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posted by TheGoldenHeart
Hi there everyone!

I'm a writer and I'd love some international support for my story that I already gave to Colin Morgan personally as a gift. He inspired me for a certain character and it was given more as a sign of gratitude for the inspiration rather than for him to read it. No idea if he ever would, but I just hope the effort I put into translating it just for him made him happy that day. What a brilliant actor ^^ Anyways - I've created a club and this account itself for communicating with future readers. I don't want to bother anyone with it, but how else could you let people know your story even exists before it's published?

I promise I have put a lot of effort into it! It took me three years to create this world and the characters. Maybe you'll fall in love with "The Golden Heart". I'm striving for an international release of the book and what I need for that is support, support, support and lots of love!

I love everyone who tries to do the smallest thing to help!

Please check:

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and my blog:

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Love,
Vanessa
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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 apron 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 by the phone booth. Everyone walked by 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 you want, whether they’re form the story, your own, or 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 Christmas 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 you listening?
In the...
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Hiya! I'm Rose and I'm gonna tell you 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 reading 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 year 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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“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, by 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 you anything.” Sarah began. “I’m here to tell you my story. I know you are skeptical about magic, but you won’t be after hearing my story.”
    I’d like to drag you 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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posted by coriann
The window. It was open ever so slightly. If I could just slide through without making any sounds I could do this. And I did. I fell onto the concrete bit of floor with no railings. The sun was out now. Shining bright. I looked down, way down, way down at the light green trees in the car park. Just then I got an idea (the car park)
A police car flew by. Moss green with its black and brown spots and broad wings. I took a glance at the pistols. Guns, that's what i needed. But how was I supposed to get down from there? The police car flew closer. I knew what I had to do. I got up and shook myself...
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posted by amethyst44
I was born, yet I felt as though I lived before.

I breathed, though I struggled for the air that would keep me sane.

I ate food and drink, but I still craved for more.

I slept, but I was still awake and pulsing with energy inside.

I made my first friend, but I knew I would have to say goodbye sometime.

I felt fear, even though my head was streaming with it already beforehand.

I felt joy, yet my body ached of pain and sorrow.

I wept, but my tears tasted of sweet wine instead of seasalt.

I ran through the light of the morning sun, though my spirit raced into the wild night.

I dreamed of heroes and happiness, knowing however that it was an illusion upon waking up.

I looked into eyes of beauty, only to see them wash away the next day.

I fell weak and frail, but my spirit strengthened the loss.

I reached for hands of help, only to have them drag me down.

I closed my eyes, to see the light.

...to thus being born again...
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Her mind replayed the images. The dark eyes staring into hers, his hair hanging over his forehead. The soft curve of his mouth as he whispered the inaudible words. The same guy that had filled her dreams for the last week and a half. Her thoughts completely focused on trying to figure out what those words were, and more importantly who he was. Usually she could always place a name with a face yet here she drew a complete blank. Maybe, she decided, he doesn’t even exist. It was only a dream after all. A figment of her imagination created to distract her from the far from exciting...
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