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posted by BellaSwan636
Shaun

I still love you, and I always will.

The words witten over three years ago. Does she know that I kept only this piece of the original letter? That reading it still makes me remember every other part? That I sometimes wonder if it's still even true?

I wouldn't say I'd blame her if she had moved on. She had every right. But I never had.

I flinch as I remember what I told Jason.

"Dude, you were gone for, like, a day. Where were you? It's a good thing I covered for you, man. Here are your assignments and whatever. I went to Professor Taylor myself. "Patterns of social behaviour" or something. Like I care. Are you even gonna answer me?"
"Serena dumped me." Who said words couldn't hurt?
"Man, that's rough, dude. I thought she was nice. You know, I used to date this girl, Trixie, cute redhead, I still have her n - "
"No, Jason. Sorry, but no," I say curtly.
"Just sayin'. It's better to get over it with a rebound girl, ya know."
"Shut up! I don't care!"
He is stunned for a moment. "You still care about her?" His tone questioned my sanity.
"Yes, actually, I do," I snap at him.
"She isn't worth it, man. Get over her. The sooner the better."
"I can't."

Silence.
My story will start where everybody else's starts. At birth. I was born on a Memorial Day. There was only one doctor and he was too busy watching the Orlando Magic game to help my mother bring a child into the world. And so, I was a half time baby. With the Magics losing, my family waiting in the hall, and the doctor wishing he was watching the game, I was pushed harshly into this cold, bright and scary world.
First words out of my father's mouth when the doctor placed me into his hands, "Heidi's kinda ugly, isn't she?" For God's sake! I was just pulled out of a woman's stomach! The nurses...
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posted by Dearheart
Darkness whispered outside, and frosty stars sparkled in the windows. Bits of fake snow and glitter were scattered here and there, with crumpled-up programs lying in the pews and the last strains of “Joy to the World” echoing in my head. The Christmas concert was over, and my family was off in the reception hall snarfing down sugar cookies with everyone else. Normally I’d be with her (I have an awful sweet tooth)...but this time, something had told me to stay behind.

I glanced around the sanctuary one last time. The dim lighting combined with Christmas-sparkle gave everything a sort of...
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posted by iluvtheshow
The Day Before Christmas

        The day before Christmas my whole life changed. Time stopped as snow fell. People cried but I didn’t feel any pain. I was full of a sadness that swallowed me whole. I was numb.

    I remember waking up that day, happy and excited. It was the last day before Christmas and I was going shopping. I had just received my license and was quickly becoming independent. My wheels were everything. I searched the house but my parents were gone. I figured they were already out preparing for tomorrow. It was still...
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This article contains suggestions for basic practices for being a good writer, and was last edited on 12 June 2009 (to add the admonition about backups).

How to be a Better Writer
If you're reading this, chances are that you are interested in being a Good Writer: someone who is able to write well and convey ideas effectively through text. Note that we are not talking about being a Successful Writer here, nor a Widely-Read Writer; those are separate concerns. Before you worry about who's going to read your writing or what you can get out of your writing, you should concern yourself with making...
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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 America. It’s really 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 for my three months...
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posted by gossipgirlxoxo
I woke up in my bed Thor was there sitting by me. “What happened?” I said in a confused tone. “You fainted. Now what’s going?” he had control in his voice. “None of your business” I said getting out of bed, he backed off until I reached for the door handle. His hand was holding my arm. “Tell me” his tone was threatening. “Let go of me!” I said, I didn’t struggle he just let go. Me and Thor were always getting into fights and only once did it ever got physical. We were in Paris. He was training me. I never had taken orders from him and I never will. “I will get it out...
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♥ I've always mused about this significant quandary!
Here are some of the provided words that are in the English Dictionary and no other words rhyme with them.

It is sometimes said that the words:

orange, purple, and silver ♥ are the only words which rhyme with no other words.


♥ Non-rhyming English words of two syllables or fewer

almond

aspirin

bachelor

chaos

chimney

circus

different (whether pronounced as two- or three-syllable word)

film

hostage

javelin

justice (only rhymes with proper nouns)

laundry

luggage

monster

month

citrus

office

olive

orange (only rhymes with proper nouns)

pint

penguin

pizza

promise (only rhymes with proper nouns)

purple

shadow

silver

transfer

vacuum
posted by jasperwhlover
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Chapter 3

Now, Serenity on a happier note was learning how to defend herself and about Exorcism she wanted to help Father Bartholomew, even though she was forced by the church to conform to the earthly practices like everyone else and to hide her wings, Father Bartholomew encouraged her heavenly attributes, he made wings, of feathers, waxed together, they were perfect, and everyday, he would teach her to fly as she forgot how because of the number of years that she spent conforming to the earth. Father Bartholomew raised Serenity like a daughter, a few years later, when she...
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Narrator: Macbeth slowly entered the crept room were Duncan was sleeping soundly. Macbeth quietly began to reach for his sharpened dagger. Macbeth pondered many thoughts regarding the demise of Duncan, but never to this degree. Now, the time had come to fulfill the quest to be crowned king. Duncan suddenly returns to reality. Visualizing Macbeth by his bedside withholding a dagger pointed at his wretched chest. Would this mean the end of Macbeth’s planned tragedy or the end of Duncan’s existence?
Duncan: Cousin, why hast thou forsaken me?
Macbeth: Forsaken you? Thou hast forsaken me. Thou...
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posted by iluvtheshow
Hey Mom,
It's been a while
Since you sat next to me,
Since I saw you smile
I miss you Mom
I wish you were here
Giving me kisses
Holding me near
I can still see you Mom,
the laughing happy you
Not the ill broken women
Who broke my heart in two
I'll always remember Mom,
You taught me well
To do good things,
And with Honesty tell
I'm telling you Mom
Losing you killed me
Laying a rose on your casket
Trying hard to be
Strong.
That's what you were Mom,
Strong.
In everything you said
In everything you did
So now I'll be just that
Strong like a mother, not like a kid


I wrote this in honor of any child who has ever lost a parent.
Chapter Three

At the kitchen, wondering when Michael will be coming down and have breakfast with his wife and children, Jamie was at the stove, making some more pancakes and was so into her thinking of Michael that she hadn’t heard a little voice calling out to her “Mama, Mama.” Jamie was still thinking about him for a few more seconds until she felt a little hand tugging at the end of her shirt. Turning around and looking down to see who was tugging the end of her t-shirt, she saw her oldest child, Mac standing next to her and staring at her mother with her brown eyes, giving her that...
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posted by dragonrider
I pull into the parking lot of the country council men office and get out. Hmm what should I do with Elliot? I can't leave him in the car he'll die of heat. I could leave the air on. Nah I'll just put him behind stage when I talk to the councilmen.
I pull out Elliot and put him over my shoulder. Everybody is strong in the future.
Elliot murmurs something like "Oh I love you too Starr!"
Aww how sweet. I take out duct tape and tape his mouth shut. Ahh that's much better
I carry Elliot towards the building and when I get inside I don't see Whitney. Hmm that's strange she works here shouldn't...
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posted by BiteMeCullen107
I was half asleep half awake lying on my stomach. I could feel Jason’s cold fingers slowly moving up and down my bare back. He was humming a lullaby but I didn’t know what it was.
“Do you still want to know my secret?” he asked in a soothing tone. It didn’t help that his voice so soft that it made it harder to stay awake. “Sure.” I said moving closer to him.
“I’ve none you before you were born.” He paused a second. Probably to make sure I wasn’t going to freak out. “I was friends with your mother before you were even born before your mother met your father. I met her...
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I winded the car window down; I could smell the fresh air, it was peaceful. My name is Katelyn Peers, I’m sixteen years old and I have never met my parents. The only family member I have ever known is my brother, Sam, he is my age, his my twin and usually twins are meant to have a bond, there is no bond for us, the only reason he puts up with me is because of our father, I have never met him, but Sam has, and for some reason he has respect for the man. I used to go to Down Cross academy for girls that were until I ran away a year ago with Sam. I turned to see Sam driving the car; his long...
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posted by dragonrider
My name is Starr Makenzie and I'm from the future. Don't laugh at me! It's true. I was born on May 8th 2099. I am currently 16 years old but I am in 2009 right now. I read in my book that 2009 was an interesting year for politics and for the economy. I wanted to come here for a couple of reasons but I can't tell you why.
"Starr Makenzie!" My math teacher Mr. Howards yells at me "Pay attention!"
I look up from doodling and see everybody staring at me. They are all just jealous that I'm the only one getting an A+. I'm actually a really smart person but I don't pay attention in class anymore because...
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Ch.8 is finally here!!!! This chapter is a little different because of one little thing.

*Jamie and Sean are going to be communicating by a little, wonderful thing called the Internet!*

Chapter Eight[b]

For the next four days, Jamie and Sean had bonded pretty well and becoming friends, closer and closer every time they saw each other.

Every morning, when Jamie can get anytime alone to herself after suffering through hell with the kids, she went to the front steps to drink her cup of coffee and just relax until she can hear Sean’s pacing when he runs and before getting to his house next door,...
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posted by Pushkin319
Remember that you want to make a good impression and that the presentation of your manuscript is the first step. When you're preparing a manuscript, whether it's an article, a short story, or a novel, there are certain styles that make your piece stand out. You want it to look professional—not like the large percentage of manuscripts that appear as if the writer took no care at all in the presentation.

Writers disagree on whether editors really care about the typeface and the line spacing and whether the manuscript follows a certain style or format. Some editors don't care about these things,...
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My wide brown eyes glanced around the Bridgewell high school lunchbox and all I saw was the same thing as everyday. The "cool" group, my group, all sitting in the same spot. The middle of the lunchbox, drawing all attention on us with our screaming and giggling. It would usually be me starting the scenes but now I see differently. What’s the point with all the makeup, the new outfit each day and the teasing of the smart kids. I don't want to be this girl anymore, I hate her.
Just at that moment Catherine and Amanda walk past. The smart kids, the ones who care what grades they get and now...
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posted by BellaSwan636
Serena

I'd slept for most of the flight.

Rion was there to meet me, like he promised.

He'd hugged me, told me it would be fine, that I'd be fine.

**************************************************

I took on the job of his personal assisstant, and I made a point to remember everything, from the way he liked his coffee to the way his desk needed re-organizing every few days.

I was a VERY dedicated assisstant.

He helped me with everything; he stood behind me silently as I endured my first morning sickness, and when I went into labour, which was five hours ago he dropped everything to be there for...
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