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As I awoke the successivo morning Mother was already hard at work makeing breakfest and cleaning the house even though it was already spotless, "Mother are te alright?" I asked comeing from upstairs still kinda dizzy from last night's ordeal, "Yes dear just doing some cleaning." Mother replied as she started to clean the bookshelf, "Mother it seem's something has spooked you." I detto siting down at the tavolo "It's nothing Max!" she replied with fear in her voice I looked at her with great concern, *Barking* "What is it boy?" I detto with a worried tone as I reached to pet him but something was wrong, Simba was recitazione different he tried to bite me!! "Mother what's wrong with Simba?!" I detto with still shakeing *growling* "Simba bad dog!!" Mother yelled as she hit him with the broom, Simba ran off and out the doggy door. "What has gotten into that dog?" Mother asked as she took a closer look at my hand, "Well he didn't bite you, thank goodness." Mother detto as she sat down in the chair successivo to me, I looked at her "Mother something is wrong Simba has never tried to hurt me... was it because of what happen last night?" I asked as I got up and walked over to her "....No Max it wasn't what happened it was what te found yesterday." Mother replied crying as she looked at me "Mother..." I detto as I started to cry a bit too huging her tightly "Max I don't want to lose te too.." Mother replied crying even più holding me tighter. "Mother.... please tell me I don't want te to think te will lose.. maybe there is something I can do!" I detto as I let go of her with my head hung low still crying "Max...." Mother replied crying but with a smile on her face as if she knew I was the only one who could do something "Go get the pendent te found yesterday dear." Mother detto as she stood up and pointed toward's the stair's, I smiled a little as I went upstair's and into my room but when I entered I felt a dark presence behind me, I didn't let that bother me I ran for the pendent but something had latched hold of me from behind, I turned around but nothing was there, I reached for the pendent but it was slightly out of reach "You're mine boy!!" detto a voice comeing from behind me, I had felt this presence before but I couldn't pin point where, I had finally reached the pendent as soon as I grabed it the presence faded when I turned around with the pendent in hand "What the hell is going on here?" I asked myself as I ran back downstair's. da the time I had gotten to the cucina the dark presence had returned "Mother! where are you!!" I yelled at the superiore, in alto of my lung's it seemed the dark presence had turned out all the light's in the house and cover it in darkness and muck, I was struggleing to find Mother but it seemed hopeless "Max.... Max over here!!" a voice detto comeing from my left it sounded like Mother so I ran off in that direction wadeing through the muck that had found it's way into our home "Mother!!" I yelled as the light's in the cucina came back on, it seemed the dark presence had captured Mother and was draining her life energy "Max.... run.." Mother detto as she muttered her last word's before her soul was forever taken da the dark presence "NOOO!!!!!! MOTHER!!!!!" I yelled as a bright light eminated from my chest, with one last burst of light everything was gone. When I awoke it was pitch black "Not again." I detto to myself as if I had already been through this before, as I moved around trying to find a way out it seemed like there was no way of knowing where I was, it felt like day's had gone da but I couldn't tell "Will I ever get out?!" I thought to myself as I sat down crying over my Mother being taken from me da that dark presence, a couple hour's later sorrow turned to anger then anger to depression, as I lie there hopeless someone started talking to me "Max.." the voice detto as it sounded like it was getting closer "What's wrong?" the voice asked as if it was right infront of me, I looked around but nothing was there. "Who's there?" I asked as i looked even più "A close friend Max." the voice replied I got up and walked inoltrare, avanti "You won't be able to find me Max.. not untill te learn to imbracatura the power te controll" the voice detto as the room lite up, I finally could see, as I looked around to get my bareings the light in my chest started to glow again "Huh? not this again." I detto as I grabed my chest in slight pain "There Max that power is you're greatest weapon imbracatura it and use it to find you're Mother." the voice replied as it started manifesting itself infront of me. It looked like Simba but thar couldn't be Simba had ran out before the dark presence consumed the house "Don't be alarmed Max it's me Simba." he detto with a happy tone, I was shocked that he could even talk.... "Am I dreaming?" I asked as I was struggleing to keep from fainting "Are te going to be okay Max?" Simba asked in a worried voice as he rushed over to me. I couldn't hold myself any longer I blacked out and fell "Max!" Simba detto as he cought me before I hit the floor.
posted by hikaru13
    Her chestnut-brown hair flowed down her back, reaching down to her elbows. When the sun shone its bright light rays on it, her hair shimmered like the way water does when light hits the surface. Her eyes were a pair of brilliant emerald-green orbs that held innocence and kindness. Her smile...Her smile told te that see was an absolute Angel that was sent from the heavens above.

For allI cared, she was our new next-door neighbor.

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posted by rAsberrStrarS
Running was an experience for me.I relished the brisk steady breaze flowing and tangling itself in my chesnut coloured hair.The way the thud of my Nike trainers seemed never ending and significant in the crispy rich dawn air. My crimson hue ipod pounded song after song through the natural intake of beat passing into my ear.
The Musica gave me some preference to look around into my picturete surroundings.
The horizon was even più exquisite than when i'd fisrt layed my topaz eyes upon it the morning.The sky seemed to be in its own heaven untwinched with clouds but flubouyant with natural colour....
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Prologue:
I thought my life was going great I was getting good grades, and I had the most awesome friends. But when that giorno came my life was turned upside down. My life was going to be so different I'm not going to recognize myself anymore, when I look in the mirror. Turns out my life is just beginning.
Chapter 1:
My life was just like any other teenager. Like the drama, stress, grades, etc. that any teenager would have to deal with. Well here's my story it all began like any other. It was giorno and unfortunately I was in school. I was kind of sognare ad occhi aperti in language arts class because I new...
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posted by Authorfiction
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Chapter 1
Meet the Carrot-Tops

    A long, long time ago, in the anno 1850, there was a man da the name of Sam Carrot-Top. He was a well educated man, slender in build and always wore a dusty old berretto, tappo that covered his arancia, arancio hair and broken glasses. He was an honest and wealthy man, but te would never guess that he and his family were well off; he never showed his wealth o bragged about it. He used his money to help the poor and needy.
    His wife, Jane, was oh so beautiful, with lush red hair, a petite figure, and smooth, creamy pale skin. She loved all...
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The ancient white lupo sat, his thick, glossy pelliccia covered his whole body, increasing in density around the neck and along the ridges of his back and in between his shoulder blades. His ruffled tail brushed casually against the ledge he placed himself, his head and shoulders slightly hunched as his head was lowered. His eyes blazed like a white hot halo, intense and depthless. His glorious and strong face, devoid of all emotion, stared down at the lifeless body that lay beneath the ledge, just at his feet.
My lover’s body, my husband, my partner in life lay limp and unmoving.
I kneeled before...
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posted by viju
I don’t know, I don’t know, what te mean
I just know, I just know, te ditch me
I just know, I just know, te hurt me
You hurt me!
I don’t want to know what te think
I just want to know why te made me think
I just know, I just know, te hurt me
You hurt me!

Hey you, runaway
I’ll take that way
Don’t te say
Don’t te follow me
Now te just do, what I want……..

I don’t know what te mean…..
I just know you’re so mean…….
I don’t want to think about it
I just want te to be never seen
I don’t know what te mean……..
I just know you’re so mean………
I don’t want to think about...
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posted by Free_Spirit
Me:Okay i wrote this short story after watching the lion king, and if te think i'm doing some sort of copy righting well... oh crap =). anyway please tell me what te think..and rate. Pretty pleaes, with cherries on top, smothered in chocolated, coated with sugar, sprinked with M&Ms topped off with whipped cream. Be warned, in my opinion its a sad story okay begin

TO FALL
Kila's POV
I was sure I felt a push but Marissa wouldn't do that. I mean even though our families didn't get along she wouldn't would she? We’re only eight, she wouldn’t murder me.
I screamed as I felt myself sliding...
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As I walked into the giant blob of bubbles, I couldnt help but think there was someone lurking beneath the bubbles. But still I proceeded.... I was actually started to get a little frightened & I wish I didnt have to turn off the stupid Hot tub machin to stop making the bubbles... If I hadnt left the party i thought i would have never had to go through this. The people at the party "had" to go out of control & put 5 gallons of bubbles in the Hot Tub. I thought of going back but there was no point. I was just being silly as usual & bein scared. All the other people from the party...
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posted by summerfrogs_bro
One giorno I was walking down the strada, via no one was there. I was scared I just kept walking I looked around the corner I felt a wisp of cold go down my back i looked around again because I knew there was something there I went home and went to bed. I woke up the successivo morning I watched the window all morning I didn't care about school I was a loser anyway and the teachers hated me. I swear there was too many things wrong with me to go to school and my name is Raiden I know its so stupid is means thunder god in Japanese I mean it's so stupid but it was my great great great grandfather named me that...
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posted by Fangirl99
another monday,at waysway high school. Vanessa for hated school for mainly for 1 reason. susan.katie.ashlee.the meanest,popular,and prettiest girls in the school.they always taunt vanessa for being different. people thought ashe was different for her personality,but,that wasnt the only reason.
there was only one girl who didnt care if she was different.kylie.kylie was the smartest gilr in school,thats why she got made fun of. she was a nerd. though she had no braces,gloasses,or anything.in fact,vanessa thought kylie was prettier than susan,ashle,or katie.
People think they know vanessa,but,they dont,not yet. she had a very terrible,scary,and strange experiance.when te hear it,it may seem like a dream,but,its all true.its not a lie.its not a tall tale.its a true story. 100% true
this the satory of Vanessa Colorado.
My passport seemed to be taking so long to be ready. And Ema’s cousin seemed to be taken da the beauty and charm in Europe. I had a life that didn’t mean anything, sleep, eat, and drink. Not even working. It’s been two weeks since I’m in Robert’s house. Ema visited me whenever she could. I didn’t dare to walk two steps after the front door of the house o the successivo thing I’d be seeing is me on the ground, my hands behind my head and taken to prison to spend probably the rest of my life in it.
Among everything I didn’t have the slightest feeling of guilt. I thought I was right...
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posted by BellaSwan636
Serena

Kayla was raped in her own house.

What's more, her dad is reported to have committed suicide. Before he even heard that his own daughter needed him.

When I was little, I always had the blind faith in my mom. That she would always know which way to turn on the road. That if we got lost, everything would be fine.

That she would never desert me. Like Kayla's father has.

The girl is slumped against the wall, crying. You'd think that you'd eventually run out of tears, but te don't. It's just that, after a while, maybe te just don't have the strength to carry on any more.

te can dry up the tears te see, but te can never dry up the tears your cuore sheds. Because when te cry, your cuore gives up a little piece of itself that will always grieve. Always. I have every reason to know.

I put my hand on her shoulder, and she doesn't shake it off.
posted by BiteMeCullen107
I could hear the TV on and I could smell the coffee. I wasn’t sure if I was dreaming o if I was just hallucinating over the fact that the man that has been stalking me, for what seems like my whole life, was in my apartment.
    I must be dreaming, my subconscious must have heard the TV on and brought that thought into my dream along with the coffee I made yesterday morning it must still be stuck in the air and did the same to my dream.
    I stretched my muscles, I was really stiff. It must have been because I got a lot of exercise yesterday at the...
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The Best giorno Of My Life (1 of Them)

I was at my uncle's house, waiting for my mom to come back. She was picking up my siblings from school. I was 4 yours old at the time. I was in my uncle's bedroom, as usual. And I was talking to him, as usual.

"Will, who's stuffed animali are on the bed?" I asked curiously. Of course that was a stupid question, but remember I was just a little girl. And I wasn't the brightest one eithier. My uncle spun around in his spinning chair and looked at me. "Mine. Why?" he had the nerve to ask. My uncle was the type of man that would give te the world if he could....
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This is a persuasive essay I had to write for my English class, I postato a forum asking for opinions on addressing the reader. I know it's a dangerous thing to do, but I thought it would be okay to do here. Opinions are great, I would Amore to here anything te have to say. Also, if I made any mistakes (i.e. spelling, grammar, puncuation) please point them out so I can fix them, thanks:D



Do te remember that feeling you'd get on the last giorno of school? Remember how excited you'd be to finally get to do those summer things like ride bikes with your friends, stay up all night planning pranks, and...
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 Multi-Verse Allie
Multi-Verse Allie
Summary: Allie Jonas life is miserable.
She live with only one parent. Her mother is always sick.
Her father is doing who knows what.
What happens when an Angel appears and gives her secondo chance in life.
A chance to have both parents and be happy.
But there's only one little flaw in having the perfect life.
She knows the future. Is it a gift o a curse?
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"Allison Margret, get up. We're going to be late," Renee Jonas detto from the kitchen.

Fifteen minuti later, a seventeen anno old girl walked into the kitchen, wear a short sleeve t-shirt, hoodie, blue jeans,...
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