the song, "Room of Angels" kwa Akira Yamaoka on the Silent kilima 4 soundtrack. ;)

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Worthless. Useless. Despicable. Wretched.

These are the words my mother used to describe me. Each word was like a dagger through me. But I was thankful. She might've come up with that soon enough.

"There's nothing like a mother's love," they say. I wouldn't know. If it included fear, pain, hate, and resentment, then yes. There's nothing like it. Not in the the entire world. But I think they meant it was wonderful. Not terrible.

But it was over now. She was gone forever.

I was allowed to her funeral,...

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My Life´s Dream

posted by Takuya

I have always been amazed kwa animated sinema and comicbooks just because they both a great way to tell stories and the art usually looks amazing.

What i want to do is to create something that speaks to kids au teens just like the Disney sinema and comicbooks did to me as a kid and thats why i´m trying to write a book and i´m going to try and get that published.

I really admire people who succed with uandishi a book,drawing comics au anything like that and i really hope that i can be one of them some day.

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Used to Be - Poem

posted by 1-2vampire

basically, its what I used to be.

A sad and lonley sight
Sat at home, her chest feels tight
Her sadness wraps her in a ball
No friends, no confort, none at all
She's different but there's no help for that
They call her names that bring tears to her eyes
A freak, a loner, and now she cries
She wants to end it
All the pain
Just a friend, thats all she would wish to gain
Now the rain falls on her window pane
She stares outside, to keep her sane
Her feeling drive her mad sometimes
She thinks of this and now she sighs
No hope, no love, what shall she do?
She feels so lonely, but what about you?

My advice, is to...

Survival - Part 2

posted by RobPattzLover7

It was Monday 7th April and Justin had to catch
the plane. He rang James immediately, so they
could head to the airport. Justin packed a variety
of clothing to wear on the journey. James arrived
and loaded his lugguage in the boot. "Thank wewe for
coming with me James, it means a lot to me" Justin said
with faith from his heart. "Your welcome, i know how much
it means to wewe buddy, and anyway wewe know how much i
love adventures!"James replied trying to humour Justin.

They reached the airport. Suddenly, in a faded flash the
man in the black suit appeared. "Hello boys, its 12:30 so
you have 30 mins untill...

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Will (Extended Version)

posted by Emoshinell

To me, Will is zaidi than a name. This is what it means to me:

W is for the softest whisper in the sweetest breeze of spring.

I is for the icy chill that goes down my spine when wewe spare me a small glance my way.

L is for the look my penetrating eyes give wewe when wewe turn away from me; when I want most for wewe to stay close to me.

And L is for the unconditional and irrevocable and irrational upendo I feel for your soul.

Without you, my moyo is silent. wewe arethe only one who has touched my moyo and it will always be yours. wewe are my only love. I've left my moyo with you; look over it closely....

My schooldays

posted by ZekiYuro

Daniela Nardini,actor,star of the BBC series This Life.Interview kwa Leila Farrah.

1.Where did wewe go to school?
St Mary's Primary School in Largs,a small Scottish town.Then Largs Academy,the local secondary school.

2.Did wewe ever get into trouble?
No,my school reports usually used to say 'friendly and well-behaved'.I don't think I was rebellious,in fact I used to be quite shy.I became zaidi of a rebel in secondary school.I stayed until I was eighteen,but I was quite lazy and uninterested and I didn't use to do very much work.

3.What subjects were wewe good at?
I used to upendo English and art,but I wasn't...

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Little Girl Pitcher- au What wewe Will

posted by ivoryphills

July 6th, 2012, Yankee Stadium, a ball was pitched and struck, sent 102 miles per saa out of field and into the stands. With a speed like that, a typical baseball shabiki would’ve believed that juu pro-catchers like Ivan Rodriguez would’ve caught that ball too easily. But no, it wasn’t Rodriguez au any professional catcher at all. It was a little girl.
8-year-old Momolola Hortwumu of Albany, New York, was cheering on the Yankees in the crowds with her father, Timothy, and older brother, Connilki, enjoying the game and pink cotton Candy when-unexpectedly- a fast ball was coming her way. Instinctively,...

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I'm Here...

posted by icuSTALKER

My mother always told me I had golden locks that shone brighter than the sun. She alisema I was destined for unimaginable things.
I told her I didn't believe it.
Bobby told me I was beautiful and could outdo Katy Perry anyday.
I told him to go take a hike.
Kelly told me I was the most innocent, sweetest thing in the world.
I told her I threw my brother's boxers out the window yesterday.
I didn't believe a word of anything they said. People say stuff they don't mean, and when you're gullible enough to believe it, they drop you, dusting their hands off with ease, and wewe land in a faceplant and kubeba a...

War

posted by moodystuff449

Why do we have something as stupid and pointless as war. Of all the things to create. A mother tells a child to stop fighting, yet calls a killer a hero. "Defend Our Country" yeah right. Defending means holding back someone who is trying to hurt you. It does not mean that if someone doesn't do what wewe tell them, wewe go into a country and kill their people. And if wewe have a quarrl with someone, why don't wewe settle it yourself instead of killing a bunch of innocent soliders who think they're doing what's right. Are we so primitive that we resolve to such matters? Have they ever thought of...