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posted by mermaidgirl112
These are the superiore, in alto 4 mermaid spells that have been known to work, we did number one and got the side affects instantly.

(These side affects will occur for any spell te do)
Side affects:
Keeping legs crossed
Very itchy legs
Canto a lot
Rash on legs
Making un-normal sounds
recitazione a bit out if the ordinary (goes on and off for about 6 hours)
Drinking lots of water.


Where it says the colori of blue and gold, that was just an example. te can choose your own colori and powers. (Ex. Freezing, heating, shaping)
Most girls that have done these have started getting tails (when wet) within 45 hours. The time will be no earlier than 24 hours prior to.
Also, when the spells give no direction to be in a pool o bath, (just the plain spell and no instructions) have your hands in a bowl o cup of water just to be safe.
**None of the spells [i]have[/i to be on the night of a full moon, it is not a full moon now and side affects are showing.
I suggest doing numbers 2 and 4 first If you're on a time crunch. Number 3 takes a lot of preparing.

Hope it works for everyone, and hope this helps!



#1
Witches of the sea and air.
Please listen as I call upon the.
There is a wish I most desire.
A mermaid when wet, a human when dry.
A tail color of dark blue and oro is what I choose.
The power of shaping and freezing and heating water is what I feel to have.
A beautiful superiore, in alto to go along with.
Rain shall not effect the.
But a drop of water should change me.
Beware of moon during its brightest night.
Witches of the sea and air, please listen to what I most desire.





#2
I would like a tail gold
With a tiny touch of blue
with the powers of heating, freezing and shaping water
But with the moon i will get hipnotyzed
So please dont make me see it
From here in 2-7 days I will get a tail
And I will brethe under water
Make my wish desire





#3
te Need-
*A glass bowl (I used a pesce bowl)
*Spoon
*Salt
*Water
*Your suliva (spit)
*Add objects te got from the sea (I used shells)
*Mermaid objects (figures, shells, mermaid writin papers)
*2 Fake flowers
*your preferito piece of jewelry

1. Fill the bowl half way with water.

2. Add ALOT of salt, stir

3. Spit in it twice and stir.

4. Add the objects from the sea, stir.

5.Add più water, stir.

6. Add mermaid objects, stir.

7.Add fake flowers, stir.

8.Say this twice:
"A mermaid I want to be,
But not permanately!
With a tail of oro and blue!
and the power of freezing shaping and heating!
When I'm neck deep o deeper in
water,
My tail will grow,
I will
Breath
Talk
See
As easily and painlessly as on land,
When I'm dry o in the water,
From the knee down,
I will have legs and be human,
Oh a mermaid i wish to be!
Witches one and witches all,
Give this power to me!
But BEWARE the full moon,
Touch water in it's view,
And you'll be a mermaid for
24 hours,
Witches one and witches all,
A mermaid I wish to be,
So give this power to ME!

9.As te say "ME", throw in your fave peice of jewlery.

10.Take some out some and rub it on your legs.

11.Repeat step 8

12. Dry off but leave your feet wet.

Your legs should be very itchy right away.




#4
mystic spirits grant me this wish that I most desire
Every time I'm wet, 10 secondi later I grow a oro and blue tail. This spell can never fail, gills on my neck are essential
my eternal wish forever be, and I want the powers to freeze, shape and heat
43 hours after saying the spell, I will get my mermaid spell when Im dry a human I shall be me, just me
please sirene and witches hear my plea I want to be a mermaid with the sea this is my will so might it be
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all the color withers away
but in your arms i will stay
come what may

the lights could dim
the sky could fall
the world could stand still
but your arms are all i can feel
and in them i will stay
come what may

the waves come crashing
pulling me into the deep
but your arms are all i can feel washing over me
and as te pull me up and hold me close
i know that te will never let go
in your arms i will stay come what may

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I remember the giorno I fell in love.
Not just simple love.
No, this was head over heels, I'd die for te love.
I remember where I fell in love.
A small middle school in a small town.
A place te could easily miss.
I remember the my matchmaker.
A short women, but with più fuoco then te could ever imagine.
più passion for what she does then I had ever seen.
I remember my girlfriends who were with me.
My athletic, sassy, fun-loving chicks.
My flirting consultants.
I remember him.
Good God, he was beautiful.
Yes, I remember the giorno I fell in love.
True Love.
Head over heels love.
With..................
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posted by vampiress015
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B-O-R-I-N-G

Yes, we want to make our main character gets the best out of the story, since it's their story. But if they're the best people in the world it doesn't really make them believable and then the reader just doesn't care about them (which is hard to understand cos we as the writer Amore em, but unfortunantley it's true)

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posted by Sweet_Pants
Just a poem. I hope it isn't much of a bother to rate.

I dream of all things

Uncertain of dark deeds and pasts

Within these thoughts as dark as sea

When once those wings of black

Hung over all

Shadowing but of the wretched white

That blinds me of all beauty.

I dream of all things

From happiness to highs

Let down these pills

o I’m gone, retreat inside my mind

Where none but the darkest thoughts

Swallowing twilight

I dream of all things

From the stories told da hidden scars

Unable to mostra themselves

Under this intense scrutiny

That makes up this world’s attire

To the times that I could be happy

Without a drug to create

The much-needed illusion...


I dream of all things
No matter of their contents
Because, well,
Nightmares are still dreams.
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The Man With No Eyes Collection (3): Mask




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I’ll brush it all off with a movie-star smile,

A genuine laugh, but my eyes must be hidden,

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And invite te to dance to the sound of my tune,

I take a bow, deeply, and drink in your cheers,

I’ll always remain here,

You’ll come see me soon.

A new giorno is dawning,

“Quick, put on your mask!”

And hurry outside, meet the crowd.

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Then each giorno te should write what it tells te too o something inspired da it. Whether it be a poem, a small scene, a character description, journal entry, short story o even just one really well crafted sentence.

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1. Swap the genders of the traditional characters.
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posted by floraisbest1
Ms. Farogonda asked for the winx to come down to her office. when the winx reached ms. farogonda's office she told them that diana wants to speak wth one of you. she didnt tell me who but she told me to pick two extras. ms. farogonda can i go, bloom asked her. flora will be going along with musa and aisha ms farogonda told them. hmph bloom pouted, can we at least go with them bloom detto quikly. fine all of te girls can go and im bringing the specialist. ok stella detto in a sing song voice. lets go detto the winx. they met the RF boys outside and went in the owl. winx: WINX BELIEVIX
AT THE amazon
flora: let's get going
aisha: see ya winx
bloom: meet back here in an ora k
ok bloom musa said
( diana appears in front of them)
GUARDS take them away
what??!
(to be continued)
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An Amuto one-shot
hope te enjoy!

‘You know, Amu…,’ he was sitting there again, on the ledge of the window, staring wistfully outside. ‘All of them think you’re gone. But I know better. te are alive, I know it. Somewhere out there, you’re thinking about me too, aren’t you?’
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Beaded necklaces hung above a oval mirror that was set in the center. Her eyes rested on a miniature strongbox half hidden behind the mirror.
Paying no heed to the deafening clatter coming from the oblivious guest downstairs, she skillfully picked the tiny lock and raised the lid. It was hard to tell what was what in the darkness, so she emptied it into...
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Yo! this is the first poem i wrote with a sane mind xD do tell me if te like it =)

Tears,
a combination of helplessness and anger,
a combination of joy and gratitude.
what different meanings it holds!
sometimes of love,
sometimes of hate.
with what different feelings we cry!
but those tears are the same.
they dwell inside the eye,
ready to attack,
the peace of our heart.
to flood the face,
with undoubted Amore and care,
with undoubted anger and hate,
with undoubted pain and despair.
pain? yes, and despair too!
the breakdown of our heart,
the dawn of the truth,
leading to flood the face,
with our sentiments undoubted.
posted by australia-101
Act like you're not
okay when te are and
that te are when you're
not. Run barefoot in
the snow. Stand out
in the rain for an hour
and think about anything
and everything te can.

Fall in Amore with
riddles and things that
aren't real and the
way some stars
shine. Cry when
you realize that life is
just one big sham and write
one hundred cliché poems
about it, and then write one
that te actually mean.

Use profanity. Be the
one fucking introvert
in a room full of
extroverts and scream
shit just for the fun of
it. ingoiare, inghiottire every goddamn
metaphor te ever dreamed
of and write them down
with your own blood.

Eulogize...
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