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“I can’t believe girls got a ghost hunt” Rocco mumbled. We were all bummed the girls always got the good cases. “Yeah, I heard it’s about a guy who had scratched on his back” Max said. I sighed. “What cases do we have?” I asked Caleb looked down at his computer. “A girl says that her boyfriend was on a hiking trip and he hasn’t called or communicated with her since last week” he said. I rolled my eyes. “Do you think there’s anything to worry about?” I asked them, they all shrugged but Caleb nodded. “Even if there isn’t we have to help her anyway”...
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posted by gossipgirlxoxo
I walked in and saw Dawn and Thor. I walked over and gave them both a look. “Where are mom and dad” I asked looking around the house. Dawn smile. “Still in Australia” I looked at Dawn with a confused smile. “Well then what’s going on” I asked. I was angry at Thor and Dawn and not because of Liz or that mom and dad were still in Australia, but because they weren’t telling me anything. “Well?” I asked. Thor looked at me but he didn’t smile he just stared at me. “We were told to go home, we don’t know anything” he said in a clam voice. I heard a bang, I turned and saw...
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posted by CheeryDavis
Hi, so this is my first story put on here! It's in poem style so i thought what the hay i'll post it! so here it is:

the sky turns black and gray
all the color withers away
but in your arms i will stay
come what may

the lights could dim
the sky could fall
the world could stand still
but your arms are all i can feel
and in them i will stay
come what may

the waves come crashing
pulling me into the deep
but your arms are all i can feel washing over me
and as you pull me up and hold me close
i know that you will never let go
in your arms i will stay come what may

the sky shines bright for the first time is...
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posted by iluvtheshow
I remember the day I fell in love.
Not just simple love.
No, this was head over heels, I'd die for you love.
I remember where I fell in love.
A small middle school in a small town.
A place you could easily miss.
I remember the my matchmaker.
A short women, but with more fire then you could ever imagine.
More passion for what she does then I had ever seen.
I remember my girlfriends who were with me.
My athletic, sassy, fun-loving chicks.
My flirting consultants.
I remember him.
Good God, he was beautiful.
Yes, I remember the day I fell in love.
True Love.
Head over heels love.
With..................
Basketball.

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This is dedicated to my first real basketball coach. She taught me not just how to play basketball, but how to be part of a team. I have so much respect for her and I know I should thank her everyday for helping me fall in love. For Coach Joy.
posted by CullensFinest13
You hurt me I hope you die I cant belive I trusted you I cant belive I loved you I cant belive I stayed up and worried that you wouldnt call. I cant belive that i loved you i trusted you and cared for you. im tired of you its time i let you go but your always there you wont leave me alone...its time for you to leave so never come back walk out of my life i am going to lock my door and never let you back in stay out so i can be happy you need you need to die let me live my own life you shouldnt be controlling me anymore im not property im a human and i dont belong to the likes of you, you were...
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posted by vampiress015
I presuming we all joined this spot 'cos we love to write, right? If so then you all know what I'm talking about when I say that we all love our main characters and sometimes want to make them the best people in the world.

B-O-R-I-N-G

Yes, we want to make our main character gets the best out of the story, since it's their story. But if they're the best people in the world it doesn't really make them believable and then the reader just doesn't care about them (which is hard to understand cos we as the writer love em, but unfortunantley it's true)

So here is my step-by-step guide to make sure that...
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posted by Sweet_Pants
Just a poem. I hope it isn't much of a bother to rate.

I dream of all things

Uncertain of dark deeds and pasts

Within these thoughts as dark as sea

When once those wings of black

Hung over all

Shadowing but of the wretched white

That blinds me of all beauty.

I dream of all things

From happiness to highs

Let down these pills

Or I’m gone, retreat inside my mind

Where none but the darkest thoughts

Swallowing twilight

I dream of all things

From the stories told by hidden scars

Unable to show themselves

Under this intense scrutiny

That makes up this world’s attire

To the times that I could be happy

Without a drug to create

The much-needed illusion...


I dream of all things
No matter of their contents
Because, well,
Nightmares are still dreams.
posted by mrs-mindfreak
I decided to do a story where I put my iPod on shuffle and start writing. Lucky for me, all the songs were basically sad or angry music. So this is what I came up with :)

The rain pattered on the windows drowsily, drowning out Alana’s choking sobs. She sat in her favorite wooden rocker, and buried her face in her hands miserably. Her black hair clung to her sweaty face. Her clammy palms were wet from tears. She never wanted to move from that spot again. Although she was filled with irrevocable remorse, she felt comfortable there. No one in the house, rain falling softly outside, and just...
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‘You shouldn't have shot the dog.’ That single thought reverberated inside my head, knocking from side to side, smashing at the sides of my skull until I had to put my hands to my temples in a futile attempt to stop the pain. The man sitting next to me took a swig of his whiskey, the glass bottle knocking against his yellowed and rotten teeth. His other hand held onto the steering wheel, maneuvering the car down the winding and deserted stretch of highway. I leaned my head against the cool glass of the passenger side window, willing my head to stop pounding. From the radio, the soft strains...
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The Writer Behind the Words
The Writer Behind the Words
Luck has little to do with link. A long lasting writing career doesn’t just happen. A writer can burst onto the scene and quickly disappear. Another can have a series of hits then write a bunch of flops and never be heard from again. The difference between a long lasting career and one that burns out is strategy. Here are seven rules to help you find the right strategy for you and get you started on your journey to long lasting success.

Learn the power of focus. For most of us, we have more than enough to do on a daily basis. And when it comes to any writing project the list can grow exponentially-...
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posted by Flana_2
    “Do you realy think we’ll catch a shooting star with all the lights”?
        “Sure we will” Gina said, “I hope”. I was laughing at her when she called out, “Make a wish”! I turned to a long, pink faded.
        “Like I didn’t see that coming”!    
My mom came outside.
     “Gina, your mom is waiting out front” Her smile came back.” At least we saw something”!! She trough her messenger bag over her shoulder. I smiled...
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posted by Flana_2
Hi! I’m Lisa, the newest of the Hoycan clan. My story of how I got here is a tale of braveness, bullies, and ocean water. So snuggle up with a great friend and a big bowl of popcorn and begin a journey like none other you ever come by!! GO ON!!!
Two gorges animals were running off into the moon light. Ones name was Lisa, the other was Brad.
“I love you Lisa” Brad said
“I love you too Brad”! They were a short distance away when RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINGGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The school bell rang for lunch. I awoken from my daydream and hurried out the door. Hi, I’m Lisa the average...
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posted by TeamRosalieHale
25: Freewill

They walked up the metal staircase, stepping on a solid metal platform that extended from one wall to the next. This room was much brighter, lit by dozens of lights, one area tucked away in a corner was nearly blanketed in darkness. Jack walked half-way across it before he stopped and looked down. “What is this?” she asked though she suspected she knew the answer.
“It’s where the magic happens.” She looked down, several people in white lab coats walked around two people on separate hospital beds, they were motionless and were hooked up to life support systems. They moved...
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posted by TeamRosalieHale
24: Victim of the Game

The rest of the trip was in relative silence. Rosalie seemed ok after a while, even talking to Luke and Michael. To Jack, she spoke with her mind only. Tristan had gone to his room-to work on something though what no one knew. At long last the carriage came to an abrupt and Tristan came out, his face grim.
“That bad?” Jack asked, looking up at him.
He didn’t answer, just looked down. “What?” Rosalie asked him, sensing that something big had been kept from her.
No one answered, they all silently got off but Rosalie was not done. “What is going on? Jack?”...
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posted by TeamRosalieHale
23: Run to the Hills

IT had caught the right trail, was following it again, swiftly passing into Indiana, Ohio followed minutes later. Yes, IT was getting closer to what master wanted-and this time nothing would stop IT.
Nothing.
Already the carriage had passed into West Virginia, Tristan and Jack were both tense as to what was waiting at home, though they hid it from Rosalie as well as they could. “Are you sure you don’t need to hunt?” Jack asked her for the billionth time.
She sighed but smiled. “I’m sure. The day I found you again we had hunted.” She made a face as she said...
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posted by TeamRosalieHale
18: Home

The day was nearly over, by now they had reached their destination: Springfield, Illinois. Several times the carriage had stopped, Tristan leaving for short periods of time, always returning silent, the carriage marched on. He had retired when they were almost in Illinois, coming upon the border between Iowa and Illinois. David had remained with Jack and Rosalie, though he kept to himself, For Whom the Bell Tolls had been replaced with A Tale of Two Cities. Eventually though he too went to his room, leaving Jack and Rosalie alone.
They were on the couch, Rosalie’s head on Jack’s...
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posted by TeamRosalieHale
8: Sickness

IT was having a great time, trampling through Mexico, killing more undead creatures, then up-wards through Arizona where they were much harder to find. Nevada was not much better so IT turned to California and had so much success there IT considered never leaving.
Until the master spoke to him again. “That’s enough.” IT looked up and growled, having just finished off two IT was craving more. “I need the girl. You must not lose her.” IT rolled IT’s eyes and grunted, sprinting off to show master how fast it could go. “I’m well aware of your talents-I created you....
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posted by TeamRosalieHale
2: The Hunter

The nightmare started on January 13, 2009 and did not end for nearly twenty years. In those twenty years, it is estimated that the extinction of vampires became the closest in nearly three centuries. The first year alone over 2,000 of them were reported as M.I.A. or deceased.
No one is quite sure what IT was or where IT came from or if IT will come back again. The physical characteristics of IT also changed though those that saw and lived to tell the tale keep their lips closed for fear of starting an unnecessary rouse. Despite the different circumstances in which IT was seen,...
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posted by Fangirl99
i dindnt say anything for a minute,then i spoke.

'do you know why?"

'well,she said something about an old friend in texas." izzy told me.

"you dont think.."

"maybe.where else could she have gone?"

"come by my house after school,i have plan."

After school,izzy came over.We went to my room.

"what are we gonna do?"izzy asked,as soon as she walked in the room.

"wee gonig to find aslee" i siad,trying to sound as serious as possible.

"youre kidding,right? i mean,where are we gonna go?"izzy said.

"texas"

she stared at me.Blankly.Not saying a thing.As if she was gonna drop dead.


"izzy?"i asked,trying to get her back to reality.

"you must be on drugs," she said

"what?"

"youve got to be joking me.i mean,your mom is not gonig to take us,my mom is dead,and theres no way ere gonna..wait...your not saying?

"yep,wee going to texas"
posted by Fangirl99
As i walk down the street,i wish i was still in bed.Dreaming about the day that just ended.Summer vacation


"back to hell,"i said.When i say that,i mean school.
in my books,its basically the same thing.

"hey jamie!"my friend izzy calls from across.

i run down t otalk to her

"hey,"i said,putting my hair back form my face."
"wheres Ashlee?"

"umm,i gotta go,bye!" she ran out of site.

"at lunch,i treid to fine izzy and ask her what the hell happened earlier

"hey,izz"i said,sitting next to her.
"wheres ashlee?"

"um......"she looked like she was gonna vomit or something.i didnt understand why.

"ive been wondering...
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