Scrivere Article: The God Helpers Chapter 8

posted by DxCFan123

We decided to camp out da a near forest with a small waterfall da it. My burnt hair from the fuoco was irritating me so I decided to wash my hair in the waterfall. The water was cold, but I didn't care. Bruno felt my hair. I smiled warmly. I detto like I wasn't a helper " So, where are your parents?' He detto " Well, after I was born, a witch ha rubato, stola my mother, killed her, and I have no dad. So I'm an orphan" I thought ' I wish he could tell, he wouldn't have to do this, he wouldn't have to tell me bad mermories.' " I Amore you." detto Bruno. " I Amore a person for a person." 'Well, I'm not a person. Im a helper! Why can't te tell? Im a helper! I Amore a person for a person too! But you're not a person! But I Amore you!'Bruno detto he would go out to the forest to get get some food. After my hair was washed, I sat down. Why can't he tell I'm a helper? But then, I heard a scream in the woods. I could tell who it was.... Bruno.

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Coming home

posted by greenstergirl

Pain. Fear. Hatred. These things is what my life was full of. Love. Laughter. Happiness. I have none of these things. I used to though. I had a great Mom and Dad. We lived in a small house on the sandy shores of a spiaggia in California. I had a small furry Labrador that would beg for any Cibo he could get his soft paws on. Usually it was only broccoli.

That life doesn't seem amazing. Well....it still was. The nights my family and I had da the crackling fuoco after a dip in the ocean water were my favorite. My mother would sit on the green chair in the corner and braid my long red hair that everyone...

The Warrior

posted by starfire1712

This is our the land where we live
What we have we won’t give
Up to any without a fight
Our ancestors gave us this birth right
We just want to live in peace
But still the battles will not cease
Until we’re driven from our home
Then we would be left to roam
And settle in some other place
o wiped out with no trace
Our names they wouldn’t know
So we prepare to meet our foe
The tribal headdress worn with pride
And paint upon our skin to hide
Who they face upon the field
Armed with arrows, spear & shield
Seen as men within a crowd
Surging forth we holler aloud
No fear from us will be shown
As they meet the unknown
Warriors not afraid to die
Fighting for our cause we try
To save our land & family
So our tribe can be free
To live as we choose to do
So let battle now ensue

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Chapter to of My story im writting

posted by stopbullying

Chapter 2
An odd man stepped out of the car and instantly I knew who it was. It was the man that came into the negozio during my shift. He stalked me all the way down here and now he was standing in front of me. I wanted to scream because of the scary feeling I got from look in his eyes but I found no voice. I was stupid to go to the outer edges of the park where almost nobody was. And the secondo I could find a breath his hand was over my mouth and I was thrown into the back of a car that was cold and wet. I could barely hear the voices in the front of the car and I wanted to know where I was going....

Should A Writer Share Her First Draft With Family & Friends? da E.K. Prescott

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Darling

posted by Epetrus

someone mentioned your name today. It wafted over to me like the smell of spicy perfume - pleasant at first, but one that stings in the long run. My subconscious picked it up, without me noticing and, I must admit, it took me a few tenths of a secondo to dig up your file in my brain. I seemed to forget who te were for that short amount of time. For that brief, innocent period, I was unaware. The name could have been from years and years ago, it could have been a name I had dato to a cucciolo many years back, the name of a plush toy, the name carved in a bus stop bench. A name that I had known,...

No

posted by ivoryphills

I lived in my cold dark world for my entire life.
Feeble, absentminded, indifferent, and apathetic are what I am
After shunning the outside world for all its transgression towards me.
I survived through "drifting through life": doing what I am told, agreeing to whatever argument I find myself in, keeping whatever opinion I hold to myself
so that the situation I'm in will be over
and I can get back to my shell, my refuge
My world.
My world, my sanctuary,
my sicuro, cassetta di sicurezza haven until an intruder tried to break in
My mother telling me to let her and my "loved ones" in.
What do I do?
What do I do?
The panic sets in;...

THE COUNCIL-2-

posted by brease1121

THE COUNCIL-2-

CHAPTER 2

"Mr. Smith! Your tè is ready!" Parker's smiling face appeared out the sliding glass door, as she called to Mr. Smith. te could see the sea breeze that had collected on her face from being outside, all glassy and hot.Her long arms wiped it away and she turned around, her long braid whipping in the wind.

The tavolo was set and ready for tea. Her face shone in accomplishment. She never really had set a table. When Mr.Smith came through the door he took a sede, sedile at the tavolo and nibbled on a focaccina da tè, scone that Parker had made fresh.

"Is it alright? I know that I've never really...

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The Sister Stories:Part 4

posted by pugglelover2000

They finally got to The Skating Place."Well,do te want me to go home?"Asked Josie"No,you're fine.Now lets go."Laura replied.They walked up to the door and peered in.Rachel and Jake were out in the middle of the rink holding hands.

Laura opened the door and went in.Josie ran in after her and followed here over to get roller skates."Size 9,please,and for my sister,size 7 in women."The clerk nodded and went to get the shoes."What are te going to do?"asked Josie.

"Well,I was going to go pattinare, skate closer to Jake,and hope he dumps Rachel in the trash,and then he goes out with me."replied Laura.Josie...

The Lonely Road

posted by QueridaPantufa

Prologue

I didn’t know what else I could do. I did everything they wanted me to do, but it wasn’t enough. It was never enough. So they kicked me out. I only had time to pack my bag and leave. I had no place to go, no person to turn to. I was alone. That first night I spent sleeping outside on a bench. I felt the cold spread true my body like a thousand knifes. When the sun began the rise, I got up and went on my way out of this horrible place. I was 17-years-old and I had been in six different foster homes. I didn’t want to be put in another foster home again, so I decided to leave for...

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Dimension-Jumper Ch 3

posted by jedigirl

"Dad, we need to talk," I announce as I walk in the house. "Dad? Are te here?" I ask. I'm answered with silence. "Probably down at the shop," I mumble to myself.
"Kodi? Why do te always assume he's home when we are? He's been down in the negozio till seven for years. te know that" my little brother Jo reminds me in his know-it- all way. Typical freshman. And slightly like Rachel.
"Well for awhile he made sure he was here when we got home. Just an old habit of mine I guess." Jo responds something incoherent.
"Well, I'm going to the shop, if te want to come," I offer, knowing he'll stay here.
"Nah,...

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School Of The Undead : margherita

posted by Rozaliciousness

Daisy

margherita was walking round the streets at night. She did it partially because she couldn’t sleep, and because she loved the stars. She thought the stars were amazing, and she still admired them like a child would, even though she was twenty-four and just stuck inside a fourteen-year-old’s body.
But stargazing wasn’t why she wandered down a dark alley to find a young girl getting abused da a man just like her father. The girl’s aura was a startling bright red as she struggled to get away from him, whereas the air around him was a dull, greedy brown as he enjoyed her fear.
Daisy’s...

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Forsaken

posted by Kimi4312

Chapter Three:Search For Truth,

Hayden begins to scream in pain when the man hit her in the face, breaking her nose, she cries alot harder "please let me go please!" she shouted
"take the freaking clothes off and i'll let te go" the man yells at her, she tries to take her clothes off but he ribs them off of her, she shakes in terror until the man felt a sharp pain in his chest and the man fell down and Hayden sees a large hole on his back where his cuore was,
Hayden starts to get scared until she saw a paper moved da its own and the pen moved like someone was Scrivere it, she crawl over to it...

più Than This Ch. 9

posted by para-scence

That morning I felt really different. I didn't find myself dreading the day, più so not being able to wait. I got dressed, and got ready for the day. There was a knock at the door, and I smiled to myself.

"Hi!" I said, opening the door. My smiled vanished. It was Drew. He looked at me, very confused.

"What are te on?" he asked, stepping inside. My cuore pounded against my chest. What was I going to do? Blake detto he'd be here around noon. He was probably already on his way! "So, Skye is having a barbecue at the park today... We're going," Drew told me. I nodded obediently.

"I.. Uh.. Have to...

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Still of the night ch.15

posted by TeamRosalieHale

15: You’re a God

While Dr. gru changed the bandages on IT, IT was trying IT’s hardest not to rip off a body part with one of IT’s fingernails that seemed più like talons. As he applied hydrogen peroxide to the wound IT let out a loud snarl to mostra IT’s displeasure.
“I know, but killing Dr. gru will not help” IT heard master say. IT could not see master clearly though IT could make out master’s shadow. IT kept as quiet as IT could for whether IT wanted to admit it o not, master was playing God with him-for it had the decision of when and how IT would leave this world.
While...

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The Escape.

posted by coolkatstar

Her hair were twisted into a braid,
She sat there thinking of what she craved,
It occured to her that it was a book,
She longed for a hot cup of tea,
That she could talk and could be free,
How could she escape the cruel lady,
Who made her to fade,
She worked for her all giorno and night,
the thing that made it bearable was the terrible fright,
She felt like she was alone in this world,
She wanted a friend she could share the grief with,
Her mind felt twisted with the dread,
All she wanted was a fresh Peice of Bread,
She looked out of the window,
She was what seemed like a tiny shadow,
The girl screamed...