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posted by gossipgirlxoxo
I walked over there my very first thoughts were Thor. But it wasn’t. I walked over there and saw Ethan I opened the window. He pushed his way passed me without saying a word; he lay on my letto and started to breathe slowly. “What the...” I detto looking at him but he didn’t even look back at me he just stayed there. I walked over and sat on the bed. “Well” I said. “Shh, I have a major headache” he detto rubbing his temples. I smacked him on his chest and for a secondo I let it lie there and then he looked at me. “So what happened?” he detto smiling a smug smile. “What do te mean?” I detto giving him a confused look. “What made te change your mind about me?” he detto still smiling. For a secondo I was still giving him the confused look but then I remembered. Ethan’s power includes Leggere te like an open book. “Oh god” I detto and got up; I put my hand over my mouth. “Come here” he detto waving his hand. “No, I’m fantastic over here” I detto still in shock. But then he came over and put his hand on my cheek like the other day. We were in each other’s gaze when finally he kissed me.

The baciare started off simple but then something came over me I grabbed his shoulders moving my hands up to his neck, I pushed him back onto my bacheca a foto fell down we both laughed. In the secondi our lips separated we would have to take a breather. Then after that he pulled back I wanted to pull him back to me, but then I heard a thump. “Thor” he detto and he went into my bathroom. I stayed there part of me thinking about had just happened and the other part thinking what am I going to tell Thor.

He came in. “what’s going on here?” he said, looking at all the broken glass and broken pictures. “Umm...well I am dancing” I said. He gave me a ‘do te think I am an idiot?’ look and he went into my bathroom. I stopped breathing but when he came out alone I realised that Ethan was gone. Part of me was mad at Thor from coming in but I guess another part was relieved, who knows how far it could have gone.
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n the morning I woke up and saw the glass near my bed. “It wasn’t a dream” I detto to myself. I then ran to my closet and put on the first things I could find, a Yellow camicia and navy blue jeans. I walked down stairs and saw Thor and Ethan sitting at the table. I walked in and sat on the other side opposite to Ethan. Ethan smiled and winked at me while Thor was turning to look on the game. I kicked him under the table. Thor turned back and looked at me. “So what happened last night?” he said. “What do te mean?” I detto I knew what he meant. “Last night, when I came in and checked on you, and don’t say that te were dancing because te weren’t” He detto and signed. Ethan acted intrigued. “Oh, yeah that I umm....tried the pendant thing again” I said. As soon as I detto it a sign of relief went over Ethan’s head. Thor smiled “Why?” He detto raising an eyebrow. “Well, I need to help him so I thought I would try it and I’ll stop though, I mean my photo’s lives are in danger” I detto smiling. Thor returned the smile as he got up and went upstairs. “Be right back” he said. “Well, looks like te are my little princess” He detto smiling. He walked over and sat successivo to me just like he did the other day. “No, I’m not last night was a mistake. One that I will never do again” I said. He put his hand on my cheek like last night. “So, if I were to baciare you” He whispered in my ear. I didn’t slap his hand away. His lips were just touching mine.

The baciare was not like last night this baciare was gentle, our lips were slowly moving in the rhythm of each others. Then he pulled away I had that same felling, I didn’t want him to stop. But this time Thor wasn’t coming. “What?” I detto moving back an inch. “If Thor walked in right now would te stop?” he detto coming close to me. “Where did this come from?” I asked. “Answer my question” He said. “Yeah, yes of course” as soon as I detto he moved back a stood up. “Then you’re right” he detto and went up stairs. “What do te mean? I asked. There was no answer.

For the rest of the giorno all I could think about was Ethan’s riddle. Then suddenly I hear a knock at the door. I walk over and answer it. Relief went over my head it was Ethan. “Oh if it isn’t the riddler” I detto walking off. I could hear him following me but I ignored it. “It’s not a riddle” he detto as he grabbed my arm. “Yes it is" I detto in a mocking tone. “No it’s not” he detto letting go of my arm. “Then tell me what it meant” I said, walking into the cucina and sitting down at the table, he did the same. “You detto that te weren’t my little princess” The words came out of his mouth like a coltello in my back. I wasn’t his little princess and I would have stopped if Thor had came in. “I hurt you, didn’t I?” I didn’t want him to say yes. “No, but te made your point” he said. “What point?” I asked. “That te are not my little princess and te can’t be last night I was off my head. And te were Lost in your thoughts” I words hit me, I didn’t hurt him but he had hurt me. “So what you’re saying is that last night was a mistake” I said. “Yeah” he detto as he got up. It was a mistake, I detto I didn’t want to get into the whole boy successivo door thing and I nearly did. “Okay” I detto and got up like him. I didn’t even say goodbye I just turned around and left.
posted by A_Sirens_Call
A sirens call

CHAPTER ONE::: Shyness

It is the first giorno back, I really did not think of anything interesting happening, it was all new and strange after the holidays nothing would surprise me. Our little group of six did not have any specific relations towards outsiders we tried to keep contact with the human race to a minimum considering we are no longer human. After that experiment from the mad scientist - Doctor John Hallwain – trying to clone us making marginal errors then tried a different experiment but that is all I know and that was gathered da Annabelle who could read minds and was...
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posted by Cuddles
A/N: My first poem I post here...I hope it is any good.

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Memories

Far distant seem to be
the things I now call memory.
The good and bad, the right and wrong
share a thing, cause they are gone.

Long forgotten feelings rise
each of them in their disguise.
They are not dead, so it only seems
waiting patiently to haunt me in my dreams.

Will it ever cease to be?
Even if it's called memory
Does that mean I always have to remember
to give up, to hide from them, to surrender?

Whenever I fight them I will lose.
I have nothing between I could choose.
No matter...
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Me: okay i actually found this story in my local newspaer from 20 years back. And i'll put a symbol for town names. I don't want rapists o pheaodifiles coming to my town... okay lets begin. And i shall have to give some background history. Well at there was a renovation going on at $ which was between # and &, for an old mental asylum to be converted into a power house musuem. Anyway so this story takes place then. I think i'm not sure of dates.
$ was a small town, very small as in like only three -5 thousande people


okay so in Australia out in the country there was a young couple travelling...
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posted by Codby
This is what comes out me in class. When I should pay attention. ;)
Also some funny pictures.

He was crying. The tears weren’t coming fast, they were slow. So slow as a turtle.
They had only this time because when he steps out of this room he will be different, letting no più tears fall. He looked her straight in the eyes. He was still crying but now there was fuoco and ice in his eyes.

Fire so warm it could freeze every living thing.
Ice so cold that it could burn the whole world.

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Watch me. te will be surprised. I’m stronger and faster in many ways. And te haven’t...
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posted by liviabutterfly
Chapter [#2]

Narrators POV

An old man in a mantello walked into the neighborhood in which Olivia lived. Everyone stared at him as he walked around.

Olivia's POV

I smiled brightly as I dived into the ocean, "wait up!!!" Oliver laughed as my five brothers ran after me with surfboards, buggy boards, buckets for picking up sea shells, and dad brought out our special maid sandcastle buckets. They were big and made the best structures ever!!! Plus our family is known for our sand castles/structures. I smiled and dived down, feeling the salty cold water against my skin, it's the best feeling ever. When...
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    I walked for so long, looking for something, not knowing what that someone thing actually was. The sky bleeding with an arancia, arancio sunset as the sun moved ever so slowly below the horizon. I stopped in my tracks ans stared for a moment, than went back to searching for my mystery object. This was a great time to take in the woods which have always scared me. It wasn't bad walking through them. everything was arancia, arancio from the ending of summer. It was like walking in those stories te always hear about. Just then, a soft rustle in the bushes interrupted my thoughts. Not knowing...
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posted by BennieBear27
Chapter One

My alarm went off at 7:00 on the morning February 8th, 2017. I reluctantly sat up on the edge of my letto and yawned.

"Morning." I heard a voice say. My eyes were still closed.

"Luna?" I mumble. "That you?"

"Yep." I open my eyes to see Luna Middleton standing three feet diagonal from me.

I shared a room with her, her twin sister Kyla, and my brother Jacob. That's how everyone does here. te live with your twin and your SIDA partner.

"So, sleepy head." she smirked. "You gonna get up o what? If not, I'll eat your breakfast for you."

I don't reply and shake my head.

"Oh, come on!" Luna...
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Prologue
The wind was howling like Lupi in the night, and Will sat shivering in his post. The torretta on which he sat overlooked a tall rock ledge that sloped into the ocean.
“Why do I get this bloody post.” he detto to himself. The air was so cold up there that it sank right into your bones. Even though Will had dressed as warmly as he could with a thick woolen cloak, he could still feel the icy fingers creeping up his back. The fuoco in the brazier barely helped either.
“Nothing as always.” he detto as he looked out to the edge of the sea. He had taken to talking to himself when he...
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1 being the best 10 the worst
These libri are great for summer Leggere I can honestly say that anyone that reads them will want to read them again.

10. Deacula da Bram Stoker
9. The Hobbit da Tolken
8. I'm the king of the castello da Susan Hill
7. 1984 da George Orwell
6. The secret diary of Adrian talpa da Sue Townsend
5. Pride and prejudice da Jane Austine
4. Jane Eyre da carlotta, charlotte Bronte
3. Lord of the Flies da William Golding
2. The curious incident of the dog in the nighttime da Mark Haddon
1 Rebecca da Daphne du Maurier
posted by ejenk1025
Chapter 2

I pull into the driveway of the cafe. I look into my rear view mirror. I look good. (Laugh) I get out of the car then fix my clothes. I'm ready. Just be yourself. Ok. I'm walking in. Don't fall. Don't fall .. He sees me. Just walk up to him.

"Hey."
"Hey. Glad te could make it." detto Lucas
"I'm glad te could make it, too."
"Well. I work here so..." detto Lucas
"You work here? Cool."
"Yeah. This is actually my mom's cafe. Let me introduce you." detto Lucas
"Oh goody." I detto nervously

Good impression. Good impression. Good impression.

"Mom, this is Brooke. Brooke, my mom." detto Lucas
"Pleasure...
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posted by alicia386
Chapter Five

Mason met Olivia at his preferito restaurant. It was a perfect giorno for a cena date. The sun was shinny, the clouds were extra white, and the erba seemed greener then ever. If only she knew that this was a cena date. He signed the last autograph for today as Olivia sat across from him at their round table. Her hair was curly and in a ponytail. Then she wore a red dress with a thick, black cintura in the middle. His secondo impression of her was still the same, gorgeous. This data was going pretty well but Cassidy dresses better. Mainly because Cassidy is rich but he didn't want to...
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posted by alicia386
Chapter Four

Olivia was extra busy today. Today was the first giorno of the movie shoot for Hourglass. Before they could even start recording the movie, the would have to check up on everything. The wardrobe had to perfect. The scenes had to be accurately planned out. Then they had to make sure that all of the camera crew was positioned. Olivia wouldn't be able to receive the permits until tomorrow. So they couldn't start filming until then. She followed closely behind Mason as he did the daily check up.

Mason went straight towards wardrobe and the outfit choices. The outfit for Charlotte's arrival...
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Remembering is just an invention of the mind,
So te need not try to remember something,
te remember it automatically.
Which is the best thing that te could have.

The good times that we had...
It is placed in a portion of your mind.
The bad times that we had...
It is placed in the other part of your mind.

te try to forget all of the bad things that happened,
But it is not possible.
It is stuck in you.
The bad things are painted in ink on your heart.

The good things, te try to remember.
And they stay.
They never go.
Never leave you.

Remembering is just an invention of the mind.
And, well...I guess I'm happy for that.
So I can remember every friend I've had,
Every boyfriend,
And all the good times.
Every memory will never leave my heart.
They will never be forsaken.
Never.
posted by Problematic129
*Poem I wrote for a class project on the holocaust.
DON'T COPY*
Different in ways they couldn't control
Killed for reasons we do not know
Ranging from ages young to old
The innocent people were taken from homes
Soulless people did not care
That the Jewish were in despair
Concentration camps ending their screams
Breaking apart their families
Not once did they do anything wrong
They opened their mouths and sang a sad song
Years went da and più pain came
Until on one very special day
As one we all saved
The survivors of the Holocaust
Stan, the young donkey, was wandering sadly around the barn. He seemed hopeless and wounded and had no desire to speak to any of his fellow donkeys; even talking to his father was not appealing to him that exact moment. In fact, he was feeling ashamed of having a donkey father. He was ashamed of being a donkey altogether.
As the moon and stars scattered across the dark, blue sky, Stan decided he no longer to wander. He needed some solution, he needed reassurance, and only his grandfather seemed appropriate for that particular job.
Grandpa Roger was sleeping peacefully in the barn. He had become...
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Bane’s POV

I laid in the grass, watching the clouds. I was beginning to dose off, right before sleep took me, a body pounced on me. I groaned, and looked up. A shaggy haired boy was sitting on my chest, giggling. My best friend, Christian.
    “Get off!” I yelled rolling over. He slid off me.
    “Party pooper,” Christian stuck his tongue out at me. He was so childlike, but that was something I had always loved about him. That’s also why we got along so well. He was hyperactive and loud, while I was cynical and quite.
    I...
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