menulis Article: BAD MEMORIES CHAPTER 1

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posted by r260897

Zean, the famous bintang of musik world came back with his Zeal (his guitar) and his famous UKK band after a live performance. He sat in front of a big mirror removing his make up. His ears were active with the chatter of his mates who were busy in talking about another band. He turned back with a big a smile as if he wanted to say something but he didn’t. he saw a small boy running and then he stood up and ran behind him he ran and ran and ran until he found himself surrounded oleh white light and some noise in which he could hear “so anda are Zean…. Haaahaaaaa look at him his….” Zean,, zean” he again came back to the world he lived in. “You are tired go sleep on bed”. He opened his eyes and found his Zeal sitting beside him and everyone looking with big big eyes with 100 pertanyaan in them. “no problem,,,, really no problem at all” Zean tried to play cool but he was not…his voice showed uncertainty. He looked and saw small tempat tidur with white sheets and a big bantal which seemed to be soft. “ sooooooo here” he was about to jump when he looked in the mirror and drowned in memories. He was going down and down until a small boy named Ilm came. He was the one who stays with them. He was nearly 13 years old Indian boy with big black eyes and black hairs which he kept back. As against to world he preferred wearing KURTA PAIJAMA. “hey whats up? How was the performance?” Zean asked with smile on his face. “ performance…. It was really great…” Ilm stands up copying Zean…but he didn’t hold up Zeal as he knew Zean will mind that. “ oh boy anda will become bintang one day” Zean berkata with that smile which always enlightens his face. “REALLY? Heeeeey yaaaaaaah…..:” Ilm berkata with happiness. “Ilm where are you? See heres your favorit candy… our fan sent them.. “ “ he is in profit just coz he lives with us… where is he?” “ gotta go” Ilm berkata with hurry and ran. And here Zean’s smile faded and he went in the OCEAN OF MEMOIES…
( in selanjutnya chapter I’ll reveal his past but for now how is it?)

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Jitesh_Flare awesome 1st part very curious for the story of fast nice one richa ;) HI-5

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Different Worlds - Chapter 5

posted by Bella_Swan3

I'm losing my mind, Taylor thought as she gripped the edge of the vanity table, almost splintering it. A few shards of glass on puncak, atas of it were enough to tell her that her face was painted with her black tears.

I need to find out, she thought desperately. Even if it hurts. Even if the truth hurts worse than an outright lie.

Lie. So seemingly small and insignificant, and yet it could go unnoticed, almost like it could be berkata and then forgotten immediately.

Lies are like a temporary fix. They solve most problems, but they will soon unravel and tear even worse than before.

Glass. Why can't I break...

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TRUE cinta

posted by T-lover

what I'm menulis isn't exactly an artikel , but I hope anda will enjoy it ^_^ ..

Girl; Do I ever menyeberang, salib you'r mind ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Do anda like me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Do anda want me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Would anda cry if I left ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Would anda live for me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Would anda do anything for me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Choose me atau you'r life ?
Boy; My life .

The girl runs away in shock and pain and the boy runs after her and says ....

*The reason anda never menyeberang, salib my mind is because anda are always on my mind .
*The reason why I don't like anda is because I cinta anda .
*The reason I don't want anda is because I need anda .
*The reason I wouldn't cry if anda left is because I would die if anda left .
*The reason I wouldn't live for anda is because I would die for anda .
*The reason why I'm not willing to do anda anything for anda is because I would do everything for anda .
*The reason I chose my life is because anda are my life .

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Different Worlds - Chapter 1

posted by Bella_Swan3

Taylor had never shadow-walked with no destination in mind. Shadow walking was something she was slightly afraid to do. It made her feel unbalanced, as if she had been diberikan too much control. Like standing on the edge of a cliff, the wind pushing anda to jump, and some part of anda secretly wanting to succumb to it's persuasive power.

She opened her eyes to the flat, glassy expanse of water in front of her. The tiny sliver of the moon was distorted oleh the waves.

Granted, shadow walking allowed her to appear wherever she wanted, but to her, it also served as a constant reminder that she was not...

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Rollercoasters - A Bumpy, Crazy Ride of a Poem

posted by Dearheart

slowly climbing

inch oleh inch

bringing me closer

to my doom

kupu-kupu of

anticipation

flutter nervously

in my stomach

knuckles whiten

jaws clench

what have I

gotten myself into

the suspense

is killing me

I'm going to hate it

I'm going to cinta it

I might lose my lunch

but I don't care

heaven help me

here it comes...

...

I hold my breath...

...

and then
I scream
my stomach
drops
my breath
is stolen
my heart
is pounding
adrenaline
courses
through
my veins
amid screams
of sweet terror
I fling up
my hands
and ride on
the wings
of Thrill!

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underworls High: Chapter 6: Vampire boy

posted by gossipgirlxoxo

Billy’s p.o.v
“I can’t believe girls got a ghost hunt” Rocco mumbled. We were all bummed the girls always got the good cases. “Yeah, I heard it’s about a guy who had scratched on his back” Max said. I sighed. “What cases do we have?” I asked Caleb looked down at his computer. “A girl says that her boyfriend was on a hiking trip and he hasn’t called atau communicated with her since last week” he said. I rolled my eyes. “Do anda think there’s anything to worry about?” I asked them, they all shrugged but Caleb nodded. “Even if there isn’t we have to help her anyway”...

Gods: Chapter 7: api and Ice

posted by gossipgirlxoxo

I walked in and saw Dawn and Thor. I walked over and gave them both a look. “Where are mom and dad” I asked looking around the house. Dawn smile. “Still in Australia” I looked at Dawn with a confused smile. “Well then what’s going on” I asked. I was angry at Thor and Dawn and not because of Liz atau that mom and dad were still in Australia, but because they weren’t telling me anything. “Well?” I asked. Thor looked at me but he didn’t smile he just stared at me. “We were told to go home, we don’t know anything” he berkata in a kerang voice. I heard a bang, I turned and saw...

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Come What May

posted by CheeryDavis

Hi, so this is my first story put on here! It's in poem style so i thought what the jerami, hay i'll post it! so here it is:

the sky turns black and gray
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 anda pull me up and hold me close
i know that anda will never let go
in your arms i will stay come what may

the sky shines bright for the first time is...

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My True Love- "For Coach Joy"

posted by iluvtheshow

I remember the hari I fell in love.
Not just simple love.
No, this was head over heels, I'd die for anda love.
I remember where I fell in love.
A small middle school in a small town.
A place anda could easily miss.
I remember the my matchmaker.
A short women, but with lebih api then anda could ever imagine.
lebih 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 hari I fell in love.
True Love.
Head over heels love.
With..................
Basketball.

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This is dedicated to my first real bola basket coach. She taught me not just how to play basketball, but how to be part of a team. I have so much respect for her and I know I should thank her everyday for helping me fall in love. For Coach Joy.

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Sorrows BTW THIS IS 6 YRS OLD,

posted by CullensFinest13

anda hurt me I hope anda die I cant belive I trusted anda I cant belive I loved anda I cant belive I stayed up and worried that anda wouldnt call. I cant belive that i loved anda i trusted anda and cared for you. im tired of anda its time i let anda go but your always there anda wont leave me alone...its time for anda to leave so never come back walk out of my life i am going to lock my door and never let anda back in stay out so i can be happy anda need anda need to die let me live my own life anda shouldnt be controlling me anymore im not property im a human and i dont belong to the likes of you, anda were...

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Step-by-step guide: Mary Sue's

posted by vampiress015

I presuming we all joined this spot 'cos we cinta to write, right? If so then anda all know what I'm talking about when I say that we all cinta our main characters and sometimes want to make them the best people in the world.

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 cinta em, but unfortunantley it's true)

So here is my step-by-step guide to make sure that...

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Dreaming of Nightmares

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

atau I’m gone, retreat inside my mind

Where none but the darkest thoughts

Swallowing twilight

I dream of all things

From the stories told oleh hidden scars

Unable to tampil 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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iTunes Shuffle

posted by mrs-mindfreak

I decided to do a story where I put my iPod on shuffle and start writing. Lucky for me, all the songs were basically sad atau angry music. So this is what I came up with :)

The rain pattered on the windows drowsily, drowning out Alana’s choking sobs. She sat in her favorit wooden rocker, and buried her face in her hands miserably. Her black hair clung to her sweaty face. Her clammy palms were wet from tears. She never wanted to pindah from that spot again. Although she was filled with irrevocable remorse, she felt comfortable there. No one in the house, rain falling softly outside, and just...

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anda Shouldn't Have Shot The Dog - Short Story

posted by chel1395

‘You shouldn't have shot the dog.’ That single thought reverberated inside my head, knocking from side to side, smashing at the sides of my skull until I had to put my hands to my temples in a futile attempt to stop the pain. The man sitting selanjutnya to me took a swig of his whiskey, the glass bottle knocking against his yellowed and rotten teeth. His other hand held onto the steering wheel, maneuvering the car down the winding and deserted stretch of highway. I leaned my head against the cool glass of the passenger side window, willing my head to stop pounding. From the radio, the soft strains...

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A Writer’s Mini-Game Plan: Seven Rules for a Successful Career

posted by daragirard

The Writer Behind the Words

Luck has little to do with link. A long lasting menulis career doesn’t just happen. A writer can burst onto the scene and quickly disappear. Another can have a series of hits then write a bunch of flops and never be heard from again. The difference between a long lasting career and one that burns out is strategy. Here are seven rules to help anda find the right strategy for anda and get anda started on your journey to long lasting success.

Learn the power of focus. For most of us, we have lebih than enough to do on a daily basis. And when it comes to any menulis project the daftar can grow exponentially-...

CHILDREN OF MERLIN - HARRY POTTER 1980s RPG

posted by bendaimmortal

In the years following the war the Ministry of Magic struggled to regain the public's trust whilst people struggled to find peace of mind in the uncertainty of Voldemort's disappearance. In 1985 letters start appearing with a very concerning atau very hopeful kind of message, depending on your point of view and personal beliefs. They are so anti-establishment, in parts so truthful, and thus potentially dangerous that the Ministry controlled Daily Prophet won't publikasi them atau any talk about them on the Readers' Column.

The letters lay out a vision of future where the Ministry no longer exists...

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Slumber Of The Woodland (Part 3)

posted by zanhar1

The fragrance of scotch pine and blue merapikan, spruce is pungent in the air, amplified oleh the heat of late June. atau so anda think it is June. This place feels oddly void of time. anda open your eyes to see a sun hazed over oleh stratus clouds. From all angles anda spy familiar wooden structures.
You are back.

You sit up with your legs tucked under your bottom and bask in the estival air and all of the scents that waft within it. anda furrow your brows, thinking that it is not as clean as before. Even so, the place hums with earthy energy. A stronger gust of wind picks up the hem of your kemeja and flutters...

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Slumber Of The Woodland (Part 2)

posted by zanhar1

anda wake up under a shady willow with a vague semblance of what anda had dreamt.
You have dozed off again. And no wonder, there is a good book in your lap and your favorit songs are still crackling through your earbuds. anda ought to replace them, they are going bad. anda pull them out and decide to listen to nature’s musik instead. The soft gurgle of the pond coupled with catkins rustling against each other has always been your favorit blend of sounds. Every now and again your ear is filled with the nearly undetectable buzz of a cicada humming past. anda aren’t quite sure, but anda think that...

Mask

posted by Epismatic

The Man With No Eyes Collection (3): Mask

When the curtain rises, all is forgiven.

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

A genuine laugh, but my eyes must be hidden,

The truth they contain is considered too vile.

My voice is a song that will play through your ears,

And invite anda 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 hari is dawning,

“Quick, put on your mask!”

And hurry outside, meet the crowd.

“Where’ve anda been?”

With fanciful jawaban to all that anda ask,

I’ll always wait here for...

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January 31 hari Challenge

posted by WritingBookWorm

So, one of my New’s Years Resolutions this tahun it to write more. So, I decided to make this:

The goal is to write something every day.

Starting on the 31st of January, every hari there is a vague word, idea, object, question, statement atau anything. anda can take it anyway anda want.

Then each hari anda should write what it tells anda too atau something inspired oleh it. Whether it be a poem, a small scene, a character description, journal entry, short story atau even just one really well crafted sentence.

Even if the prompt confuses you, atau anda have no ideas just write something! It’s a great exercise...

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The Individual Problem in Racism

posted by LadySilverSoul

This is my opinion. It is not meant to offend, atau disrespect anyone.

I'm still in my twenties, yet I am tired. I am tired in the deepest marrow of my bones. As I type this, I find myself taking long pauses between sentences. It is like my mind and body knows my intent to use expressive vocabulary, will still fall short of the actual circumstances of which I write.

Many of us, at least on the outside, believe that racism is wrong. Many of us, at least in the face of others, shake our heads at it. I'm not talking about the racism that causes physical pain for others, but the racism that is perpetuated...