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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.

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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 Wish of Eternity; The Magiwar. Chapter Five.

posted by kingcesar67

On the bus, I had to sit selanjutnya to Natalie. Natalie was a little too friendly... especially towards me. When nobody was looking she mind controlled me and made me ciuman her. "Focus Natalie!" Chantal always berkata when Natalie started to flirt. Natalie scowled at Chantal then said, "You're no fun Chantal." Chantal responded oleh saying, "Damn right I am! Please stop flirting with him." Natalie smiled then said, "Why? Do anda like him?" Chantal glared at Natalie then said, "Not in the way that anda do." Natalie smiled for the detik time and said, "Then why can't I have him?" Chantal responded. "Because...

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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...

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Merry F*cking natal (A Fanfiction)

posted by CielXlizzy19

This is an old draft I've had sitting here for about three years. Cleaned it up sorta, but it's still not at par with my current work. I wanted to keep most of the sumber material as close to what I wrote three years yang lalu barring some grammatical/diction fluency errors, mostly for a little look into how much I've changed. I just couldn't beruang letting it sit in here anymore. I'm not super into fanfiction, fanpop, atau even kpop anymore for that matter, but I knew I had to put this out there in some form atau fashion. Let me know if anda want me to write anything chapter, atau do something else with...

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Ideas on Rewriting/Parodying Famous Stories

posted by glelsey

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?...

Mermaid spell fanpop ( it should work)

posted by InnerMermaid

Hi!! This is my own mermaid spell. don't send any rude messages if it doesn't work.
What u need:
. water
. salt
. symbol (bracelet, kalung , sorry but u can't really use earings)
. 2 sea shells (has to be from the sea)
.spoon
.bowl atau cup
Put the salt in the bowl atau cup of water then stir for about ten detik then dip the bottom of each shell in the water. Then rub them on your legs. After that blow on each leg for about 5 seconds. Then hold your symbol while saying this:
Mermaid witches of the sea please listen to my deepest wish and plea I wish to be a mermaid with the tail colour..(colour) and the power of....(power)just one drop of water will transform me but let me not see the moon for it will transform me into a mermaid for 24hours.oh mermaid witches of the sea please make my wish come true so lebih it be. Dip your symbol in the water lick it don't take it off.

Diana's wrath chapter 1

posted by floraisbest1

Ms. Farogonda asked for the winx to come down to her office. when the winx reached ms. farogonda's office she told them that diana wants to speak wth one of you. she didnt tell me who but she told me to pick two extras. ms. farogonda can i go, bloom asked her. flora will be going along with musa and aisha ms farogonda told them. hmph bloom pouted, can we at least go with them bloom berkata quikly. fine all of anda girls can go and im bringing the specialist. ok stella berkata in a sing song voice. lets go berkata the winx. they met the RF boys outside and went in the owl. winx: WINX BELIEVIX
AT THE amazon
flora: let's get going
aisha: see ya winx
bloom: meet back here in an jam k
ok bloom musa said
( diana appears in front of them)
GUARDS take them away
what??!
(to be continued)

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Short horror story

posted by LunaNotLoony

Anna flicked the T.V from channel to channel, bored: there was nothing worth watching. Sighing, she left the news on and flopped back on the sofa, not really intending to listen.
'The war in Iraq-.'
'Oh no, anda don't,' Anna muttered, grabbing the remote. Her Dad had joined the army after her Mum had died of an overdose. Anna didn't really blame him, she'd have got out of the house as fast as possible too if she was an adult. The whole house was contaminated with the memories of Mum, of her laugh, of her accident... suicide... whatever it was. Even so, Anna missed Dad like it was painful. She'd...

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Talking to the Moon (Fanfic)

posted by Ichigo127

An Amuto one-shot
hope anda enjoy!
‘You know, Amu…,’ he was sitting there again, on the ledge of the window, staring wistfully outside. ‘All of them think you’re gone. But I know better. anda are alive, I know it. Somewhere out there, you’re thinking about me too, aren’t you?’
He was talking again, talking to the moon. ‘You’ll never admit it but anda have already fallen for me,’ he smirked at the moon. No, not the moon. It was Amu’s blushing face that he saw and it was her voice that he heard, ‘Shut up!’ he didn’t know it was the echo of his memories because he thought...