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Will

posted by Emoshinell

Here is a poem I wrote about the boy I love. It doesn't rhyme but it doesn't have to to be a poem. Send atau komentar feedback.
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To me, Will is lebih than a name. This is what it means to me:

W is for the softest whisper in the sweetest breeze of spring.

I is for the icy chill that goes down my spine when anda spare me a small glance my way.

l is for the look my penetrating eyes give anda when anda turn away from me; when I want most for anda to stay close to me.

And l is for the unconditional and irrevocable and irrational cinta I feel for your soul.

Without you, my jantung is silent. anda arethe only one who has touched my jantung and it will always be yours. anda are my only love. I've left my jantung with you; look over it closely. It's your only responsibilty. Protect it from all harm. anda are the only one who who ever has and ever will touch my soul. And it too is yours.

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Chapter 2: Gods

posted by gossipgirlxoxo

“Hey” Ethan greeted me and nodded and smiled as much as I didn’t want to get into the whole boy selanjutnya door thing, he had a hot body that anda could see through his tight shirt, and his brown hair matched his dark brown eyes. “Hey, where’s Thor?” I asked as I walked across the dapur floor and sat myself down across from him his dark brown eye’s still no me. “Getting ready, we’re going to a club tonight” he said, still eating his pisang and watching me.”It’s 4 o’clock” I berkata raising my eye brow. We’re going somewhere else first, I would tell anda but I’m afraid...

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Chapter One

posted by Spotty_Vision21

This book is a vampire novel. Simple fact is I disliked Twilight so much I decided to write a half-decent vampire novel. So here is chapter 1
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Eve looked back at her wings. They were magnificent, pure white and shining. They stretched out about 20 feet. Grinning, she gave herself a running start and launched into the air. Momentarily just enjoying the rush, she opened her eyes and gasped. Everything looked so small! The river gracefully curved on for miles. Letting out a small giggle Eve dived. Now she could make out a few faces. Her mother, Janet, waved from the perpustakaan where she worked....

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Critical Decisions

posted by rcostelloe

Coinage of Commitment

I suppose every writer faces the dilemma of criticism. Sure, some suggestions are instantly convincing atau exactly what anda thought you'd hear. But others create a quandary, like a double-edged sword. Should anda accept the criticism, make changes in your work atau your style, atau stick with your own judgment, the one anda started with? Either way, anda could be wrong, and it may take years before anda know the answer. In some cases, there may be highlights in an author's ambition level, atau sense of destination, that make the decision particularly challenging.

For instance, in my own case, I wanted...