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posted by pugglelover2000
The car skidded off and Josie bumped up against something in the trunk,"OW!"She yelled.She heard Rachel and her friends talking.She strained to listen.

"Um,Rachel you know we could get in BIG trouble for this,right?"Haley asked."Why,are you scared?"Rachel replied,then snorted."Um,no.I just don't want to get in trouble."Haley said."Yeah Rachel,this is,like,kidnapping."Destiny commented."UH!I should have known you two would wimp out!"Rachel complained.

Finally,they came to a stop."Come on you two and help me with her!"Rachel screamed.Then Josie heard doors slamming shut and gravel crunching under 3 pairs of feet.

The car trunk opened and light flooded in."Where are we!?"Josie screamed."I'll tell you when I get you where I want you."Rachel replied.

The girls lifted her out of the car,and then Josie could finally see her surroundings.There was a forest all around them,with big great pines.Also,there was a small cabin made of wood in front of the car.

They marched in the cabin and up the stairs,and down a hall into a HUGE room with a pretty big sized window and a big blue bed.A dresser made of oak was beside the window,and another door,probably a closet,was across from the bed.

They tossed Josie down on the bed."We're at my summer home,well,ONE of them at least."Rachel beamed."Now,one of you go lock the down stairs door,and another go get a water bottle for our GUEST here,"Haley and Destiny rushed out of the room,mumbling things to themselves.
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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 cutiegirl01
(Please tell me your opinion on my story and be truthful please!)

    “Erik get down here now!” My father yelled.
    “I’m coming, I’m coming!” I hurried down the stairs. I learned in the last 17 years I’ve been alive, that if my dad calls me I need to be down fast…or else…
    I got down the stairs, and went into the living room where he always sat on his days off. “Yes, dad? What can I get you?”
    My mother smiled up at me from her book, “You are such a good son, Erik-“
    My...
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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...
posted by Pirate_4_life
Chapter one

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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posted by juicyjossy9
1. Practice kindness and gratitude with everyone, including yourself, everywhere and every day, it's great for the soul!
2. The most important sex organ is the brain.
3. Life is too short to waste time hating anyone.
4. Don't take yourself so seriously. No one else does.
5. We all have been born. We all have to die. What's in between is up to us to create.
6. You don't have to win every argument. Agree to disagree.
7. Cry with someone. It's more healing than crying alone.
8. Stop listening to the words you've heard, no one but yourself will agree with you more.
9. Save for retirement starting...
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posted by kayleebabee
umm hey guys sorry i have not posted anything in so long I got major writing block and had to wait untill all of my expertise came back to me.

I seek a release
from the pain that I feel
Inside my heart there is only
Anger, betrayal and sadness!

Lonliness is a terrible thing
with no-one to see the state that Im in
my head is spinning think im gonna be sick
oh please god
send me someone I can relate to

I cant trust my mum shes to far gone
cant trust my dad hes just an ass
If i cant trust my family who can i trust?

Inside my chest is a hole
where my heart once was
My mum cruelly tore it out
and then stamped all over it!
I was only a child
burdened with adult responsibilities!

and inside that hole
If you can see past all of the scars
you will see my suppresed heart!
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chapter four
music says it all

we were running late the day after it had been a great night and by the smile on becs face she enjoyed it too. she tol me last night how tom had asked her out and always liked her but not know what to say.
it was weird in a way talking to becca it was like i knew her, like i knew her from some place but not knowing where.
"hey what do you have first?" i couldn't help asking i wanted to know if she would be in my music and i missed her or something
"ermm... art first you?"
"music" she must have heard the exsitment in my voice cause she gave me a queastion mak face....
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posted by HaleyDewit
We're blind to another one's pain
'Cause we refuse to see
We're deaf to another one's cries
'Cause we refuse to hear
We're dumb to another one's comfort request
'Cause we refuse to speak

But our eyes are wide open
To see another one's mistake
Our ears are open
To hear abouth another one's mistakes
And we can speak
To judge about another one's mistakes

We think we know everything
But we don't know anything
We're ready to judge
But we'd better look in the mirror

Making mistakes is proof your human
Turning your back on those who make them, not so much

He who's without sin,cast the first stone
What hast thou done unto my heart?
Unto my soul what hast become?
When I met thee at the very start,
I knew I could not tell my mum.

Thy language foul, it bothered me,
But I saw through thy ettiquit.
I had seen thine sincerity.
Our conversations my day lit.

What hast thou done unto my heart?
Unto my soul what hast become?
When I met thee at the very start,
I knew I could not tell my mum.

For hours we would sit and talk.
Secretly I admired thee.
My pain I let thee block.
I wanted to know if thou didst too love me.

What hast thou done unto my heart?
Unto my soul what hast become?
When I met thee...
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Are you bored? Despretly trying to find something on Google, but everytime you serch something innoceont weird and gross stuff just overflows your computor screen? Well, join this writing compeition! I will list five random genres and themes I pulled from a hat and all you have to do is write a short story from a genre or theme of your choice but it has to be one of the five. The compeition will run from November 07 2011 - November 21. Voting will start from November 21 - November 31.

Genres:
1. Mystery
2. Fan Fiction (Lucky You!)
3. Sci-Fi
4. Children's
5. Drama

As I said, there random.

Themes:
1. Magic
2. Sacrifice
3. True Story
4. Childhood
5. Anime (For Fan Fiction)
Just Post Your Entry on Fanpop and ur good to go!


The winner will recive 10 props and 5 runners up will recive 3 props. :P
posted by PenelopeWolf1
Prolog;
The Gregindorf Prophecies


"Marinsa," Whispered Yanzo Jamleaf. "Where are you hiding?" Yanzo was looking for his friend and leader Marinsa Jackson. She had been in hiding for so long that Yanzo didnt know where she might be.
Marisa had hair so white it looked like a cloud, and eyes so green it looked like a forest. She was small but was fierce.
Yanzo was the opposite; He had black shaggy hair, blue eyes that looked like electric and was tall.
Yanzo heard a crack of leaves and a twig. He turned and saw Marinsa walking towards him.
"Hello my old friend," She said with a small smile.
...
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posted by inexplicable
I would never have thought that I would ever be here again.
But it still had come to that anyway. I was in the first floor of my old school which I have attended four years ago again. It was still the same. Only the doors were painted newly the corridor, the walls. I heard noises from the gymnasium. I circulated to the third floor to look whether the theater group listed there today. I passed by the keep fit room, where I still had had lessons four years ago once and I had got back the feeling for a short moment to be I myself. How it still have been me four years ago and HE was the only one...
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