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posted by gerybarzaka
Hello! This is my first post on this page, but I wanted to share a short story I wrote. I hope you like it!


They say that when you hit the bottom there is nowhere to go but up. I didn’t believe that. I was standing on solid rock and no one could convince me that it gets better. My dream of becoming a writer was shattered into little pieces. My heart with it. I lost everything. I could barely make enough money to eat, let alone pay my rent. There was no passion in my life. My grandfather had left me everything he had and I wasted it. All of it. I was living in a lousy one room apartment. All my possessions consisted of a notebook, a pen, cell phone, bed and three shoddy outfits. I was working in a miserable café not far from where I lives. And I myself could not feel more contempt. I was broken, sad and I had given up completely until one day this person walked in the café and sat on one of the tables. For the sake of the story let this person be called Jenny. I walked to her table and asked to take her order. When she looked at me it was as if all my troubles went away. She just had that remarkable presence. My life didn’t seem so bad. Suddenly everything was going to be ok. I took her order and I don’t know why, but she invited me to join her. I sat down and we started talking. Jenny was really easy to talk to. In just a few hours I told her my whole life story and she didn’t seem to mind. Finally she took out a notebook and a pen and asked me for my number. I have no idea why she wanted and I didn’t ask, because I didn’t care. She wrote it down and said she has to leave, she then stood up and walked away. A few days after our first encounter she called me and said that there is something I have to hear and see. I immediately got dressed and went out to the place she wanted to meet. It was on the other side of town. The nice part. I went in the café and she was already there. I sat down and she told me her story. One that I will never forget. A teenager with a dream. The dream to win a championship in track and field. She trained really hard year after year and she is so close that she can feel it. In just one year she will be able to compete at the European. And she knows she can do it. Unfortunately a visit to a cardiologist proves her wrong. She hears a lot of medical terms leading to the words: ‘You can’t be a professional athlete. It’s too risky.’ She quits and suddenly she is empty, because she has no dream. But not too long after she quits she has the erg to somehow express herself. She goes to her computer, opens a new document and starts writing. That day she wrote her first monologue. She continues writing and soon she writes short stories and scripts. A week ago she sold her first script and soon she will make her new dream come true. The dream of seeing her script made into a movie and shown on the big screen. But there is something else she wants to do. And she wants me to join her. Right then and there she asked me to help her make her first dream come true. Because during all this time it never left her. For a moment we were silent. I was the first to speak. I told her that I am going to do anything in my power to help. She asked me to go with her to the Olympic stadium in London. Nothing more, nothing less. I explained that I didn’t have any money, but she simply said: ‘Don’t worry. Just trust me’. We might have known each other less than a week, but I did trust her. So the next day I packed my belongings and a car came to pick me up and drive me to the train station. Jenny waited for me there. We went on the train and sat in first class. She explained that she prefers trains rather than planes. Once she had even travelled around Europe travelling only by train, because she doesn’t like other transport and didn’t have a car. We talked more about our lives while we ate breakfast on the train. After a few hours she said we were getting close. I don’t know why I did it, but I had to ask her if I could call her a ‘friend’. She said: ‘Of course’. I smiled. Something about having a friend like her made me proud. We got off at the next stop. There was another car waiting for us there. Seeing my shock she explained that her uncle lives in London and ordered his driver to pick them up. Frankly now I was surprised about her uncle having a driver. When we got in the car she said that her uncle was a wealthy, but not such a healthy man. He was getting old and he was no longer able to drive his car, so he got a driver. She didn’t tell me what his business was, but I didn’t feel like I needed to know. That’s why I didn’t ask. The car pulled over at the stadium and we walked towards the entrance. The guard looked at Jenny. She just said her name and he unlocked the doors leading to the inside of the stadium. She went towards it and pushed down the handle. She was now approaching the track itself. Her eyes going from side to side, taking in everything. When her foot touched the track it’s like the stadium came to life. Like it was censing her presence. Every step she took, got her a little closer to her dream. And there it was – the starting line for the one hundred meters. You see, my friend had this really amazing gift. She could actually make you feel something. And when she closed her eyes and took a deep breath I was in her world. I saw the thousands of people on the stadium, I heard their roar. Their cheer. And they were all cheering for one person. For her. She fell to her knees and kissed the track. Then I heard the first signal: ‘on your marks’, the stadium went completely silent and I saw my friend take her position. Then came the second mark and she got ready. Finally there was the gun shot and she blasted herself towards the finish line. She might have not been as fast as Shelly-Ann Frazer-Pryce, maybe not even as fast as Ivet Lalova, but in her own world she was the champion. By crossing that line she won the European, the Olympics and the world championship. At that moment her dream was a reality.


The End
Thank you for reading!
posted by ilovehouse345
I lied
I lied to them and got caught
I confessed up and told them the truth
but they get more upset
I walk down the dark hallway
into my lonely empty room
I lie on my bed, thinking
I go to move and I can't
I fall down
pain shooting threw me
they walk in
saying I'm faking to make them feel bad
they walk out
leaving me on the ground
crying out in pain
I finally give up
crawl over to the closet
get the gun and cocked it
put it to my temple and pulled the trigger
life...filled with hate
I've chased down all my demons
but it wasn't enough
mistreated,misplaced,misunderstood.
I can't write this anymore.

I feel like its a copy of Avatar the last airbender. And the companions quartet. I never intended on making it like that. But whenever I imagine my characters using their powers I see them bending. I know you are all going to get. mad. Really mad. Really really mad. Really really really really mad. But my stories need more *sparkle*. A better writer with better talent. I think it needs more thought. I think I should create something that is REALLY from my imagination. Thats why, no matter what you all are going to say....

I'm stopping Girl who cried wolf.

I know your...
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posted by poseidongurl10
Why bring a 10 year old to a crime Scene?Why even kill her parents in the first place?I'm Agent Lauren Klozwesk.I work for the FBI.I'm stationed i'm Arkanas.And I'm being wanted by my home country I escaped:Venice,Italy.

I'm currently working on a case that involves a murder.The Ivashkov family was recently killed in their urban Arkanas house.My motive is Why?Why kill Them?Why leave the Daughter?

Lately,I've been with the daughter,Violet."So Violet,would you like a danish for Breakfeast?"I asked.She shook her head.Who could blame Her?She saw her parents die."Ok,you want Cereal?"I was trying...
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"He was soooo cute!" I told my firends. sad thing is, I can't even remember what he looks like. But something feels special about him. Something makes me feel like I shouldn't care....

I would never of thought I'd be waiting by the phone. Most of the time i just think "Well if a guy doesn't want this, he can't have it." But something is amking me feel like I want him more than anyone else. Something is drawing me towards him. something makes me feel like if anyone's heart will be broken it'll be mine. And I just met him! Wait....I don't even know his name!


While Luna was worried about that....
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posted by hannah_vampire
I can only hope that this is good.

Adrian Dante – 1864
My horse ambled along for a considerable distance, I watched as the faint fog hung over the hallows. Katherine hid in the shadows praying not to be seen. “I have tasted your blood Katherine so you cannot hide” She appeared in front of me “what do I own you Mr Adrian Dante” My bear smile alone scared her “Why do you think? I’m here to kill you my love” Her face went cold but then she smiled.

Present
The cold winter chills hung in the air and the lake’s waters were crystalized. An arm snaked around my waist “I thought you...
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Hey, here is the end of the last chapter!


Her whole body jerked awake.She was lying on the ground crying and shaking. The group of girls were watching in horror, Lily had a tear rolling down her face. Elyon and Rose were crounched down beside Alexis, Astrid had her hand on Alexis's cheeks.The two of them looked into each ohers eyes, before Alexis smiled.
"I bet the file didn't say anything like ths?" Alexis whisperd trying to stand. Astrid was shaking too as she helped her friend to her feet. Elyon and Rose Stood up too, Lily hugged Alexis.
"What just happened?"She pleaded not letting go. Alexis...
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posted by EmzLovesCheryl
I keep my rhythm
I tap in time,
My music is my world
An angry beat inside.
It can crash like a waterfall
Or gradually trickle down,
It can make you laugh and cry
That powerful sound.

My headphones on my head
The lyrics flowing though,
Filling up my brain
Music is the food I chew.
It can be beautiful, strange
Crazy and cool,
I couldn't live without music
There's a style to suit all.

Music is like a brand new life
Jumping around your mind,
Each instrument that is played
Is an ingredient to find.
There's nothing quite like music
There's nothing quite like me,
You can always find a friend in music
Music will always be.
I lay in bed after I woke up to the cold harsh air coming though the trailer's small window. It was another crisp day in New York. Cold, like any other winter day, but peaceful. Very unusual around here. I could hear my mom heating leftovers in the small kitchen outside my door. I decided it's better than her up and leaving for three days. She struggles to keep two jobs to pay off what we need. She's usually not around very much. I've basically been raising myself. At least today I can talk to her.
I walked into the kitchen to see her using the laptop. That thing is her life outside of work....
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posted by CheekyCheese
Sorry if this isn't very good!

Angel was so excited, her best best friends were coming for her birthday sleepover at five o clock! Time crept slowly to ten past five and still not a single soul in sight! Suddenly her little sister Summer shouted “Ha Ha they're not coming they hate you so much!” Angel ran upstairs weeping and charged desperately into her sister Friday's room.


“Was Summer being mean to you again?” asked Friday
“Yes, she said that my friends weren't coming because they hate me and that's not true!”
“Don't worry its only because she is jealous about you having the best...
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posted by HouseMindFreak
A story I am writing about a American Indian boy of the Comanche tribe in Texas. He his cursed with a supernatural evil but will have to confront his demon and the master of the underworld realm which has plans for his curse...

Hell’s Outlaw

Chapter 1

In the town of Big Spring, Texas, a 12 year old Comanche Indian boy named Koda awoke that Saturday morning with a feeling of dread and excitement.
As with any boy approaching their 13th birthday in his tribe, he was to prepare for his spiritual quest but unlike the others before him, he did not look forward to it.
He has spent many arguments...
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If there’s one thing I cared about more than my freedom it was my family. I loved my dad more than anyone though it’s just hard not to love my dad with his kind gentle nature. His eyes were big like a puppies somewhat and were a deep dark chocolate brown framed by long dark eyelashes and dark eye brows that matched his charcoal black hair that had a thick consistency but a silky feel. His skin was a medium olive color and though many didn’t find him handsome I did. He was everything in a father and in myself. He was real shy and my Uncle Drew as I called him though he wasn’t my real...
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The city of light was full of marchants and villagers. Elyon stood and gazed at them from the huge silver gate. And gurding the gate was two broad shouldered men, wearing bright white robes, that glowed from every angle.
"Excuse me?" the man with blonde hair asked. When Elyon took a shaky step forward, the men stared shocked at her.
"Elyon? What are you doing outside the city?" The man asked. Elyon took in a deep sharp breath and took another shaky step forward. She still hadnt noticed that the vilagers were watching silently.
"Elyon...my name is..?she smiled and fell into the darknes, fainted. The two gaurds rushed to her aid, and the vilagers erupted into a panicky uproar
"Quick take her to Lady Alexsis!" the man with darker ahir nodded, picked up Elyon and disapered.
"Leo? What the hell is going on? This is a bad sign," an old man closest to the alone guard asked.
"I dont know," he muttered looking up at the castle of light, "i really dont know,".

COMMENTS PLZ
posted by TomboyWriter
She is crying but Kevin is staring with no care and walks away and Connor comes up behind me and kisses the back of my neck. Dylan and Mel are playing in the sand and Debbie and Dawn and Avril are dancing around with Damon. I smile this is how I want it to be. Me and Connor sway and he pulls me close and I lean back and he kisses my neck and soon I see Kira copying me and Cody copying Connor. I laugh and jump into Connors arms where he cradles me and he whispers “ how long till we get out of here and our honeymoon can start.” I chuckle and say “soon.” He smiles and sets me on my feet...
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posted by mitchie19
I got bored in the laptop so I opened MS Word and start typing whatever. Then I come to this.
Plus I like writing stories, so enjoy.
Note: Fan-made


I woke up in the middle of the night, feeling heavy and uneasy.
My mind rushed through the memories. I pushed myself back to sleep not remembering any parts happened earlier. Bonnie. Bonnie, I thought. She had been killed by Katherine. Oh, God. She can’t be! She can’t be dead! My fingers harden the pillow so I could hardly breathe. I felt moisture rushing to the surface of my eyes. I shouted, nor pouted. Though, no one can here me. Jeremy’s out...
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posted by bri-marie
Note: I'm not sure how much I like the names I gave my characters. I may changed them in later parts.
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A small, silver picture frame sat alone on a nightstand. The picture held inside it, yellowed and dusty with age, showed three small children – two boys and one girl, all about six years old – with their arms wrapped around each others shoulders. They were standing in front of a large oak tree and the shadows had made the pictures unreal; the girl's hair was shown to be brown and the boys...
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posted by joe-edwardfan
“    the new beginning ”

As days passed it got worse. I couldn't take it anymore, we were growing apart, barely even talking.
Anything I talked about doing, Edward would disagree or say its not safe.
Once, I was going to the toilet and Edward asked Alice to go with me!. To the toilet!
That led to a day of me ignoring him. That taught him a lesson to shut his mouth and stop making decision for me…..well for about 24 hours. Then it starts again.
“Bells….your getting so boring! Talk a little…oh! I have a better idea lets play” Emmett grinned.
“Emmett, cant you see...
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posted by Aquamarina
At first I'd like to remark that english isn't my mothertongue. I tried hard to translate my little story into proper english, but maybe I made a few mistakes. However, I'm posting the english and the german version now, so just read them both if you understand it. :)
Here it is:

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One wonderful day, it finally was at her feet. She hadn't seen it for days, and the longing had nearly cankered her. She had missed it like a lover or a brother, no, more; like a piece of herself. It looked even more beautiful than in her memory, how it sprawled in the sun. She was surprised,...
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posted by HarryPLover
The pain you caused isn't what scarred me
The burning tears you left me to shed isn't what burned me
Your last words aren't what hindered me
It was the Legend.

That endless struggle to win
To fight back
To not toss and turn in my bed
That secure feeling I had before you
To feel as a sharp as a pencil lead
Now that loneliness I feel without you
A constant reminder

Feeling my heart beat again
Done with the breathtaking moments
And the heart-skipping kisses
To breathe again
Over and Done with

It wasn't those tears
It wasn't those words
It wasn't all that pain you left me to bare.

It wasn't the legend you were when you were here
But the legacy in my heart that you left!
posted by StarWarsFan7
There I was. *sigh* Just sitting there, waiting for him. Who? You ask? My crush, Patrick Wellsiben, he was the one for me. Let alone, him being THE most popular boy in school, I was known as a loser. I was the omega of the wolf pack. What am I talking about? Nevermind. My conscience says "Ask him out!", but my guts say "Don't do it you! He's gonna say no!" I don't know what to do! He comes near me and says "Hey." I stand there like a scarecrow smiling. "I feel stupid." "So stupid." Why shouldn't I get the attention from populars? I have short, thick black hair, I wear tank tops all the time, regular jeans and converse. So much for fitting in.
posted by bri-marie
Micheal Ryder swerved sharply to the left, almost missing the small driveway he was supposed to be turning into. He winced as his pickup truck made the rough transition between concrete and gravel. It was something he was going to have to get used to – he'd be driving down this path every day for who knew how long. A particularly large rock dislodged him from his seat, and he let out a foul explicative as his blond head bashed against the ceiling of the cab. Cursing his father, and the owners of the house he was renting, he slammed the truck to a stop. Not caring that he was still yards away...
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