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posted by T-lover

what I'm Scrivere isn't exactly an articolo , but I hope te will enjoy it ^_^ ..

Girl; Do I ever attraversare, croce you'r mind ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Do te like me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Do te want me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Would te cry if I left ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Would te live for me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Would te do anything for me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Choose me o you'r life ?
Boy; My life .

The girl runs away in shock and pain and the boy runs after her and says ....

*The reason te never attraversare, croce my mind is because te are always on my mind .
*The reason why I don't like te is because I Amore te .
*The reason I don't want te is because I need te .
*The reason I wouldn't cry if te left is because I would die if te left .
*The reason I wouldn't live for te is because I would die for te .
*The reason why I'm not willing to do te anything for te is because I would do everything for te .
*The reason I chose my life is because te are my life .

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Different Worlds - Chapter 1

posted by Bella_Swan3

Taylor had never shadow-walked with no destination in mind. Shadow walking was something she was slightly afraid to do. It made her feel unbalanced, as if she had been dato too much control. Like standing on the edge of a cliff, the wind pushing te to jump, and some part of te secretly wanting to succumb to it's persuasive power.

She opened her eyes to the flat, glassy expanse of water in front of her. The tiny sliver of the moon was distorted da the waves.

Granted, shadow walking allowed her to appear wherever she wanted, but to her, it also served as a constant reminder that she was not...

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Rollercoasters - A Bumpy, Crazy Ride of a Poem

posted by Dearheart

slowly climbing

inch da inch

bringing me closer

to my doom

farfalle of

anticipation

flutter nervously

in my stomach

knuckles whiten

jaws clench

what have I

gotten myself into

the suspense

is killing me

I'm going to hate it

I'm going to Amore it

I might lose my lunch

but I don't care

heaven help me

here it comes...

...

I hold my breath...

...

and then
I scream
my stomach
drops
my breath
is stolen
my heart
is pounding
adrenaline
courses
through
my veins
amid screams
of sweet terror
I fling up
my hands
and ride on
the wings
of Thrill!

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Underworld High: Chapter 6: Vampire boy

posted by gossipgirlxoxo

Billy’s p.o.v
“I can’t believe girls got a ghost hunt” Rocco mumbled. We were all bummed the girls always got the good cases. “Yeah, I heard it’s about a guy who had scratched on his back” Max said. I sighed. “What cases do we have?” I asked Caleb looked down at his computer. “A girl says that her boyfriend was on a hiking trip and he hasn’t called o communicated with her since last week” he said. I rolled my eyes. “Do te think there’s anything to worry about?” I asked them, they all shrugged but Caleb nodded. “Even if there isn’t we have to help her anyway”...

Gods: Chapter 7: fuoco and Ice

posted by gossipgirlxoxo

I walked in and saw Dawn and Thor. I walked over and gave them both a look. “Where are mom and dad” I asked looking around the house. Dawn smile. “Still in Australia” I looked at Dawn with a confused smile. “Well then what’s going on” I asked. I was angry at Thor and Dawn and not because of Liz o that mom and dad were still in Australia, but because they weren’t telling me anything. “Well?” I asked. Thor looked at me but he didn’t smile he just stared at me. “We were told to go home, we don’t know anything” he detto in a mollusco, vongola voice. I heard a bang, I turned and saw...

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Come What May

posted by CheeryDavis

Hi, so this is my first story put on here! It's in poem style so i thought what the fieno i'll post it! so here it is:

the sky turns black and gray
all the color withers away
but in your arms i will stay
come what may

the lights could dim
the sky could fall
the world could stand still
but your arms are all i can feel
and in them i will stay
come what may

the waves come crashing
pulling me into the deep
but your arms are all i can feel washing over me
and as te pull me up and hold me close
i know that te will never let go
in your arms i will stay come what may

the sky shines bright for the first time is...

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My True Love- "For Coach Joy"

posted by iluvtheshow

I remember the giorno I fell in love.
Not just simple love.
No, this was head over heels, I'd die for te love.
I remember where I fell in love.
A small middle school in a small town.
A place te could easily miss.
I remember the my matchmaker.
A short women, but with più fuoco then te could ever imagine.
più passion for what she does then I had ever seen.
I remember my girlfriends who were with me.
My athletic, sassy, fun-loving chicks.
My flirting consultants.
I remember him.
Good God, he was beautiful.
Yes, I remember the giorno I fell in love.
True Love.
Head over heels love.
With..................
Basketball.

--------------------------------
This is dedicated to my first real pallacanestro, basket coach. She taught me not just how to play basketball, but how to be part of a team. I have so much respect for her and I know I should thank her everyday for helping me fall in love. For Coach Joy.

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Sorrows BTW THIS IS 6 YRS OLD,

posted by CullensFinest13

te hurt me I hope te die I cant belive I trusted te I cant belive I loved te I cant belive I stayed up and worried that te wouldnt call. I cant belive that i loved te i trusted te and cared for you. im tired of te its time i let te go but your always there te wont leave me alone...its time for te to leave so never come back walk out of my life i am going to lock my door and never let te back in stay out so i can be happy te need te need to die let me live my own life te shouldnt be controlling me anymore im not property im a human and i dont belong to the likes of you, te were...

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Step-by-step guide: Mary Sue's

posted by vampiress015

I presuming we all joined this spot 'cos we Amore to write, right? If so then te all know what I'm talking about when I say that we all Amore our main characters and sometimes want to make them the best people in the world.

B-O-R-I-N-G

Yes, we want to make our main character gets the best out of the story, since it's their story. But if they're the best people in the world it doesn't really make them believable and then the reader just doesn't care about them (which is hard to understand cos we as the writer Amore em, but unfortunantley it's true)

So here is my step-by-step guide to make sure that...

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Dreaming of Nightmares

posted by Sweet_Pants

Just a poem. I hope it isn't much of a bother to rate.

I dream of all things

Uncertain of dark deeds and pasts

Within these thoughts as dark as sea

When once those wings of black

Hung over all

Shadowing but of the wretched white

That blinds me of all beauty.

I dream of all things

From happiness to highs

Let down these pills

o I’m gone, retreat inside my mind

Where none but the darkest thoughts

Swallowing twilight

I dream of all things

From the stories told da hidden scars

Unable to mostra themselves

Under this intense scrutiny

That makes up this world’s attire

To the times that I could be happy

Without a drug to create

The much-needed illusion...

I dream of all things
No matter of their contents
Because, well,
Nightmares are still dreams.

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iTunes Shuffle

posted by mrs-mindfreak

I decided to do a story where I put my iPod on shuffle and start writing. Lucky for me, all the songs were basically sad o angry music. So this is what I came up with :)

The rain pattered on the windows drowsily, drowning out Alana’s choking sobs. She sat in her preferito wooden rocker, and buried her face in her hands miserably. Her black hair clung to her sweaty face. Her clammy palms were wet from tears. She never wanted to sposta from that spot again. Although she was filled with irrevocable remorse, she felt comfortable there. No one in the house, rain falling softly outside, and just...

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te Shouldn't Have Shot The Dog - Short Story

posted by chel1395

‘You shouldn't have shot the dog.’ That single thought reverberated inside my head, knocking from side to side, smashing at the sides of my skull until I had to put my hands to my temples in a futile attempt to stop the pain. The man sitting successivo to me took a swig of his whiskey, the glass bottle knocking against his yellowed and rotten teeth. His other hand held onto the steering wheel, maneuvering the car down the winding and deserted stretch of highway. I leaned my head against the cool glass of the passenger side window, willing my head to stop pounding. From the radio, the soft strains...

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A Writer’s Mini-Game Plan: Seven Rules for a Successful Career

posted by daragirard

The Writer Behind the Words

Luck has little to do with link. A long lasting Scrivere career doesn’t just happen. A writer can burst onto the scene and quickly disappear. Another can have a series of hits then write a bunch of flops and never be heard from again. The difference between a long lasting career and one that burns out is strategy. Here are seven rules to help te find the right strategy for te and get te started on your journey to long lasting success.

Learn the power of focus. For most of us, we have più than enough to do on a daily basis. And when it comes to any Scrivere project the lista can grow exponentially-...

CHILDREN OF MERLIN - HARRY POTTER 1980s RPG

posted by bendaimmortal

In the years following the war the Ministry of Magic struggled to regain the public's trust whilst people struggled to find peace of mind in the uncertainty of Voldemort's disappearance. In 1985 letters start appearing with a very concerning o very hopeful kind of message, depending on your point of view and personal beliefs. They are so anti-establishment, in parts so truthful, and thus potentially dangerous that the Ministry controlled Daily Prophet won't pubblica them o any talk about them on the Readers' Column.

The letters lay out a vision of future where the Ministry no longer exists...

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Slumber Of The Woodland (Part 3)

posted by zanhar1

The fragrance of scotch pine and blue abete rosso is pungent in the air, amplified da the heat of late June. o so te think it is June. This place feels oddly void of time. te open your eyes to see a sun hazed over da stratus clouds. From all angles te spy familiar wooden structures.
You are back.

You sit up with your legs tucked under your bottom and bask in the estival air and all of the scents that waft within it. te furrow your brows, thinking that it is not as clean as before. Even so, the place hums with earthy energy. A stronger gust of wind picks up the hem of your camicia and flutters...

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Slumber Of The Woodland (Part 2)

posted by zanhar1

te wake up under a shady willow with a vague semblance of what te had dreamt.
You have dozed off again. And no wonder, there is a good book in your lap and your preferito songs are still crackling through your earbuds. te ought to replace them, they are going bad. te pull them out and decide to listen to nature’s Musica instead. The soft gurgle of the pond coupled with catkins rustling against each other has always been your preferito blend of sounds. Every now and again your ear is filled with the nearly undetectable buzz of a cicada humming past. te aren’t quite sure, but te think that...

Mask

posted by Epismatic

The Man With No Eyes Collection (3): Mask

When the curtain rises, all is forgiven.

I’ll brush it all off with a movie-star smile,

A genuine laugh, but my eyes must be hidden,

The truth they contain is considered too vile.

My voice is a song that will play through your ears,

And invite te to dance to the sound of my tune,

I take a bow, deeply, and drink in your cheers,

I’ll always remain here,

You’ll come see me soon.

A new giorno is dawning,

“Quick, put on your mask!”

And hurry outside, meet the crowd.

“Where’ve te been?”

With fanciful risposte to all that te ask,

I’ll always wait here for...

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January 31 giorno Challenge

posted by WritingBookWorm

So, one of my New’s Years Resolutions this anno it to write more. So, I decided to make this:

The goal is to write something every day.

Starting on the 31st of January, every giorno there is a vague word, idea, object, question, statement o anything. te can take it anyway te want.

Then each giorno te should write what it tells te too o something inspired da it. Whether it be a poem, a small scene, a character description, journal entry, short story o even just one really well crafted sentence.

Even if the prompt confuses you, o te have no ideas just write something! It’s a great exercise...

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The Wish of Eternity; The Magiwar. Chapter Five.

posted by kingcesar67

On the bus, I had to sit successivo to Natalie. Natalie was a little too friendly... especially towards me. When nobody was looking she mind controlled me and made me baciare her. "Focus Natalie!" Chantal always detto when Natalie started to flirt. Natalie scowled at Chantal then said, "You're no fun Chantal." Chantal responded da saying, "Damn right I am! Please stop flirting with him." Natalie smiled then said, "Why? Do te like him?" Chantal glared at Natalie then said, "Not in the way that te do." Natalie smiled for the secondo time and said, "Then why can't I have him?" Chantal responded. "Because...

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The Individual Problem in Racism

posted by LadySilverSoul

This is my opinion. It is not meant to offend, o disrespect anyone.

I'm still in my twenties, yet I am tired. I am tired in the deepest marrow of my bones. As I type this, I find myself taking long pauses between sentences. It is like my mind and body knows my intent to use expressive vocabulary, will still fall short of the actual circumstances of which I write.

Many of us, at least on the outside, believe that racism is wrong. Many of us, at least in the face of others, shake our heads at it. I'm not talking about the racism that causes physical pain for others, but the racism that is perpetuated...