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posted by Euri
The red glare of the api blurs all other colors. The smoke chokes me with its sulfuric perfume. I watch from the tower as the city burns to ashes before my eyes. I want to stop it, I wish I could, but I cannot. I listen hopelessly as I hear the cries of the people, shouting, taunting.
Tears run down my cheeks. I lost it all, the power I once had has been taken from me. I could have helped so many, but I was foolish and in my foolishness I did not realize what was transpiring under my nose, what would lead to this, the burning of once a proud city to rid it of us.
Turning from the window, I face my dark room. My mother forced me into it, to protect me, she said, then left. The furniture dulled in comparison to the roaring api outside. My tempat tidur was unmade, no one having seen any reason to make it. Fresh tears pricked my eyes. The memories in this room were powerful. I could almost see my brother and me running up the stairs and entering the tower to play, on a much brighter day.
Picking up my cloak, I settle it over my fine gaun now soot covered, and make my way to the stairs. It seems a long way down to the hall. Once there I wish for the tower room, the great hall is foreign to me. The hall is bare and empty, the smell of food, the chatter of people gone. In its place are tossed dishes, turned over chairs and forgotten fan and purses, the forgotten items of many people fleeing in terror. The hall is deserted. I am the only one. I run down the hall frightened oleh its quietness. Down the stairs into the kitchen, I run ignoring the silence, the memories. The kitchen, a place that I once would have never ventured down into is now my only hope. I head toward a small trap door beside a gigantic cupboard, partly hidden oleh sacks. I hesitate, when father showed me where the trap door was I had never thought I would use this secret get away, but here I was.
A crash resounded off the kastil, castle walls followed oleh shouts. My jantung leapt to my throat, they had made it in! With out any lebih thoughts I flung open the trap door and scurried down inside closing the trap door behind me. The passageway is dank and dark the stairs slimy and wet. I descend deeper and deeper, further from the burning hatred. It seems to never end, a staircase filled with slime, dripping water, loneliness and fear.
But it does end and I am suddenly standing on a small dock selanjutnya to a river. A perahu is tied up to the dock oleh an old rope straining against the current. The oars are cracked and old and the green paint on the perahu is dull and flaking but the perahu looks aman, brankas enough. Gathering up my skirts, I step gingerly from the dock to the boat. The perahu wobbles and I hurriedly sit down to steady it. I untie the rope and drift off down the river.
I cannot go back; the people would never forgive a member of the royal family. I wish I could go back and fix all the wrongs my family did and mend the rift we created between the royal family and the people. But I cannot.
The red flames of the api glare at me as I travel further from the ruined city. Reminding me that I was once a princess, now I am an exile.
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posted by para-scence
I couldn't move. Was this a dream?

"Aren't anda glad to see me?" my visitor asked. Honestly, I wasn't sure. My jantung beat was ringing in my ears. This couldn't be happening. How was this possible?

"Asteria?" I whispered. This was making no sense at all to me, but there she was. Same pale blond hair that we no longer shared, same preppy clothes that I secretly loathed, and same eyes; the only thing about us that was similar.

"Aren't anda glad to see me?" she asked again. Her smiled had faded, and now she honestly worried that I wasn't. I managed to put on an excited smile, and hugged her.

"Oh my God,...
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posted by Insight357
Viewing anda from across the room
anda look at me
I look at you
Unable what to do
If I speak
If I keep silent
Speak in silence

Whoa
What went wrong?
We were happy
Now we just don’t know
Without anda
I just don’t know what to do
Please guide me
To that blurring light
Tonight

With a deep breath
And no death
Maybe I will come
Without feeling numb
anda can tampil me
And I can choose
To follow
atau continue blindly

Whoa
What went wrong?
We were happy
Now we just don’t know
Without anda
I just don’t know what to do
Please guide me
To that blurring light
Tonight

Now last time
Admit your crime
That is what anda did wrong
Yet I still miss you
And all the stupid things anda do
I will wait for you
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posted by coriann
The maid was our friend, we used to talk to her about everything. She was a black, African American woman, fairly old, mildly chubby. She usually wore a jeans and anything she felt comfortable in and a plain white celemek and head tie. We introduced her to the cult master but she refused, even though she liked him. We saw her in the mall, talking oleh the phone booth. Everyone walked oleh but i stayed and waited to talk to her. I smiled every time I saw her, and it usually lingered on until a while after she was gone.
Mrs Sami stood there talking on the phone, she saw me. She smiled and waved and...
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posted by POPclogger216
I had originally planned doing this for A Choice, with the song sort of depicting what happened, but I decided not to. So, picture this as any couple/ people anda want, whether they’re form the story, your own, atau whoever. Merry Christmas!

I do not own the song, nor (most likely) the plot.

~*~

Two friends; nothing more, nothing less. One, who had never had snow in her natal memories before, and the other, who had lived with white Christmases most of his life. This is a story of friendship, laughter, a hint of love, and a few memories being made.

~*~

Sleigh bells ring, are anda listening?
In the...
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Hiya! I'm Rose and I'm gonna tell anda guys a story about magic mischief and fun! It all started on a Saturday in Spring. I was on my porch swinging in the hammock and membaca a book when I saw a twinkle in the corner of my eye. I just shrugged it off and continued reading. Then I saw it again. So I got up and walked around looking for it. I saw it again so I ran towards it and it moved so of course like any 11 tahun old would do I followed it. It was still moving so I ran faster and it moved faster and faster. So I ran even faster then it disappeared and I looked around to see where I was at...
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No one please make this your own book cause im already doing that and im posting this up casue im gonna see what other people think about it.

In the secret, almost spirit world of Viver (pronounced like viper), there is this very abberant boy name Eduardo. He was the disgrace of everyone in SA1 (secret area 1). He would get in fights from toddlers to the eddlers. Anyone who fought with him (Eduardo started the fights), would get in trouble. One time he fought with the most smartest kid in all of Viver. The leaders of SA1 decided that the smartest kid would be banished (by banished in their world...
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How A Screenwriter Can Cope With Negative Feedback On Their Screenplay oleh Barbara Nicolosi and Vicki Peterson of 'Notes to Screenwriters' via link For lebih videos, please visit link
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“Even as a child I had a wild imagination. A younger child, I should say. I’m only sixteen now, so I could be considered a child to some. Oh, oleh the way, my name is Sarah Way. I live in a small town called Ammarion. It’s a growing town found in Idaho. It’s in Idaho, if that tells anda anything.” Sarah began. “I’m here to tell anda my story. I know anda are skeptical about magic, but anda won’t be after hearing my story.”
    I’d like to drag anda back in time with me. We only need to go back to last summer. School had just gotten out and I had ample plans...
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menulis One Screenplay In 12 Days And Another In 9 Days oleh William C. Martell at Story Expo 2014 via linkFor lebih videos, please visit link
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