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In a weekly "test" single people who are looking for a partner ask their mother and their best friend to help.Their mother chooses one partner and their best friend chooses another.The test is to see who can choose the best partner!
This week's single man is Richard Taylor,a 26-year-old musician from Southampton.His mother Meg chooses one girl,and his best friend Danny chooses another.Then Richard goes on a date with each girl.Which girl does he prefer?Who knows him better,his mother or his best friend?Who chooses the right girl for him?


"I usually work in England but sometimes I work abroad too.When I'm not working I like going to the cinema and eating in nice restaurants.I'm not very sporty and I don't do any exercise,but at least I don't smoke.

I think I'm open and friendly-I get on well with most people-but I'm sometimes quite shy too.For example,I don't like going parties.I prefer to meet friends individually or in small groups.

I like intelligent,funny women who make me laugh,and ideally who love music.Physically I prefer women with dark hair who are not taller than me.And I like women who are good listeners.

I'm sure that my friend Danny knows me better than my family because we often talk about girlfriends and the problems we have.I don't usually talk to my family about that kind of thing.My mum always says that I look for the wrong kind of girl but that's what mothers always say!"
In this series of guides, I'll be showing you the best techniques for writing your story. These are tried-and-true techniques, and they work.
First up: characters. Every story has characters. We all know that. But what you may not realize is that some portions of a character need not be mentioned. Why spend three pages on your character's dimples if they have nothing to do with the plot? In order to keep your readers hooked, you have to limit yourself to things that are involved with the plot.
Before you decide on a plot, you should get to know each of your characters. After all, you're telling...
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posted by PhoenixRoyale
This is another poem that I have written. It was inspired by some comments about stuffed animals/plushies on Youtube being people's friends. Enjoy.
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The Stuffed Animal.
To some, they are stupid.
They are useless.
They are disgusting little balls of fluff.

Those people think that it's necessary
to pick on the innocence of others
for having a collection of their own.
They poke fun, they tease, they even insult.

They target that person's age.
Sometimes even their gender.
They think they need to grow up.
They think these fluffy plushies are meant for babies.

But to those innocent people,
the ones who are quite...
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posted by shenelopefan
Dañada

Estoy quebrada. Lo que soy es lo que necesitas. Mi corazón se rompió mucho tiempo atrás, pero no me importó. En ti deposité toda mi esperanza. En ti proyecté, todo lo que odiaba de mí misma y traté de curarte.

Estoy dañada. ¿Qué no lo ves? A tu sola disposición estoy ¿No es así? ¿No ha sido siempre así?

Pero tú también estás dañado. Quizás más que yo. Yo quiero arreglarte, cuidarte, hacerte ver lo importante que eres y lo valioso que tú no ves en ti mismo. Quiero que veas lo mismo que yo veo en ti. Quiero que sepas lo importante que eres para mí.

Soy un desastre....
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posted by shenelopefan
La parte prohibida del parque

"La depresión es la que guía, la alegría es la que llega"

En la ciudad dónde yo vivía de niña, había un parque en dónde siempre pasaba las tardes con mis amigos. Éramos un grupito de niñas y niños que nos juntábamos a jugar en ronda, cantábamos canciones que no tenían sentido (casi nuestro propio idioma, de hecho) y recorríamos todo el parque jugando a las escondidillas.

Bueno, no todo el parque porque había una a la que los adultos no les gustaba que vayamos. Era un sector tan lleno de árboles que, desde afuera parecía una selva en medio de un parque...
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posted by alejpatv
    The light of the fire faded as I got further into the forest. I jumped over roots and ducked under branches that threatened to whip my face. I ran as hard as I could. To escape, I had to keep my sister safe and fulfill the wish of the village chief. My tears already used and dried, but the pain in my heart still wouldn’t leave. An emptiness had taken hold where my safety and secure feelings had once been.
    On the edges of my vision, I saw a flash. I skidded to a stop and looked to where I thought I had seen it. There was a clearing where the full...
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The room is silent, as always. Nothing can be heard, aside from the soft rasp of pencil on paper. Words take form, joining various thoughts into one whole. On the outside, nothing is different from the average writer. To find what sets me apart, we must look deeper than the surface.
Inside my mind, images and ideas race about, sometimes colliding, sometimes not. This whirlwind is composed of everything I know, read, seen, heard, or thought of. It is here that my greatest works begin to form.
To show how thw whiirlwind works, let us have an example. During practice for spring track, I noticed...
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posted by Lord_Anubis
If you mates like it, comment, I'll make more if anyone notices it =3

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''Oi, you guys! What are you doin'?!'' screamed a brown haired boy from the street.
''Mind your own business and go back under your momma's skirt, or you'll get some too!'' replied the tallest boy on playground, probably the leader of the rest 4 boys.
5 of them were teasing one small boy, taking away from him candies and ruining his game on playground. The brown haired boy frowned with his black eyes and started walking towards them.
''You scum really have guts! 5 tall dogs on 1 small...
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posted by dragonsmemory
The Eden Chronicles is the fantasy series I am currently working on. As the series is in progress, I decided to add a club here, allowing you, Reader, to tell me your thoughts.
In writing the series, I decided to document the entire history of Eden. I called this place Eden because it is where the spirits of dead animals and plants are taken. No humanspirit has ever been pure enough to come here. Eden is a true paradise.
The first book, A Little Bit More Than Love, takes place toward the end of Eden's history. Later in the series, I hope to explain the past. Once I get caught up, I will then...
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If we go threw our universe, we come on end of it. Our eyes see it like shadow, it’s cold and slimy, but if we are enough careful, we will see…
…we will se nothing. Our eyes aren’t made to see this material; like mice can not see glass, we can’t see this material called Transparent Dust or Samíbi like human–shape being call it.
They are almost like people. Difference is just in hair and body language. It’s maybe impossible how any person can have different body language than you, but these beings called Pobabs have. When they are happy they lie down on belly, close their eyes and...
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posted by Kimi4312
Chapter 3: Here It Goes Again.
Roxana woke up one night to hear a loud howl outside her window, she slided herself out of bed with her covers wrapped around her, she walked toward the window and saw a somewhat a large white wolf outside, watching her then it turned its head to hear other wolves howling, the white wolf runs off to follow the howl, Roxana felt like she knew that wolf for a long time, Roxana walked back to her bed and lies down, but she couldn't sleep, she kept tossing and turning but she couldn't sleep, she sat up, grab her wallet and pull out a photo of a beautiful, pale-skinned,...
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posted by Kimi4312
Chapter 1: Don't Change Me.
A young and beautiful succubus named Roxana opened her green eyes as she sees the sun flooded her dark room with lights from her windows, she sat up in her twin bed, the mattress was tan and her covers were chocolate brown color, she pulled herself out of the bed and throws on her black tank top, then she slipped on her jeans on her long and beautiful legs, Roxana then walked in her bathroom and brushed her long red hair slowly as she stares at herself in the mirrior, she put her brush on the sink and walked outside, as she walks, she turns around as she feels like...
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We were builders. We were builders, fighters, scholars, but more importantly, friends. When the Government took all our rights away, our food, money, our culture, we allied ourselves against it. But they had a machine. A machine that could sail the seas and air. It was called, The Oppresive. The Oppresive forced us underground, making us creatures of the very soil they walk on. But it is time for our revolution. We have a great machine, bigger than the Oppresive, and stronger than it. It will trample them like a boy tramples grass. No resistance at all, we are sure of it. We are ready. We have...
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posted by DarrenGruch
Ever since my family died down to be just me.... I`ve been alone since they died in a car accident. I got out fine (only with cuts and a migrane), but they died. I now live with my grandpa... but he doesn't get me..... I cut my self, dresss diffrently, and never really talk.

4 days after the funeral for my family.... I became Emo. But the day my Family died, something changed within me..... something good went rotten.
My Grandpa see's it, but ignores my pain and anger... only if that drunk driver that hit us was sober and never... spun out of control. Some day I hope his heart gives out and he dies in jail.

Does any one feel the same?
posted by noahnstar1616
"Are okay, V?" Francine was checking me for bruises.

"I'm fine."

"We're so telling the principal." Zoey grabbed my arm.

"No, it's okay. She didn't hurt me." I rubbed my arm where Mercury dug her nails in. She didn't leave permanent marks.

"What happened?" They both waited for my response.

I told them how Mercury knew that I felt something when Cameron was visiting me in the hospital. How she knew I was trying to get him back. How I saw her eyes glowing red, like a sea witch's eyes when angry.

"You know what this means, right?" Francine and I waited for Zoey's answer. "That Mercury is the sea witch...
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posted by gumball789
I live in my opinion possibly the most ghetto town in the United States, Pittsburgh. People have been committing suicide all over town. Population all over town has been decreasing, fast. Some of my friends were so depressed that they were thinking about "joining the crowd". I wouldn't live without my friends. I don't want my friends to go as well as my mom and dad. Yes, I'm an orphan. I've been an orphan for about three weeks. My friends have disappeared. I think they went to Clarion; but I could be wrong. There have been tons of fights at my school. Most of the people that were committing suicide were middle school and high school aged. I was getting really tired really fast. I climbed up in a tree and found a comfortable spot and fell asleep. Next thing I knew, I was tied up on a pole.







Sorry for cliffhangers....
posted by DxCFan123
I came back to reality when she mentioned coming home. "N-N-No it's fine, I can go home by myself" I said to her
"Come on! It's OK with me!" she said and pulled me out of the hospital and forced me to tell her the way home. I told her to stop when we arrived in the cemetary. "My house it just down there" I said, pointing down the street to some houses.
"No one has lived in that house for years, Sam. They're still all for sale, too." she said, glaring at me through her slit eyes. She turned around and pushed me through the large gates causing me to almost fall over a headstone. Suprisingly, I...
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posted by DxCFan123
.. my little sister Leaisl. B-B-But the image wasn't from my eyes, no. From her eyes at my... my funeral

'Sam is very peaceful, Mama. I would love to be like her' I said, twirling Samantha's hair around my finger
'Lea, she's-' said Kevin
'She doesn't know!!' Grandma hissed back
'Know about what?'
'That Sammie is in a state of peace. To be like her, you must disconnect from the li- I mean, outside world. Are you willing to do this?'

Godfather Wolf stepped out of the shadows behind us and into the light. He stared at me with his one eye, the other bandaged. 'I-I-I am not sure. I will think about it,...
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Jed was a part of the Rebellion against the Syndicate of Alien Beings (S.A.B.). Or like most enslaved races call them, the Monsters. In 2067, S.A.B arrived on Earth in search of fuel sources for their machines, not expecting to find a whole planet that has been living for centuries unconquered. Caught unexpected, the S.A.B. slowly amassed their forces, while countries all across world united. North Korea, Russia, China, all those countries that were on the opposing sides during all the wars, united alongside all the other countries. With the whole world united, the U.W.O. (United World Order)formed...
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posted by DxCFan123
"Oh, hey Sam!" I said as I found her in the hall while going to lunch. "How are you? You seem upset. Something wrong?" I said. The edges of my skirt floated up as I walked. Marie's jewelery jingled along my neck, ears, wrists and fingers. It really hurt to get my ears pierced, but the earrings are so beautiful!

"Nothing's wrong" she murmured and pulled her arms closer to her chest. She looked away from me, at the floor. "Ah, come on! Something's gotta be wrong! Trust me! I know! One time, my cousin, Valeria, accidently fell off her carriage and twisted her ankle. But, still, she told us she...
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posted by noahnstar1616
My heart rate increased, causing my heart monitor to start beeping erratically. Not at the sight of Cameron, but at the sight of Mercury.

Cameron must've noticed because he ran up to me and said, "Vanessa, calm down."

I kept my eyes on Mercury. "What's she doing here?"

"You should be greatful that I came to see you", Mercury said.

"Mercury..." Cameron turned to face me. "She drove me here."

"After he hit you, the police too his car away", Mercury said, grabbing my television vision remote and changing the channel.

"Hey!"

"Don't worry about the television, Vanessa." Cameron sat down on the couch chair...
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