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posted by I_DONT-KNOW
So I started Scrivere this a long time ago, and didnt have a title.Remember? Anyway to refresh your memories I have put the last part I wrote up.



Chapter 2:Part 1

"What?" Alexis asked in barely a whisper. Astrid fidgeted with her hands.
"I read your file, I do it every time there is a new kid.Bonus for having the headmaster as a mom." She detto trying to make it into a joke. "Sorry, I wont tell." She detto waiting for Alexis to look at her. "Promise, when te bumped into me I actually wanted to try and help te out." She detto smiling. Alexis couldnt talk, her brain was to buisy dealing with it. Someone knew, and didnt think she was crazy. o did she, and she was merely being nice? Nodding Alexis looked at the other girls confused faces. Could she trust these strangers with her dreams? Closing her eyes and taking a deep breath she opened her mouth to tell the story of her past, and her own dreams.

Part 2

Her past.But exactly was it? She decided to start from the very beggining, a place, that she hardly remembered, in the back of her mind.Her hand crossed and uncrosse.Why was it so hard? Alexis's eyey couldn't stay focussed on the group of girls that she had just met. Was it really the best thing to do?
"Before I came here I was in and out of different schools, mu mum had to constantly find new work," Alexis voice shivered and she closed her eyes. There was a loud 'shrill' and the pupils started to file their way back into the school. Alexis's face smoothed out as she realised that she had been svaed. The other girls rose to their feet and stood there looking around uncomfertably."I-I'm sorry. my past isn't anything to worry about really," Alexis detto putting on her widest fake smiles. Lily moved to her side and squezed her arm, causing Alexis's arm to tense and prepare for a battle.
"Sorry," Lily stuttered moving her hand away, walking towards the schools front doors. The other girls followed, looking confused and slightly dazed. Astrid stayed though. Her red hair swaying in the breeze that was getting ever stronger and colder.
"You can trust them te know, once te do te will feel better," And with that she took her leave and began to run through the front door, not wanting to be late.

Alexis was wandering in the huge feilds that were behind her new school. The long erba was up to her thighs and every now and then one stray peice would some how tickle her bare skin, making her angry. She wasnt in the mood to laugh. the sun was still glowing but the fields seemed gloomy and cold. It was cold. Alexis rubbed her arms heating them up slightly. Once she felt that she had walked far enough she flattened some of the long erba and sat down, lying back on the erba and watching the clouds go by. Her long golden hair flowed da her sides. She pulled her fingers though the hair, closing her eyes softly. Blissfully unaware of the dark shaddow moving over the sun, and into her mind.

Hope te all enjoyed this one x.

P.S sorry for any mistakes I will modifica it later on.
posted by Isabella_17
Is It True te Lie?
Is It True te Hate Me?
Is It True te Want Him?
Is It True You're My Best Friend?
Is It True te Enjoy Hurting Me?
Is It True te Like Me Crying?
Is It True te Talk Behind My Back?
Is It True te Tell People Our Bussiness?
Is It True I Hurt You?
Is It True te Back Stabbed Me?
Is It True te Let Me Believe The Lies?
Is It True te Let Me Call te My True Bestfriend When te Weren't?
Is It True.....?

This is A Poem Hope Yuh Enjoy It Btw Tell Me What Yuh Think And This Is Just About Me Gettin Hurt After Being Stupid Enough To Believe Her Lies She Wasnt A True Bestfriend
posted by AuthorForPooh
Her eyes were fuoco red,
as if they were
lit from anger.

I dont understand
why te are
mad at me.

Why te shoot
those harsh words
at me.

Aimed like bullets,
piercing my soul.
And It cant heal.

I never can dodge them.
The words hit me,
and I fall back.

My Friends ask me:
"What's wrong?"
"Can I help?"

But they cant help.
Because I dont understand,
why te are mad.

Why do te have to do
what te do to me?
Why does it give te
joy to harm me?
Why?
Why are people bullies?
Why dont my Friends take action?
Why cant te tell me WHY?
posted by TheAmyPond
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She hastily pressed any buttons she could until she'd finally keyed in the number...
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posted by para-scence
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"Echo! I'm so glad to see you!"

"Ahem," a voice said. Echo smiled and rolled her eyes, and took a step back. Asher smiled as he hugged me, and kissed my cheek. I laid my head on his chest.

"I missed te too," I told him. He chuckled.

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"See you...
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posted by athena305
Streetlamps, houses, gates, remotes, books, CDs and televisions. Brothers. Pairs. Each has a twin. In this chaotic place of materials the world has come to be, everything has a brother. But brothers are family. And family is connected somehow; if not da blood, then da what?

Energy.

Look hard. At everything that has a brother. A line of energy casts a connection between the two. The energy, with its harsh glares and cold looks creates the strongest and most complex bonds. Strong because of their brotherhood. Complex because of its invisibility. For there is power in invisibility. Cold, cruel power. The power to be a persecutor with no chance of being a victim. The power to twist and squeeze but not feel the wrenching pain of your twists.

Now, te ask, what is left? Cruel, invisible energy. For a cruel, invisible world.







This is my first time Scrivere in stream of consciousness. I know it's short but don't judge me too harshly.
posted by Sonicishot
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I already know it's a bit shakey at some parts. I still need to do some revising. I revise every time I finish Leggere a book. I feel each book teaches me più and più about writing.


~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Welcome to Birchmoss
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(This was just a part of my planning and organization. It is subject to change)

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posted by serenacullen93
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posted by twilight_23
This is a piece I wrote for an essay contest about a anno ago. It's extremely short because they wanted us to keep it around 500 words, but I thought I would post it anyway. I Amore comments! Hearing what other people have to say about my stories is probably my preferito part of writing, so don't be shy, tell me what te think(: Also, if I made any mistkes (i.e. spelling, grammar, punctuation) please let me know so I can fix them, thanks:D


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posted by Fangirl99
title:real you

no matter wat
i say.no one believes
me anyway. so why do
i try.shes gonna deny.

there might be a day,
when things turn out to
change.they might actully see,
the real you.it aint likely.
but we should give it a shot.
telling them,is all i got.
one giorno they will see,the real you.


here i go again.Another
day of stress.i alomst wanna die.
dont make me make te cry.
better back off,better step back.
cause any time, i might attack.

no matter wat
i say.no one believes
me anyway. so why do
i try.shes gonna deny.


there might be a day,
when things turn out to
change.they might actully see,
the real you.it...
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posted by Thalia_huntress
please tell me what te think.



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posted by ashesandwine
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I couldn't stand to think that we had to be apart, he was everything to me. I live for him just like he lives for me...





I heard a sound behind me and I turned around slowly... I just stopped breathing, he was so beautiful and I was so lucky that he wanted me. He must...
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posted by BiteMeCullen107
I was half asleep half awake lying on my stomach. I could feel Jason’s cold fingers slowly moving up and down my bare back. He was humming a lullaby but I didn’t know what it was.
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