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posted by BookWriter
What are best friends?
Are they always there for you?
Do they keep your secrets?
Do they hide from you?

Do they stay da your side?
o do they trash te to your enemies?
Do they comfort te in tough times?
o do they make fun of you?

I don't know what a best friend is
because I thought I had one
But, It turns out
She makes me feel like a fool.

I defended her in school
When everyone else made fun.
I hung out with her.
Even if it meant not being cool.

After everything I do
She ends up taking advantage of me.
Now, she barely confides in me
o even consider me a best friend.

She has kicked me out of her life.
Now I'm just another person that goes
to school with her.
She is liked at school now,
With Friends galore,
But, she has kicked out the one,
That loved her for her.

So, tell me,
Is this what "Best Friends" do?
I would rather not have one,
I wouldn't want to hurt you.
posted by WritersMelody
She signed the note and placed it on her pillow. Everything was in order at last. Her room was cleaner than it had been in years. She had subtly detto her good-byes and she had written the obligatory note explaining her actions. The girl smiled sadly as she glanced around the room, her eyes coming to rest on the teddy orso that had slept da her side when she was younger.

Memories of happier days flooded her mind. Tears filled her eyes as scenes starring a radiant, untainted, younger version of herself played in her head. All that was gone now. The little girl her parents had been so proud of,...
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posted by Edward901
There she stood with her fallen husband's sword in her hand. Her eyes blazed as she swung at the men, her cuore only in the fight. She watched it, the death of her husband, she heard the the man that took his last breath away from him shout proudly, “Men! The general is dead!”
Ha! He'd be dead before too long. He'd feel the pain of the general's children, he's see the anger of General Martin's widow! No longer would that man walk with pride, no longer would he laugh with his friends. He'd be as still as Martin, forever in an unpeaceful sleep that he made for himself da the shed blood of...
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posted by Cinders
Maybe It's Me

time is time is time is
it me?
i met
an item
far off in space
but it was not alien
not to me

mite i--
i mean, might i
maybe ask a question?
mite i--
i mean, might i
maybe it's me

is
it me?

i once met a baby minute
who grew into an hour
and before i knew it
it was a century

mite i--
i mean, might i
maybe ask a question?

ever stop and wonder
whether time created us
or we created time?

A Pirate's Life For Me

So I got good grades
And I went to college
Thought of finding a nice guy
And settling down
And getting a job to pay the bills
So I conformed

But what I really want
Is to win the lottery
And sposta to Florida where...
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posted by Edward901
here's another thing that i'm writing. it's not much and i might just keep it, but te never know where imagination takes you.


The Start Has Ended, The End Has Only Started
    I'm not too sure how it felt. One minuto I was in pain, and the successivo I was floating. The cuore monitor stopped except for the beep that told them my cuore had stopped. Nurses ran into my room, my mom started crying on Dad's shoulder. One nurse tried to comfort my parents, for the last three days I'd had many close calls.
     None of it really mattered to me, I was free! Free from...
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I am sorry if this comes off as rude, arrogant, o snobbish in anyway, but I feel it needs to be said, and as a writer, as a linguaphile, I feel it is my duty to say it.

I have compiled a lista of things that I am tired of seeing in writers of any kind, but particularly young writers. It is not aimed o directed at any one person, so no one should be offended. It is also not aimed at solely the fanpop community, but all those on the Interwebs who take up the pen (or in this giorno and age, the keyboard). It is a sweeping generalization, but if te feel te are guilty of one o all of the following...
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posted by fanpire101
i have always been good at writing, its my natural strength and my teachers had praised me for it, but one type of Scrivere i had never thought much about was poetry, it was "boring" then alittle over a anno fa my local biblioteca had a poesia contest for teens and i decided to enter....didn't win, but that first sparked my Amore of Scrivere poetry. i cannot just sit down at a random moment and start writing, if i do wat i produce is boring and dry, i can only write when i currently have a strong emotion about something, for example i often write after i have listened to music, watched movies, or...
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posted by mmmtasty
I found this in some old files on my computer. I think I wrote it about two o three years ago. Hell I'm bored so I thought I'd just post it and see what anyone thinks...

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Back home, big burly men that look like lumberjacks are not allowed inside my fathers house, hell they aren’t allowed near me. But as I sat there in the beat up, rusty pickup truck- which I think might have been a shade of blue at one point-I couldn’t help liking the overly large man who was giving Wicca and I a ride. He’d been the only person at a small commensale, diner that had had a trailer with him. And, even though...
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posted by musiclover57
Chapter One

Realization










    I lay there waiting for the realization to kick in. I thought, this can't be happing, at least not to me. I had always been a self centered person, never , even in preschool would I share my toys. I always got my way no matter what, because my parents had such great connections. But thats over now, they're dead.

     I am waiting for my friend, Maria to come pick me up. I think I will crash at her place for a while, till I figure out what is going to happen to me. I bet te didn't know this but she has the cutest older brother,...
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posted by Edward901
I look at the ride that I'm supposed to be on, all the twisting, winding loops that Kasey wants me to go on. I don't want to, but she pulls me. Knowing full well that she's stronger than I am da a million to one. So I go, ready for the ride of my life.
It's not that scary, I'd been on worse. Still, to look at the monster that is called Chang, I can't believe it is really going to happen, that I am going to ride it.
We step on the ride, buckle up, the people walk down the rows making sure that everyone's safe. We are, so the man presses the button and the ride starts.
Kasey looks at me as we...
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posted by kirstylyonxoxo
 everybody needs a friend
everybody needs a friend
A friend is like a flower,
a rose to be exact,
o maybe like a brand new gate
that never comes unlatched.
A friend is like an owl,
both beautiful and wise.
o perhaps a friend is like a ghost,
whose spirit never dies.
A friend is like a cuore that goes
strong until the end.
Where would we be in this world
if we didn't have a friend.

Forever Friends!

you'r my friend and that is true,
but the gift was dato from me to you.
we went thru moments that were good and bad,
even moments that were happy and sad.
te suported me when i was in tears,
we stuck together when we were in fear,

its really sad that it had to be this way,
but it has reached its very last day.
miles away cant keep us apart,
'cause you'll always be in my heart.
 friend
friend
posted by IsabellaAzuria
Well… to me it is più difficult to translate things into English than English things into German. So I had to leave some sentences out of the story, because there are no English words for that. But I tried to translate it as good as possible. In German it sounds MUCH better. Maybe you’ll like it better when they are libri and translated da professional people.
;-)

Sie sind unter uns…
Part of the vampire story


He could only see her blond hair but he knew it was…
Norma. She stood right there da the window with a huge sword in her hands. Almost bigger than small Norma. It was bloody. „Norma?“...
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posted by Cinders
Author's Note: Hey. Some of te may recall a character study exercise I postato called "link." This is her full story. inviato along with my application to the Creative Scrivere emphasis for English.



She was in charge. She was always in charge. Kayla Clarke never settled for anything less. She turned to her friend Andy and told him, very simply, that she was to go first and he was to follow exactly what she did, because that was how the game was played. And if he couldn’t do everything that she could, then she won.

Kayla always won.

And this time was no exception as her strong, tiny hands...
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posted by harold
Introduction: This is the full text of a short play I wrote back in college (1990) that I uncovered recently. Having been written completely already, it has the advantage over most of my other articoli in that it's complete already and so I can actually post it faster than many others. There are only two edits to what I wrote back then: I've dato it a titolo (from the first sentence of stage directions), and I replaced the word "kosher" with "halal", as that's più apropos. I've left all the other errors in place, and all resemblance to people living o dead is purely coincidental.

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posted by greekthegeek
My 5th grade class files out of the buses. We are at the amusement park. I smell popcorn and hear country music. The air smells of joy and laughter. We soon gather into groups. My best Friends and I in one group. We laugh and set off for the best ride in the park; Thunderation. Another group heads there with us. As we approach the ride we hear screaming of joy from the passengers going in the corkscrew. We proceed in the line. I look and see that my classmate, Sean, and I are partnered to be in the same cart. Sean and I smile as we start going. We start going faster and go through some drops....
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posted by johnsgirlalways
The room is dark it smells like gasoline. How did I get here? And where is here? Foot steps near, loud, and hard. It seems like they're pounding with my heart. Thump, stomp, thump, stomp! I'm so scared,whats going on? I hear a door slide open then a light comes on. I feel like I'm going blind. The foot steps are coming closer this man appears in front of me. He's old and grungy it looks like he works with grease cause hes covered in it. He smiles then he stops and stares at me. I want to scream but, I can't the taste of gas and dirt, fills my lungs. My mouths tied with something. He turns his attention to something behind him, he picks it up. He then turns around and shows it to me. It's a knife, the biggest coltello I've ever seen. He puts it to my throat and in those mere secondi I knew I was going to die.
I hit the floor and I awake it was just a dream. Thank God, it was just a dream.
posted by blisslikethis
hello everyone! this is a collection of haikus i wrote for a creative Scrivere class awhile fa that i've been thinking of reworking, so i thought i'd get some feedback. let me know what te think :)

on winter mornings
we wake to cold sharp scent of
freshly fallen snow

sunlight glints through trees
no heady summer breeze just
cool and crisp and clean

we dance through the white
(the mist parting like a veil)
snow stained with laughter

reaching for your warmth
i smile at te and wonder
how te smell in spring
posted by Cinders
Kayla

She was in charge. She was always in charge. Kayla Clarke never settled for anything less. She turned to her friend Andy and told him, very simply, that she was to go first and he was to follow exactly what she did, because that was how the game was played. And if he couldn’t do everything that she could, then she won.

Kayla always won.

Even now, her strong, tiny hands clutched ruthlessly at the vibrant red bars as she swung with ease across the lava pit below. The dream was so real, she could smell the bursting smoke bubbles. Hand over hand, she moved expertly across, like a dancer who...
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posted by Booyahboy
Ok, I just came up with this, so its quite unworked if te know what I mean. I figure, I should get it out there and off my chest before I change my mind about a thousand times and this way, your criticisms should (hopefully) help me to modifica it. Also, I havent thought of a title, so if te can think of a suitible one I'd Amore to hear it. ok, be honest:

Hidden words drip
From tooth to tooth
Edging closer, closer.

Lips sealed shut. Trapped.
minuto gaps are found
Oozing through as water.

Rolling down chin,
Picking up pace,
Growing, Changing, evolve

It drops from brink.
Falling, speeding
Splash! and the ripples grow.
posted by Cinders
I need help with this short story. I'm thinking of turning it in for one of my projects for my short story class, but it needs heavy refining, and a better title. Can te guys help me out?



Drowning

It was 2:45 and the bartender slid Ryan’s sixth tequila shot in an ora across the bar.

“You sure te don’t want to slow down there, partner?” asked the bartender warily.

Ryan downed the shot and slammed the glass back down on the bar, staring at the ceiling as he swayed on the bar stool. But he nodded. “Yeah,” he said. “Yeah, I’m just gonna… sit here for a while.”

The tender shrugged...
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posted by Cinders
The Wall

Wilson gazed up at The bacheca in front of him in awe. It seemed to stretch up for miles into the blue sky. Every giorno he sat there against that bacheca with his inhaler hanging around his neck and his faithful golden retriever, Macaroni, panting loudly successivo to him. Sometimes he would stare at the sky and watch them float lazily and arrogantly over The bacheca while Macaroni frolicked in the field and barked at butterflies. He would listen to the children, laughing and playing, and he would close his eyes really tight and wish for a way to unisciti them.

Today was different, though. Today, he was...
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