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Song - Meteor

posted by viju

Shining down in eyes....

Do te ever feel?
Like a melba toast
Breaking into pieces
With no way from sea to coast
Do te ever feel
That you’re so ignorable
But inside do te know
You’re inescapable
Do te ever feel like
You’re under pressure
But inside you’re cuore
There’s an aggression.

You need to hear
Mellifluous voice in your mind
And than

(Chorus)
Run like a Meteor
Through the sky
Through the space
Shining down in our eyes
Run like a Meteor
Piercing the wind
With lightening speed
Shining down in everybody’s eyes

(Verse – II)
Do te ever feel like
You’re so irresistible
But really te are
So capable
Do te ever feel
That...

My brother is Scrivere

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Under the Sea

posted by lucius_malloy

Under the surface of the ever-moving ocean, it is calm.
There are hardly any sounds bouncing about the vast space, and the ones that are have been muted, many times over. The roaring of a ship’s engines, mighty as a lion, is only a faint humming sound, più felt than heard as it vibrates its way through your body.
You’re floating, floating in a mass of blue. The only thing te can see is blue, blue, and blue – different shades, some lighter than others, some dark as a winter night in the North, but blue nonetheless. Now that te think about it, it’s slightly disturbing – oppressive,...

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DREAM(Random Writing)

posted by dragonwriter

Sky turns black. Memory fades. through all of this tragedy fate has taken my memories from me. No other thoughts. cuore pounding. Blood racing. No più time for thinking. Think quick and on my feet o death will surely get its grasp on me. As my enemy approaches i draw my sword. Once the tip of the blade is out of the sheath i hear it hit the ground as i feel a warm liquid pouring out of my open chest as blood gushes out of the wound. As i struggle to take my last breath i wake up screaming relieved that it was just a DREAM.

Life Goes On

posted by MissMuffin38

It was just another day. The sun was shining, the birds were singing, and everyone was doing what they normally do. It was the start of the summer of 1939. In the middle of a war. It was sicuro, cassetta di sicurezza here, most of the time. Everyone carried on like they always did, selling frutta on the market stalls, children drooling at the millions of different sweets on the shelves above them, and then running around, playing airplanes. Amongst all this was a house, with a family, that lived happily. Almost.

This family were the Nicholson family. They lived together in a big, fancy house, but not too fancy. The...

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i'm alone

posted by Thalia_huntress

plz tell me if te like it and if i should write more

2....1 ready o not here i come" i say. i hear my friend Annabel giggle. i go behind a albero "found you" i said. "lunette!! Annabel!!" the owner of the orphanage called us. she was the most amaro woman ever all because her husban died in the war. we sraitened out o dresses. "coming miss belle." we detto in harmony. we rushed from the yard. "yes miss belle?" i said. "it's time for us to see if anybody wants te brats now change into the nice dress we gave." she said. "ok miss" annabel said. miss belle didn't know but every one made fun of...

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Make Me Care About What te Have To Say

posted by Cinders

And of course, the initial reaction to a titolo like this one is, "Well, why don't you make me care about what you're saying, first?"

So I'll cut straight to the chase: When submitting a short story, o even a poem for publication in a literary magazine, keep in mind that the editors receive hundreds of submissions a day, which means that they don't have time to read every last one of them. This is why it is incredibly important to hook them in your first few sentences, other than start slow and verbosely build up to why they should care. Therefore, this will be a succinct explanation of why...

How Leggere methods have improved

posted by ZekiYuro

Leggere to oneself is a modern activity which was almost unknown to the scholars of the classical and medieval worlds,while during the fifteenth century the term 'reading' undoubtedly meant Leggere aloud.Only during the nineteenth century did silent Leggere become commonplace.

One should be wary,however,of assuming that silent Leggere came about simply because Leggere aloud was a distraction to others.Examinations of factors related to the historical development of silent Leggere have revealed that it became the usual mode of Leggere for most adults mainly because the tasks themselves changed...

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Better Than That

posted by NormalcyIsDead

I’m sick and tired of it all
Run five laps, climb that wall
Ace that test, be happy everyday
25min. class lesson: due in two days

What’s wrong with you, Jordan?
Where are those ‘A’s te were sporting?
Oh no, te have a B, that just won’t do
Let me prod te some more, ask some domande too

“You seem to be slipping.”
"Get to the front of the race!”
You’ll never get finished
At THAT jogging pace

Yoo-hoo, girl, get your head in the game!
Idiot, doing the wrong lesson, there goes your good name
To most other people, I’m starting to come off as lame
But to me it's al the same: Run faster, think...

Stay with me [short song]

posted by Lord_Anubis

Hope te mates will like it =3
Feel free to comment

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I'm looking at the black ceiling, in this empty room I sit.
I'm leaning my back on cold bacheca where light of the sun can't reach me.
I don't have any peace, same pictures are repeating in my head.

The grey clouds rise above and I'm goin out for the rain.
Let the cold drops from the skies give me peace and break my sadness.
But even hard rain can't clear thoughts of you.

And feels like I'm falling in deep abyss, dark water swallowing me as I close my eyes and turn my head up to sky.
It's eating my mind, taking away my dreams.
Oh please pull me out, stay with me.

Today I'm not goin out, I'll reamin in the dark waiting for you.
I'll defy to all my desires cause I can't ask anymore from you.
I'll be Canto only for te my angel.
Oh please pull me out, stay with me.

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Is this a good idea??

posted by rebaj2010

I have this image in my head of a girl who spent the first 17 years of her life being loved. Loved da her parents, her brother and sister, and everyone in school. She doesn't know the meaning of hate. Then this mysterious guy come to her school. He doesn't say much and the only person he notices is her. But he is different then the other guys at her school he is too sexy to be real. They fall madly in Amore but what she doesn't know is that he has been alive for the last 268 years. He is no vampire but something that can scare the helll out of you. And he has a immortal enemy, and that enemy is the boy who is filled with so much hate all the immortals call him...The deffinition of hate(his real name being Marcus) And the girl so finds out that Marcus will stop at nothing to take her away from him and mostra her what it's like to be hated

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Notebook & Pencil

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Agent in Peril

posted by DMLIME

MI6 agent Scott Filbury waited quietly outside the office of the head of the department. He was not told why he had been summoned, but the agents usually weren’t. He sat still; the only movement were his eyes, darting to every corner of the blank hallway, trying to take in every detail of his surroundings as he had been trained to 6 years before. He was only 28 and had been recruited after saving 3 people in a burning building, mostrare a ‘desire for passion and justice’ as his profilo read.
He noticed a fly near the bright lamps that were imbedded in the ceiling. He knew that soon the...

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How dare you.

posted by madening_mahem

I only came to resolve a matter, nothing more.
But have te no shame reporter, whose words can bring either joy o pity, have te no shame?
You speak of him, a dearly departed lover of mine and a noble none the less whose actions have been all but harmful to this town, in vein as if he is just another commoner in the street, who sleep in the dirt and has no dignity.
Making a mockery of him though he died only yesterday, but what seems like only an ora to me, and then attempt to treat it with sarcasm.
How dare you. How dare you.
Try not to later state that te knew him well, for that I know very...

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My attempt to draw a character from my story

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Editing fantasy

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Screenwriting Analysis That Can Help te Improve Your Screenplay da Michael Hauge & Mark W. Travis

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Screenwriting Analysis That Can Help te Improve Your Screenplay da Michael Hauge & Mark W. Travis via linkMore video interviews at link

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lupo Blood Prologe

posted by StarWarrior

PROLOGE
“You can’t!” I screeched, griping the thick erba beneath my paws.
    “The whole forest will belong to the Pack of Shadows!” the dark lupo exclaimed enthusiastically, his pelliccia flickering like shadows, “No lupo will stop us!”
    I have to do something! I couldn’t let it end like this! Not with the alpha in this state! Not with the pack diviso, spalato in four!
    “Out of my way pup!” he tossed me aside like a tiny mouse.
    “No!” I leaped at him, biting and clawing with all my strength.
    “This is pointless! te cannot defeat me she-wolf!” I felt him bite me and fling me away again. I was too tired to sposta now, after traveling this far without resting, I can no longer breathe enough to live.
    I’m over; this is the end of the Pack of Ice! I lay winded and defeated, awaiting death’s arrival patiently.