Scrivere Article: My Unamed Story pt. 4

posted by boomboombunni

Andrew finally realized that he was in his room. "This must have been Elizabeth's room!" He decided to go to lunch soon after the thought of living in a haunted room really hit him. He went to the little cafe near the entrance. after he had eaten più than his share of mirtillo turnovers, he went back to his room and fell asleep. Andrew felt something warm beside him. It felt good, whatever it was, so he turned over and put his arm around it. It was definitely a who, because their cuore accelerated, and they snuggled up to him. When Andrew woke up, he had his arm around Liz (Elizabeth), and she was... SLEEPING!!!! Andrew shook her awake, and she looked up in surprise. "ANDREW! Where am I??!" Liz practically shrieked in fear. Andrew tried to calm her and detto gently, "You were sleeping Liz. Just sleeping." Poor Liz screamed this time, "Andrew, I can't sleep!!!"

BYE BYE 2011

posted by r260897

now standing on last giorno of anno
i look back and see smiles and tears
somedays it was new too
somedays our mailboxes were filled with greetings
greetings of arrival of 01/01/2011
giorno da giorno we got used to
night da night we got close
so many starts so many ends
so many left so many got friends
learnt so much taught so much
learnt to smile learnt to give
learnt to die learnt to live
with loads of hugs and kisses
bye bye 2011
successivo time we'll say
"damn our cuore still misses
THE 2011"
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.they wanted a longer articolo :P

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The palace

posted by coolie

The palace was the equivalent of wonderland. The wind in the palace brushed the grand trees as if it were furgone, van Gogh painting a famous piece of art. The exotic inside of the palace was like a gigantic version of the Mona Lisa. When you’d sit in the king’s, comfortable, couches, you’d sink in the couches depth of fluffy pillows like an abandon sailboat sinking under water.
The king and Queen were once looking out of the balcony to view their beautiful ocean, when the ocean sliced through the rocks as if it were a sharp silver-bladed sword.
“Ohm ‘goshith ‘royallith ‘Charlessith,”...

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The Boy (poem)

posted by EmzLovesCheryl

I saw a boy today
He was beautiful and tall,
He had dark straggly hair
And he was hunched over small.
He had gorgeous blue eyes
And a cute little grin,
A good taste in clothes
And honey coloured skin.

He glanced in my direction
That made me blush,
He winked from over the road
And I laughed in spite of myself.
He grinned più widely
Quickly glanced around,
Shoved his phone in his pocket
And made his way towards.

Before I even knew it
He was saying 'hey',
I stammered a response
Not knowing what to say.
He didn't seem to mind
In fact his dimples raised,
He started talking smoothly
Asking for my name.

He told me he was...

The Consultant Twins

posted by tyranitarfan

“I think te should sleep more, madam,” Lavender Chris said.
Lavender was a fifteen anno old girl, with a cute freckly face, long black hair and blue eyes. Her twin, April, was sitting successivo to her. A neighbour, Carla Pleasant, was sitting in front of them. And between them stood a table.
“For how many hours do te sleep?” Lavender asked. “Around five,” Carla said. April sighed. “Lavender’s right,” she said, “You don’t sleep at all. te know, lack of sleep can lead to diabetes, blood pressure, depression and God knows what all problems! And te don’t sleep! That’s why...

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Forbidden Amore

posted by teamsalvatore98

Andrea ran out from the old mansion, breathing hard, but wanting to get as far away from the wretched place as possible. "Stupid peices of SHIT!" she yelled into the night, at the moon. "Andrea!" a voice called. But to Andrea, it wasn't a voice. It was the voice. The voice belonged to Joshua. Joshua, who she'd walk through endless Hell to get to. But alas, she would never have him. Their worlds were too different. She turned around, her hair like a bright red flame blowing gently in the night. "Josh, what the hell are te doing? Stalking me?" She detto it with più poison than intended, but...

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The dairies of a wounded man- Chapter 2:Part1

posted by sahour95

She wanted to know what else he thought about her, and refused to stop Leggere no matter how painful its effect would be.
He detto te are in med school. That made me happy since I was there too, though against my welling. I thought that te are passionate and caring, that te are loving and want to help everyone. I didn’t even know te and I drew te in my mind like an Angel the same way te looked to me. I forgot in that minuto all what my father told me, and all what I learned about not being fooled with appearances, though I was, all my life, very careful with choosing my friends. But...

What Do te Want in Life?

posted by odekanmi

What do te want in life?,
That's a good domanda I've been asking since God knows when,
I'm a teenager,proudly
Being a teenager isn't that bad, believe me
It isn't like Natale in for many years again...7 years,
7 good years,
Imagine...,
It takes the grace of God not to do anything rash that te would regret for the rest if your life.
Thinking,
Asking yourself the same question,#"How could I've been so stupid?"
Stupid? that doesn't qualify it,
Its più like a gigantic fool,
Sorry the bible told me not to use that word on humans,
I guess stupid would do then,
But I'm happy not to be stupid then'
Like I detto it takes the grace of God,
What do I want in life?,
To be able to "dwell in the house of the Lord all the days of my life, to behold the beauty of the Lord and to en-quire in His temple"- Psalm 27:4

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I Ran (short story)

posted by ToEkNeE

I woke up as usual. But there was something about today that was going to change. Unusual. I stumbled out of bed, opening my eyes to darkness. I wouldn't need to expect sunlight just yet. I clumsily found my way to the bathroom to take my shower.
For some reason, I wanted extremely hot water. Usually, I would have tepid water on, but this time, the water was blazing. The water beat my back with an intensity far beyond a human could ever intake. It was like hail was being shot at my skin, with a beat to it. The burning was far worse. When every droplet hit my skin, there would suddenly be a sharp...

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Mekashi: The Other Side

The story of how Mekashi became Mekashi. The events that create her, the events that unleash her, the events that drive a girl into becoming a psychotic monster who we know as Mekashi.

The sun had risen out of its slumber, inflicting the world with its powerful light. It was a Wednesday morning, the middle of the week and the middle of the school year. Inside a house, inside a room, a bedroom to be exact, a girl slept soundly in her letto until an alarm played some sort of a Metal song. 2 secondi after, she took her iPod which played the alarm and she shut it off. Sitting...

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cuore of the soilder

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i awoke pain everywhere it felt like my skin was melting but yet i did not scream traing kicked in and i found my black armoar to any normal sentient bieng it would be like an anchor but i am not normal am i after that i grabbed my weapons the first was a set of 2 curved assian knifes curved and made for my hands secondo standard ar fucile it had no scope only sights all i needed to kill at 100 yards third a shotgun normal used in swat teams tactical 12 guage shot gun pompa action forth 44mm glock i holousterd it and my knifes my knifes at arm length pistol on my hip then an explosion rocked my...

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Chapter one of my story

posted by misscrazel

A young fourteen anno old girl walked down the road talking to her three closest friends. she was an average girl of average height and she had dirty blond hair and brown eyes with a light dusting of freckles.

She and her Friends reached her driveway and she walked down to her home. she had a strange feeling like someone was trying to take her over. she ignored it and went inside.

that night she had the strangest dream. she saw a young boys dead body laying in a small room. his mother was there weeping over his dead body. his spirit drifted out and flew away. he found a baby and possessed...