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Life is a Song, Love are the Lyrics

posted by BURITOES

Chapter One-

I screamed as loud as I possibly could (well, screaming to the lyrics.). I was screaming to Paramore. They were my favorite band of all time. I and my best friend Alexia won tickets to see them and a bunch of other bands on the Vans Warped Tour. After the show, I could go and meet everyone who played there. I was so excited, also because I could meet my other favorite band, All Time Low. So, yeah. I was pretty excited about that. Right now, my favorite song: Where the Lines Overlap was playing. Alexia was using the bathroom, she doesn’t really like Paramore....

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black moon chapter7

posted by joe-edwardfan

(end of chapter 6)
Bella pov
The pain was was to much, I couldn’t understand what was happening , my neck was burning , the burning took over my body it changed minute by minuet it grew it rose I wanted to scream this pain out but that probable isn’t a good option ppl will think I'm weak! I clenched my teeth together wishing I never existed suddenly the burning changed! it left my neck! I was relived that the pain had lessen but a new pain started in my chest my heart was was ripping its way out of my chest the sound of my heart filled my ears it was getting on my nerves the sound continued...

A Quick & Easy Guide Of Archepaths For Screenwriters & Storytellers by Pamela Jaye Smith

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Gray sky

posted by mona_me

Is the sky blue ?! Really , is it ?! because i don't see it blue . It can't be blue , when i don't see it blue .
What moon?! and what stars ?! what are you all talking about ?! i don't see any of those !
do you hear any bird singing ? do you hear any kid laughing ? do you see any color upon here or upon there ?!
Is there any thing may makes me smile again ?
Flowers ?! what flowers ?! they died .. they died just like my lover !
He was my .. my flower . you all know the flowers , don't you ? they die very fast ..
When you get one , you become the happiest person on this earth ..
But when it die , your...

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Don't give up on writing...

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A CURSED STORY CHAP:7 POWERS

posted by joe-edwardfan

Chapter 7: powers
My head hurt to much I just wished to die I think it was worse than the venom that spread in a humans body to change it to a vampire as my old vamp friend Kayla told me how painful it was for her. i wanted to scream and make the pain less by screaming it out but my mouth didn’t obey me I tried to move my hands, legs but they wouldn’t move to it was like I was paralyzed my breathing got harder I needed more air then someone touched my forehead and brushed my cheeks going down to my breasts…. thats what Damien always does! What's happening? is he doing this to me he likes...

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Alexandria L. Hays, Witch

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Incase you didn't know, is is my new account because I couldn't for some reason log int my other one.

Chapter two.

When the school list pointed out that Alex couldn't go back to school shopping with her mom, she was upset. It was sort of a tradition that she and her mom go school shopping every year, and this was the first year that they didn't. The list said specifically "girls who have mugle parent/s are prohibited to bring there them school shopping, as they will not be able to see anything, much less the enterance.". When the letter said that, Alex quickly figured that she was not going to,...

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Grey house

posted by irena83

Chapter 3: Moments of peace

Jack was handsome man.
His blue eyes were so strident, deep
as a sea.
He was a professor of mathematics.
He loved numbers and logics of knowledge,
but he wasn't patient with children, though.
Ignorance and inattention could break that small dose of humor he had.
What he wanted from children is to pay attention.
Sometimes he would come home all grouchy.
Dana would leave him be 'till he cheers up.
She was very compassionate.
Peace was very important to her, that peace
inside and she wanted to keep it.
Feeding her baby, watching her while she's sleeping were the most precious moments.
Dana was wonderful mother, very sensitive and caring.
Jack enjoyed in every moment spent with his wife and Gwenny.

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Once Upon A Time

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Not Next to me,please!

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When you're travelling by plane or train,there are some passengers you just don't want to have next to you...

A.Small children
Perhaps you normally like them,but when you are sitting next to them on a plane it's a different thing.They usually spend all the flight moving around and dropping their toys on the floor,and when they're drinking their orange juice it ends up on your trousers.Then they decide they want to play with you,so you can't have the little siesta that you were planning.

B.Conversation makers
You recognize this type as soon as you sit down.They immediately start talking about the...

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I don’t want to get up. Why would I even think about it, at four AM on a Saturday? I don’t know. Something just calls. Scorpio, it whispers, Come to me. Come to me, and you will be free.
Who are you? Where do I go? I call out sleepily. The shout is only in my head, but I feel it goes out into the darkness all the same.
You will know, Scorpio. You will know what to do. Go to the river, it beckons. So I teeter down the stairs, fully clothed, in a dreamlike state.
What kind of crazy person am I? I ask myself. Not an unreasonable question, considering...