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posted by ZekiYuro
When you're travelling da plane o train,there are some passengers te just don't want to have successivo to you...

A.Small children
Perhaps te normally like them,but when te are sitting successivo to them on a plane it's a different thing.They usually spend all the flight moving around and dropping their toys on the floor,and when they're drinking their arancia, arancio succo, succo di frutta it ends up on your trousers.Then they decide they want to play with you,so te can't have the little siesta that te were planning.

B.Conversation makers
te recognize this type as soon as te sit down.They immediately start talking about the plane,or the weather,or they ask te a personal question.It's very difficult not to talk to these people,and you'll probably have to continue talking until the plane lands.

C.Nervous fliers
These are the people with white faces who sit down and immediately ask for a double whisky.Every 5 minuti they call a flight attendant to ask if there are any problems with the plane.They also tell te about air disasters(which te are not interested in!)The best thing to do is to buy them a few drinks o pretend to sleep.

D.Space invaders
These people are not necessarily very big,but they have a terrible habit of taking up all their room,and some of your room too.They usually sit so that te can't move,with their arms and legs in your space.They also have a lot of hand luggage which takes up all the room in the overhead locker.
posted by zanhar1
Really old thing I dug up. Because I was reminded of it.

Elise stood before two paths. Upland trail, read the sign, rickety and made of moss eaten and decaying wood. And Downback Thickets, indicated its sister sign.
What a lonely, bleak place, Elise pondered. She looked skyward. The surrounding trees were rather intrusive, blocking her view of the foggy-quartz sky.
She nudged at a rock with her big toe.
Her big toe?!
“Where are my shoes?” She muttered aloud. When had she Lost them? How hadn’t she noticed the mud squishing between her toes? She looked over the ground.
No sign of her Uggs anywhere....
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posted by para-scence
Inspired da the song, "Circle" da Flyleaf. :)

"His cuore ripped out to mostra me he loved me, but I wouldn't believe him. He did all that he could, I still would not believe him!"




I sat on the school bench, my head in my hands. The whole world was spinning, and I couldn't keep my balance. My cuore was encased in a thick glass of guilt. Nothing I could ever do would change this...

He had told me he loved me.

But he was my best friend; he couldn't feel that way about me. It just wasn't meant to be...

So I'd pushed it off. I'd laughed, and joked around with him about it. He seemed to go along with...
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posted by edwardsca
    It was a cold winter morning. The wind was a cold, veloce, swift breeze. I was upstairs in my room turning page da page reading.I went down to eat my warm, golden biscuits on the old cracked wooden table. I went to go get the bucket and some water to wash up, the bucket was broken and the water was freezing cold like the rough winter nights. After my refreshing bath I went to go get dressed, I put on my camicia which was red as my own dear mother's ciliegia sweet lips. I zipped up my gonna it was black like the midnight sky, and buckled my black shoes. I was walking down the dirt...
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Well,he walked up to me and he asked me if I wanted to dance.
He looked kind of nice so I detto I might take a chance.
When he danced he held me tight
And when he walked me home that night
All the stars were shining bright
And then he kissed me.

Each time I saw him I couldn't wait to see him again
I wanted to let him know that he was più than a friend
I didn't know just what to do
So I whispered " I Amore you"
And he detto that he loved me too
And then he kissed me.
He kissed me in a way that I've never been kissed before,
he kissed me in a way that I wanna be kissed forever more.

I knew that he was mine so I gave him all the Amore that I had
And one giorno he took me home to meet his mum and his dad
Then he asked me to be his bride
And always be right da his side
I felt so happy I almost cried
And then he kissed me.
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The only sound that could be heard in the large hospital of Melbourne was the continuous beeps from the room in which Jamie's daughter lay.

The white walls and the bright yellow lights were too much for Jamie too take and the domanda which he dreaded to ask himself filled his head. First of all why is my precious Stephanie in here? Nothings wrong with her she stayed at Ashley's all weekend. What could have happened? and secondly why hasn't that receptionist stopped staring at me. She hasn't looked away since i sat down.
Jamie looked down at his watch, it was eight in the morning. He had been...
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posted by Cutebutcrazy--
My name is Gennive Mason.
I am 13 years old.
And oh yeah. I'm the last vampirehunter alive.
You pobally think it's so cool. " Oh yeah she's the last vampire hunter alve. te must be everyones hero." Wrong. No one and I repeat no one can know about me o Vampiri#From Dracula to Buffy... and all creatures of the night in between. o warer Lupi o shape- shifters o witches. te see it goes against code. The sacred code of all night creatures even I have to fallow it o I'm dead. da law it says if a vampire hunter tells anyone about the night creatuures they send some one then it's bye-bye hunter. Lovley isn't it. I find it kinda ironic. My job is to find and...
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posted by dragonwriter
I awoke a couple of hours later. I looked around for the old man but he was nowhere ti be found. I got out of the letto and starting walking to the front door to see if he went outside. When I opened the door there was nothing but black. When I turned back around he was standing there.
"Where were te going? te need your rest so go back and lay down." He went to grab my arm to lead me back to the letto but I pulled away. "My name is Shaun so stop calling me boy old man. I don't need to lay down, I need to go." As I turned back to the door he grabbed my arm. "Go where? te have nowhere to go....
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posted by teamphantom
I’ll never forget the giorno I had encountered a ghosts with my best friends. And I will be happy to share that story with you.
It was August 20th exactly one week before the start of middle school. My best friend Alex and I sat outside on the curb and ate our half melted fragola ice cream on a cone. It must’ve been 95 degrees outside because we could feel our sweet dripping off our faces. We didn’t say much because the calefaction made us not want to be social. We sat there in silence and licked our ice cream.
“What do te think middle school will be like, Collin?” Alex broke the...
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Source: Brigham Young università
posted by RainSoul
What do te do when the gray waves roll over your head, and your body is too weak to swim ashore. Do te panic and scream and try anyway to break the surface of the water? Do te silently cry and pray and tell your loved ones te Amore them one più time. o because te know it's futile to fight invia to the lulling cold darkness baciare at your eyelids? Do te let the salty seawater drain into your lungs and choke to death's waiting arms?

Or do te float to the surface and wait for the storm to pass and sunlight to pierce your shivering mass of a body?.. te choose wisely.. te wake up in a...
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posted by xoxpoisonxox
This is a Monolouge I wrote a little while fa for drama class. We had to write a dramatic one. So this monologue is about a girl who is talking to her therapist about a recente event with her friend.

Tell me what te think!

My mother says te can help me - Help me make sense of it. I don't beilive in therapists - But I guess ill .....0give it a try..

You know, Some say suicide is the most selfish act one person can make.. I used to think this too. But now it doesn't make sense to me how the most selfless, kind , person I know - knew- could be labled as selfish..

How long have I known her? Well...
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Here are the definitions of the words.Read and guess what they are before Leggere the right risposte I write below.

1.It's a person who works in a restaurant,takes the Cibo from the cucina to the tables.
2.It's a place where te go when te want to buy something.It's a very big negozio where te can buy anything.
3.It's a thing which te use to talk.It's a kind of machine,it's very small and nearly everybody has one nowadays.
4.It's an adjective.It's the opposite of fat,but means thin and acttractive.
5.It's an adjective again.It's how te feel when te have a lot of things to do but te don't have...
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posted by breebree446
 To think, most of my character names come from a thrift store baby book!
To think, most of my character names come from a thrift store baby book!
Baby Name Books!

My #1 resource is the baby name book I bought from a thrift store. It's a lifesaver! Not only does it have over 5,000 names but origins, boy and girl names, and alternate spelling. But, if te can't get a hold of a baby name book there's always...

Name Websites!

Just as good and pretty much the same thing. They have access to millions of names online! One website I find really useful;

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link - Thanks ellie_bellie135^^

Symbolic Names!

Often, writers give thier characters a name that has a certain meaning. For instance, one of my characters is named Roni. Which is short for Veronica....
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posted by Spotty_Vision21
I shouldn’t have shot the dog. I definitely shouldn’t have shot the dog. Even if he did chew upon my prized drumsticks, and feast upon my freshly-baked brownies. The little white-and-brown terror, Mickey, belonged to my neighbor. My neighbor, an 87-year-old chain-smoker named Mary, rarely left the confines of her living room. She sat, giorno in and giorno out, as her precious mutts wreaked havoc about the neighborhood.
You can see it! My house, the little beasts have chewed upon everything their gnashing, tiny, sharp little teeth could find. I did my best to keep them out, but the little bastards...
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posted by fanfangirlfan
As I try to think of something, anything to say to him now, I recall the first time I saw Sam outside of school.
It was about a anno ago. Tyler was at my house playing with Jen. It was late and they both needed to be put to bed. Their tiredness only resulted in them fighting. I eventually put them on time-outs until Tyler’s uncle showed up. o I thought it would be his uncle. It turned out to be Sam. I opened the door when he knocked and was a little thrown to see him. I recognized him from school, but only as the quiet boy I’d never talked to. His hair was wet as if he’d just showered...
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