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Submitted by Cinders 10 days ago

I figured that instead of reposting all my writing here, i'd just give the link to my profile for if anybody wants to read my stories, psst, I totally recomend Tremble For My Beloved.(it's my favorite piece of mine)

Submitted by Jeffersonian 17 days ago

Submitted by j1edwardcullen7 22 days ago

This is going to show you the meaning of The Tell-Tale Heart by Edgar Allen Poe. There's a little cartoon, and then a summary. The actual story isn't there.

Submitted by j1edwardcullen7 22 days ago

Submitted by j1edwardcullen7 22 days ago

Excerpt:
Ok People of fanpop! This is my first ever story and this is just the summary to it and if you guys like it then I will write the actual story.



Amber, a fifteen year old in her sophomore year of high school, was a nobody. She wasn't popular, pretty, or even ugly or dumb. Amber wasn't anything and all that she had to her life was her best friend Kiley. All of that changed one late afternoon on highway 107 in Brookville New york. After that, the only thing that Amber remembers is waking up in a damp, dark room, strapped to a chair, dead. Now she must find out where...

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Chapter10: Edwards pov
Days passed one by one and I was getting more suspicious about Bella I could see it in her eyes that she truly hated Damien but here actions were telling something different the ways her body curled around him the way she hugged him, kissed him I just wanted to get up and kill him. even Alice saw a few visions of it and sent Emmett and jasper to get a hold on me but even with all this evidence that maybe ,maybe Bella loved him but I knew there was something wrong, her eyes were so sad, emotionless and cold, she's not the happy perky Alice like but not annoying...

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She crawls into a memory.
She sits, she cries, knees folded up to her chest.
Life is not like it used to be.

Why can't she enjoy life like she did before?
Because she had no life then, no identity.
She was what others told her to be.
She has learned.
She is gaining an identity.
She doesn't know who she is.
She only recently discovered that she didn't know,
That she had no life, no identity.

It's looking for her,