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posted by Ragefulchimp
Vandals and crooks
an aging man, caught like a ikan on a hook
Getting reeled in, he's easy prey
Eyes sag, creating bags, pupils widen, creating paralysis

Confusion and fear
An ailing man, with ikan hooks everywhere
The biggest catch today
Pavement runs red, creating pain, flesh torn, creating animals

Torment and Horror
An aching man, aches no more
The ikan hook rips away
Smiles widen, creating youth, blood drips, creating paralysis
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posted by para-scence
"We've got to tell Mom," I berkata quickly. "She'll get Matt to actually pay it this time." I hoped I was right. He would, wouldn't he? He couldn't just let his girlfriend suffer. I picked up Auburn, and Sage held my hand as the five of us set out to Matt's house.

It was dark, and I was getting really anxious. During the day, the neighborhood was fine. But during the night... it was frightening. This place turned into a battle ground; shootings everywhere. It hasn't been so bad lately. The cops got rid of most of them. But anda could never be too careful.

Matt's house was bigger than ours; it had...
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posted by para-scence
I got home, where Reed was at the dapur meja playing poker with some friends and smoking. I walked up to the meja and threw the bag onto the table. His friends all looked at it, gaping. Reed laughed.

"Good job, baby sister!" he said. He took the bag and inspected it. I smiled at his praise. He looked up at me and smiled. "But shouldn't anda be at school? If Nikolai finds out he'll bust your head in."

"So don't let him find out," I berkata like it was an obvious answer. His buddies laughed. Reed shook his head at me, but a smile still played on his lips. He threw the bag back at me.

"Well then,...
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posted by mitchie19
2. B I G D A Y

One, two, three, go! I breathed. My right leg went first up the stairs and then my left leg.
This is it, this is really it. I squealed nervously. “Marhion Angeles Pearson, daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Pearson” the school directress announced. I went up the stage. The audience clapped.
I felt like a bintang on a rise.
I saw Riley on the crowd, my eyes glued to him. Ah! I tripped. The audience gasp some stood up to see if I’m okay some of them laughed and snickered. itik jantan, drake Cell, the school news anchor video taped my clumsiness, he smiled. I quickly stood up. My cheeks were red, I...
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posted by ChickRiddler
Preface: We were called freaks. Strangers. Mutants. As my claws ripped through the peculiar woman’s skin I thought, “What am I now?” My teeth sunk into her arm. The screech that pierced the air at that moment brought me back to reality, I was human again. I spat the blood out of my mouth and looked around myself. The handsome man was looking at me with terrified eyes.
    “I’m so sorry,” I whispered. Shrinking into myself, I began to run away. The man wouldn’t catch me. But something held me back. I went back to him and reappeared. “Help me.” I wasn’t even sure he heard me I berkata it so low. Suddenly, my body couldn’t take the pain. There was a buzzing in my ears, a pounding in my head, and spots in my vision. It was then the darkness swallowed me whole.
posted by Lolo-star20
If I'm a reason to leave
I don't talk about this on a sheet
I want to everybody see
What anda do of me

I'm become a princess
with a knight who not fearless
I want to watch a cloudless sky
because my jantung and my eyes cry

Chorus
It is what I want
It is what I need
And never other thing
that the cinta which I want

The only thing I know
It's I'm better when anda are
Near to me, did anda know?
And I want that anda are

Chorus

It's like
I have a pisau in my back
It's like
I don't can stay in the black
Without what I want
Without what I need

Chorus x3

You're all I want
I'll be what anda need
And ever other thing
If it's what anda want
Chapter Twenty One

Michael stared at his wife and then, to the stranger standing selanjutnya to Mac before heading back to Jamie and asked her a question, “Jamie, what was going around here?”

Shocked of seeing her husband here instead of later, Jamie put Izzie down and watching the little girl running off to her father and started tugging Michael’s sleeve to tell him that she want him to pick her in his arms right away, Jamie stared at her husband picking Izzie up and holding her into his arms while asking him, “Michael, why are anda here this early?”

Staring at his wife’s face and while holding...
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posted by ChiliPepperLuv
People say bunga are beautiful.
They're beautiful, that's true.
They also provide oxygen for us.
People say weeds are ugly.
They apparently have no value,
Nor do they deserve to live.
I'm not talking weeds that grow in the garden.
I'm talking about wild plants.
Well, weeds are flowers, too.
Just give them a chance.
Once anda get to know them, they're amazing.
They can be just as pretty as flowers.
I may not be an orchid atau a sunflower.
I may not be a rose atau an iris.
I'm lebih of a dandelion.
I may be a weed, but I'm not so bad.
Give me half a chance. I'm pretty neat.
So, weeds are flowers, too.
Get to know them. They're pretty great.
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Source: Quote oleh Steven Pressfield
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posted by ZekiYuro
Probably the most famous film commenting on the twentieth-century technology is Modern Times,made in 1936.Charlie Chaplin was motivated to make the film oleh a reporter who,while interviewing him,happened to describe the working conditions in industrial Detroit.Chaplin was told that healthy young farm boys were lured to the city to work on automotive assembly lines.Within 4 atau 5 years,these young men's health was destroyed oleh the stress of work in the factories.
The film opens with a shot of a mass of domba making their way down a crowded ramp.
Abruptly,the film shifts to a scene of factory workers...
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posted by hgfan5602
It's cold in this room
Without your warmth for me
Hard to say the truth
Can I say it now....
I cinta anda

Am I so ashamed
To cinta you?
Oh no I'm not....
And I feel your warmth upon me
Everyday

CHORUS
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I will still cinta anda everyday of my life
Ever since
I came on your watch
And every menit of my life

I will still cinta anda every detik today
Cherishing all the moments that we had
Together

And I will bring every moment I've had
Together, with anda
I will still cinta anda everyday of my life
And no one will
Keep me away from anda
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It's so cold here...
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posted by hgfan5602
I will remember anda always.
Will anda remember me?
That is a pertanyaan for anda to answer,
And not me.

I promise
That I will always
Keep the flame of memory alive.
The fun that we had will never
Be forgotten.

Even on foggy evenings,
The darkest of nights,
anda will always be in my heart.
For I know that anda will help me
Keep the flame of memory blazing
Always.

All the good times that we had,
All the fun that we had,
All the tears that we let out,
All the anger we let out
Will never be wasted.
Because every menit of it
Is in my heart.

I will tend to the fire
Every night,
Recollecting all the memories we have
Knowing that the flame of memory
Is the brightest flame of all
And it will blaze on.
posted by para-scence
"Thank you, miss. We'll look over your application as soon as we can," the nice receptionist smiled. I nodded thankfully. She eyed me curiously, and glanced at my application. "Um, how old are you?" she asked.

"Twenty two," I said, without breaking a sweat. I'd been prepared for that. I'm actually fifteen, but maybe I could pass for a very short, very young looking adult. She nodded, but since she had no proof I was lying, she let me go. I walked down the streets, the sun beating down on me. I could tell oleh the brightness in the sky, I was late. I picked up the pace, and started running. Dogs...
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posted by Kimi4312
Chapter One:Broken Hearted Boy,
In a small town texas, two twin girls named Hayley and Hayden lived with their grandparents for all their life since they were born, Hayden has long dark brown hair with red steaks and beautiful brown eyes and glowing skin, Hayley has short light brown hair and brown eyes and she look identical to Hayden as twin, they also live with their anut Alice who has blonde hair and hazel brown eyes and tan skin, the twins went to school one day, Hayley notices her twin looked so sleepy and had no sleep "are anda okay?" Hayley ask Hayden "no I just had a bad dream last night"...
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A Studio Executive Told Me The Beetlejuice Script Would Ruin My Career oleh Larry Wilson via FilmCourage.com.
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CHAPTER 1



I opened my light blue eyes to buttery sunshine flooding through my window; no surprise despite the fact it was December 7. I live in Atlanta, Georgia, an always warm, always sunny place. The trees were always a brilliant green, the air always warm, and clouds rarely blocked the sky.
I detested it. Nothing against Atlanta itself, it was just too green, too bright, too hot. . . The air was thick and the humidity was high, and the unforgiving sun constantly beat down on my forehead. Maybe it's just me, but I fail to understand how anyone could possibly live in a place with even this...
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posted by fly210
Liz's grandma had died last night. Liz was at her HUGE house on long island. Just then her family was called in to the house. Liz's Grandma's will had been read and her grandma had left her family the 200 acor house! Liz had always liked the house. It was big with a thach play house and 3 log cabens to play in ,a big lake and pool, a forest that went around the property, a rose garden, a walled garden and a apel, apple orcherd in back. Not to mention a few other things. Her family went halaman awal that night knowing they would pindah in to the house. Liz would not chang schools because the house was so close...
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posted by potterrox
As twilight fell over Paris, it was as though reality loosened its hold. The ancient and modern buildings battled for domination of the street, and of one’s senses. The juxtaposition of old and new was on the precipice of being overwhelming. We were all caught in limbo between the past and present.

Limbo wasn’t a good place for me. My thoughts sprang out and ranged in all directions, with nothing solid to contain them. There were no comforting boundaries in the area between dreams and reason, and nowhere to hide.

I told myself that I shouldn’t the horizon, that I don’t need boundaries,...
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