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posted by ZekiYuro
Here are some more texts from people.
1.Writing and then sending a funny e-mail or text message to my friends.And of course,imagining their faces when they read it.

2.I really like driving at night when there's no traffic,listening to my favourite music.I feel completely free.

3.Staying in bed on Sunday morning and reading the newspaper.Then getting up very late and having my dog for a walk.

4.I enjoy going to the jym and really getting tired then taking a long hot shower followed by a nice hot cup of tea.There's nothing better.

5.Turning off my computer at the end of the day.Leaving work,and getting into my car to go home!It's the best moment of the day.I love it!
Hannah met Jamie in the summer of 2004.It was Hannah's 21st birthday and she and her friends went to a club.They wanted to dance,but they didn't like the music so Hannah went to speak to the DJ."This music is awful,",she said."Could you play something else?"The DJ looked at her and said,"Don't worry,I have the perfect song for you."

2 minutes later he said:''The next song is by Coldplay.It's called Yellow and it's for a beautiful girl who's dancing over there."Hannah knew that the song was for her because she was wearing a yellow dress.When Hannah and her friends left the club,the DJ was waiting...
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posted by mitchie19
In a town called Millrace, there were two Japanese teenagers named Keiko and Hideki. They’ve known each other their whole lives. They’ve been faithful, loyal and kept each others secrets. But they’ve never planned of falling in love.
When midnight came, Keiko left her Grandmother’s house to meet with Hideki in the mountains.
“Come on, Hideki! You’re slower than a turtle!” Keiko halfway joked while climbing the mountain with him. “Am not,” Hideki scoffed. “I can see the view already, we’re almost there!” Keiko added excitedly. When they reached the top of the mountain,...
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posted by wantadog
Chapter 2!


Juliet retrieved the papers from the chicken pen, saying hi to a few of them while she was there, and made her way towards the road. She considered going back to ask her mother about dad again, but decided that it could wait. She would talk to her about it when she got back. Jessica reached the gate leading to the road and left, taking care to remember to close it. Her farm was about a mile away from the rest of the town, so it took her about 10 minutes of walking to arrive. On the way, Juliet dropped a piece of paper. Her hands were pretty full, so she folded it and put it in her...
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posted by alliXcobber
Chapter 4
    “This is crazy,” her sister told her as she handed her a mug of hot chocolate in her city apartment.
    “Tell me about it,”
    “How’s Dad?” Savannah asked.
    “He’s gone,”
    Savannah rushed over and gave Samantha a hug, stroking her hair, and crooning “Oh Sam,”
    “We all knew it was coming,” Samantha stated.
    “Yeah, but never so soon”
    “How would you know? You never even bothered...
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posted by fangs286
I ran as hard as i could, my feet smaking the ground, crushing leaves and twigs.
I heard my own breath ragged but i kept running. David had already been taken and so had Amy but i wasn't giving up that easily. I threw another look over my shoulder, even though i didnt hear anything. Of course there was nothing there.
They were to smart for that.
In my haste, i tripped over a tree that had fallen. i tried to scramble back up, but i hard set of arms grabbed my shoulders. I screamed, but i knew that no one would come for me. So when the hand clamped over my mouth i stopped my protests. Of course...
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Hmm...James, bringing back any memories-Lulu
Hmm...James, bringing back any memories-Lulu
____after school_____getting ready in Lulu's bathroom
I was listening to "Bella's Lullaby"from my faveorite Robert Pattinson flicks.It was blasting through the speakers.Andria was applying baby blue eyeshadow.I was putting on mascara.I popped my lips when the song was over.The next song that came up was Ke$ha's "Blah Blah Blah".I looked over towards Andria.We loved this song.We started singing.Halfway through the song I heard my phone singing "Fearless"by Taylor Swift.That meant it was Rob.I picked it up and put it on speaker."Hey Rob!"I said."Hey,Lu."he said."Andria's here too."He chuckled."Cool.Hey...
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posted by breebree446
Hope I manage to get your juices flowing!
Hope I manage to get your juices flowing!
Let's face the facts. All writers get writer's block every now and then. That time when you writing and you just stop because you can't get any ideas. I write all the time, so I get Writer's block constantly. And news flash...it bites! But there are some things I do to overcome them. This is a little article to help all my fellow writers out there!

1. Take a Break!

Believe it or not, it helps to back away from the story for a little while. I mostly write at night when my parents are sleeping. When I get stuck, I sit in the recliner for a few minutes with my mp3 player and daydream. More often...
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posted by Cutebutcrazy--
I.    Book Title.
A.    Alice unknown
II.    Do you plan on writing more books?
A.    Yes. I would like to write a sequel to Alice Unknown.
B.    I wanted Alice Unknown to be longer too.
C.    Also I would like my next to be more dramatic.
D.    I have a 35 chapter book online too.
E.    And some anime.
III.    Any advice to anyone who wants to do something like this?
A.    Follow your dreams.
B.    Don’t...
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Arlette and I walked into my own house as if I was a stranger or something.I saw everything in a different way;in a baby form now.Like,would my huge sparkly white wooden staircase be dangerous for the "thing" that was inside of me?The fact that my house had over 15 sockets scared me or at least scared the "thing".
"Wow Ann,I've really missed your house."Arlette took in a big breath as if she hadn't been to my house in ages.When really she came twice last week and stayed over both Friday and Saturday night.
"I'm sure it has missed you too Lettee."
Arlette plopped on the couch while I just stood...
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Hey guys! I just wrote this poem. I haven't written a poem in quite a while, maybe a year, and this one's an attempt to get back on the poem writing path. Well hope you like it, and please, if possible, add a comment saying what you think.

Me and Those

Ever noticed that in this life
Everyone wants you to do something,
Or be something
That sometimes you don’t want to be?

They are those!
You know them!
You probably have those in your house.
They are those who expect you to take a path,
Even though,
Sometimes,
You don’t want to take.

They are those who expect you to be great,
Even though,
Sometimes,
You prefer to be small and humble.

But do you think,
For the slightest second,
That they care about that?
They don’t!

They are your parents,
Your grandparents,
Your Uncles and aunts,
That since you were born,
Came up with a path for you in life.

But know this,
And say it to yourself:
They are those, they matter,
But me is I,
And I’m the main character.
posted by BellaSwan636
Serena

She screams every time a police officer or strange nurse touches her. She refuses to hear them out. So, until further notice, she is staying in my apartment.

I glance at the clock in the waiting room. It's past midnight. Wow. Jamie and Ashleigh are asleep on a small green couch, with a receiving blanket draped over them. I pick them both up, since Kayla and I are free to leave, and we all walk outside to my car. Kayla opens the back door, and while I'm strapping the two little girls in, I signal for her to get in on the passenger side.

She's a broken person. You only need to look at her...
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posted by CullensFinest13
This is how you breathe; this is how you look; this is how you understand; this is what you need to live; this is how you laugh; this is how you smile; this what makes the world go round; this is what makes you cry; this is what takes you places; this is the beauty of the dreams; this is how you sing; this is how you breathe; this is what you feel; this is how you dream. Don’t be the victim; be the strong one; be the back bone; be the things all you want to be. Never doubt; never question; never stop believing; please understand. This is how you scream; this is how you play; this is how you...
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posted by TheHiddenCane
Selfless acts were uncommon in her universe... all human contact she'd gotten the last few months were Japanese tourists that wanted to capture the bad side of the city on their nice little holiday, by means of escaping the shopping malls, crowded museums and crammed amusement parks that were drowning in bliss and manic happiness.
Yeah, she was the bad side of the city... she was the part that was better left unseen and little people actually saw it. Some of them actually asked for her permission! Why? What would she do? Sue them? She was a stain on the face of society, something like a pimple...
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posted by Spotty_Vision21
I shouldn’t have shot the dog. I definitely shouldn’t have shot the dog. Even if he did chew upon my prized drumsticks, and feast upon my freshly-baked brownies. The little white-and-brown terror, Mickey, belonged to my neighbor. My neighbor, an 87-year-old chain-smoker named Mary, rarely left the confines of her living room. She sat, day in and day out, as her precious mutts wreaked havoc about the neighborhood.
You can see it! My house, the little beasts have chewed upon everything their gnashing, tiny, sharp little teeth could find. I did my best to keep them out, but the little bastards...
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posted by lucius_malloy
Under the surface of the ever-moving ocean, it is calm.
There are hardly any sounds bouncing about the vast space, and the ones that are have been muted, many times over. The roaring of a ship’s engines, mighty as a lion, is only a faint humming sound, more felt than heard as it vibrates its way through your body.
You’re floating, floating in a mass of blue. The only thing you can see is blue, blue, and blue – different shades, some lighter than others, some dark as a winter night in the North, but blue nonetheless. Now that you think about it, it’s slightly disturbing – oppressive,...
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posted by Epismatic
You held up your pumpkin spice finger,

With a playful wink,

Your sweetness saved me several times,

When I was on the brink,

The warmth within your spritely smile,

Allowed me to be real,

Your cinnamon and sugar hugs

They taught me how to feel.

I'd run down to the coffee shop,

So I could see your face.

You've seen me at my happiest,

You've seen me in disgrace.

And though you're always beaming,

Still I feel the need to say,

It's okay if you have some days,

Where your spice fades away.
posted by Epismatic
The Man With No Eyes Collection (2): User




It works fast like a drug, when it’s shot through my veins,

And it lights up my fire, when it reaches my brains,

Irresistible tickle, in the depths of my chest,

I dissolve into ashes, and forget all the rest.

If you make my heart dance, I will dance in your hand,

Give me my one desire, I’ll be at your command,

Constant rushes of sugar, swirling colors and light,

There’ll be no troubled sleep, for this body tonight.


This one is short and sweet, sung from the perspective of someone who's willingly being taken advantage of, as long as he gets what he wants. Hence the double meaning of the title "User," which could refer to to an addict, or someone literally "using" another person for their own gain.