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sit back now young ones while I tell anda the story of the first Saviours.
The Saviours are a long and old race reaching back as far as the dawn of time they behold powers beyond our imagination. They can give life ,they can make anda happy,sad atau whatever they wish but most of all they hold the powers of truth, light and life. For years they have been fighting of the men of evil, called demons, and they have been winning but only just. The demons though they are biding their time waiting for their chance to shine and rule, the demons are stronger than any Saviour the powers they contain in their souls are lies, sin, death, dark and disaster.Butt the power that both the demons and Saviours share is the power of writing, anda see kids whatever they write comes true.
And the story I'm about to tell anda happened years and years ago. When the Saviours where still winning, and our 2 Saviours are called Sir Arthur of Camelot and a simple peasant Stan Masterson.
They were the leaders of The Saviours at that time, yet they were not the most powerful of the Saviours, that judul fell on the shoulders of a simple 12 tahun old thief who sadly had no name and no parents.
His family were the Saviours. Yet at sometime it seemed they discovered he was stronger than any of them.But sadly he had been taken oleh the demons and no man dared ventured into the lands of the dead to take him back to our world. So sadly the boy is dying in the land of the dead and his story ends there.
But we still have a story to tell boy is it a doozy so go now young ones and have some food and rest before the selanjutnya part comes out.
well I hope anda enjoy it so if its a bit boring now for anda trust me it gets better so thats me done for that now bye
One of them charged at Marley while he was on the ground. He jumped up, the beast missed him, but he landed on the back of the other one. He tried to weigh it down (Which was just ridiculous to try in the first place), it didn’t work. Alec quickly jumped on the beast with Marley, as they tried to throw the beast to the ground together. The first beast rammed into the detik one, it barely felt it, but Marley and Alec fly four metres into the air. Opal came out and slashed on first one with her nails, as her eyes turn rose. Marley and Alec landed; they both stood up and took a battle stance,...
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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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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 .
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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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!
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”...
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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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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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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.

--------------------------------
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.
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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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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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.
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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‘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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 The Writer Behind the Words
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-...
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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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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...
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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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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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This guide was inspired oleh a pertanyaan recently diposting oleh link on this spot. The user was looking for ways to put a twist on fairytales. I began to write an answer, but my answer soon developed into an article. So here it is.

Note that these aren't specifically for fairytales; they can be used on any old, well-known stories. After listing some ideas on how anda can put a twist on such stories, I'll give a few examples of film that have done used one atau lebih of these ideas.

1. Swap the genders of the traditional characters.
Do any of the characters behave especially "typical" for their gender?...
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