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posted by TDIlover226
It was Halloween eve and we had nothing to do.
My sister, Lee was on the computer searching for haunted places, it was a saturday night and her and her buddies we're bored and needed something to do, we were at our grandma's and she lived around alot of creepy places. She searched this cemetary that had alot of spiritual sightings. She of corse no longer believed in all that crap, she was 19. Me and my friend Vanita dared her to go there. "well" she said "you have ta go with me too!". Me and Vanita agreed, Vanita had been to alot of haunted places before, and he thought that he wasn't gonna be scared. So Lee, Miranda, John, Catherin, Ryan, Andy, kristina, Vanita, and me set out to go to this cemetary. We waited till Halloween. Then we piled into the back of John's red pick-up truck and drove to this place. me and Vanita were the youngest of the group, the others were 18, 19, 20, and even 21, and we were trying to prove a point. Miranda was scared even before we were inside, she saw the big gates and just chickened out. "I'm going back to the car, and I'm nOT going in there" she said. "ok, just call us if you see anything out here" said Vanita "or we'll here your screams". We all walked in and looked around, the fog was almost blue under the moonlight. "I'm going to look at that indian grave that they were talking about on the website" said Catherine "I'm going too" said Kristina. Then I didn't see them for a while. John, me, Vanita, and Lee went twords some woods that we thought looked cool, Ryan and Andy went to the back of the cemetary becasue that was apearently where "everything creepy happens". Lee looked at some headstones, "these are creepy" she said, "Ivan Lows"she read the name. Then all of a sudden John fell. "It felt like something grabbed my leg!" he yelled "Stop trying to scare us!" said Vanita, and he slightly kicked John in the head. "Lee looked at the headstone that she had been looking at before "ok Iva, WAIT!" she yelled "that tombstone said Ivan Lows.." she said. I looked at the tombstone, "George Cle-moms.." I said my voice faided off. "The, that tombstone said Ivan Lows, and now......it doesn't". Then we heard children...singing. "ring around the rosy, ring around the rosy". We looked all around but there wasn't anyone there. "That's it! I'm outta here!" yelled John, "right behind ya!" yelled Vanita, and they both ran. Then I saw something out of the corner of my eye, "Lee, did you see that!?!" I said. "stop trying to scare me!" she yelled. "Lee....I'm not joking, i'm serious, I saw something!". Me and Lee ran, we didn't know where we were in the cemetary, we were comfused. "Then we found ourselves at the back of the cemetary. "Andy!, Ryan!" yelled Lee. Then we saw two figures running in the woods next to us. "Thank god we founf you guys!" yelled Lee, she ran to the two almost none-visable figures in the woods. I stayed, I didn't wanna go into those creey woods. Lee ran but then stopped. "They've, they've disapeared!" she yelled. "That wasn't Andy and Ryan" I said "There over there on that mosilium!" I pointed to Ryan and Andy joking around sitting on a mosilium. "Hey you guys" said Andy. "were trying ta get the ghost ta come out and play!" said Ryan. "Knock Knock!" said Andy, "answer will ya, oh wait, ya can't, ur dead!". They started laughing, when all of a sudden they went flying off it. they landed on the ground, "what the H*ll!" yelled Andy. "we were pushed!". "I'm gett'en the H*ll outta here!" I yelled. We ran for a lond time, we finally saw the gates to the cemetary. We hopped in to see John, Vanita and Miranda. "Drive! yelled Lee. "NO" I yelled "what about Kristina and Catherine!". Just then, we saw Catherine, and Kristina, as scared as H*ll running to the car. "we saw children!, they her taunting us and telling us to get out!" yelled Kristina. "Let's do that then!" yelled Vanita. Miranda told us what happened to her, why she was waiting in the car, she said that something was in the back of the truck, looking at her from the window behind her. She said she saw things peeking at her from behind the trees. As we left that cemetary, I could have swore that I saw little children watching from the gates, waving goodbye.
Bane’s POV

I laid in the grass, watching the clouds. I was beginning to dose off, right before sleep took me, a body pounced on me. I groaned, and looked up. A shaggy haired boy was sitting on my chest, giggling. My best friend, Christian.
    “Get off!” I yelled rolling over. He slid off me.
    “Party pooper,” Christian stuck his tongue out at me. He was so childlike, but that was something I had always loved about him. That’s also why we got along so well. He was hyperactive and loud, while I was cynical and quite.
    I...
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posted by Hades223
CHAPTER 1


Jason Card sat at his desk in his science classroom bored out of his mind. He hated science. It was his least favorite subject. Mainly because it was the last subject of the day and by that time Jason was usually ready to go home.
Mr. Form droned on and on about chemicals or something. Jason didn’t listen. He just sat at his desk and drew on some paper. He was a very good drawer.
Jason Card was a fourteen year old as of yesterday. His black messy hair never gave in to a brush which usually meant it was mangled and messy and went down to his ears. He was wearing a simple red t-shirt...
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posted by cullens-rule
Chapter 4 Tom

“it would be easier if you knew, but I will try to explain, as well as I can, you know my name is Tom but my second name is Cullen”
I interrupted him now
“Tom Cullen? Sounds old fashioned”
“It is, any way I’m just seventeen”
He looked away sheepishly like he was lying this made me curious would he really lie about his age.
“my real parents are dead now, they died of an illness I don’t really know much about them”
“I sorry that must be heart braking”
He looked miserable he looked into my eyes and I could feel his pain, but he carried on
“I take after my father...
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posted by e2mma2weasle3
How to Add Emotion to a Story

1.    Understand Keywords or Key Phrases. Key Phrases are phrases in a story that triggers the waterworks. They are sentences that make people cry. Such as, a pet dies. You could write, "Goodbye, Old friend." A Key Phrase could also be an action. Such as, there are two pets. One pet dies. The other pet tries to sleep with the other one by cuddling up to the dead body.

2.    Add a lot of relationship between the one who dies and another character, whether that is a human or an animal.

3.    Add comedy to the...
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posted by sapherequeen
*Sigh* Okay, this is the first piece of writing I will ever share with anyone. Rarely does the idea of a poem ever enter my dark mind. But tonight, just two minutes ago, this one came to me, and I had to...write...it...down...


I’m aching here
I’m bleeding there

Pain strikes within
My every move

And there’s
Nothing
I Can
Do
To Make It
Stop

The tears roll down my face
And freeze there quickly
And stay until the time comes
Where they are no longer frozen
And begin to stream down again

My hurt was bottled up
But someone broke the bottle
And now it’s
Everywhere
And there’s nothing
I Can
Do
To Heal Myself

I’m...
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“Look at them, trying to figure it out. Trying to work out why a pure-blood has come to their school, Antiworld, huh? This could be fun”. There was a young man sitting on the top of a gargoyle wearing a white shirt with a black coat over it. His eyes where a light green with a black cat eye stroke through it. As the man stood up you saw that he had pitch black hair and his skin was white like paper. As you closed in on the man’s face you saw his eye drop a line of blood down his cheek, as if he was crying blood. The man looked up at the sun covering his face with his hand, he closed his...
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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 BellaSwan636
Serena

On Friday, Tia had picked me up to go shopping.

Tia was ecstatic; for what reason, I had no idea. Tia was like a hurricane, she jotted down my sizes on her hand and then took of through the store at a pace that should've set her path on fire.

"You look great in black, white, and blue," she muttered. I saved that for future reference; she obviously knew what she was doing. Plus I'd been told that each of those colours looked nice on me before.

She pulled me into a dressing room, pointed out which outfits to try out, and exited to let me change.

I pulled a scary-looking black halter neck...
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posted by fanfly
Artwork by me
Artwork by me
Who are you to judge?
Sitting right where you are
You have no claim on me

I know my own path
I am my own guide
You are nothing to me
No matter how you try

What do you care?
If I'm not doing it right
I'm not following you

I know my own path
I am my own guide
You don't know me
No matter how you try

Why are you here?
You know I don't want you
I told you to leave me

I am my own path
I know my own guide
You can't mold me
No matter how you try





Why do I feel compelled to write angsty poetry? I swear I'm not even that angsty. lol Oh well, I hope someone out there enjoys it.
Your hair is long, wet, and wavy and clings to you as you rise from the lake. You get the sense that the water should be clearer. You don’t dwell on it though, distracted by your own hair. You don’t remember it being so long. With every motion the string of beads and shells woven into your hair bobs gently with a clicking noise. You don’t realize that you are topless until your hair settles against your back. But you are not ashamed, there is a sense of liberation, you can better feel what the earth and the wind are telling you this way. If you could see behind you, you would know that...
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posted by pLaStIcSUNDAE
It's gray. It's always been so gray.

The beating heart that searched for what it believed to be a forever, only to be led astray.

The beating heart full of warm belief,

Now an iceberg of bitter regret, the surface a shallow reflection of the depths that rest beneath.

The smiling mask distorts the image of the surface, betraying the eyes.

The rigid, cold structure reduced to a cube of ice.

A problem crippled and crumbled into "I'm fine."

If the eyes are windows to the soul, then these windows have been fogged and cracked.

If the eyes are the windows to the soul, then within these, behind the mist,...
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8 Elements Of The Nutshell Technique by Jill Chamberlain via FilmCourage.com.
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PART 1- LETS HAVE A RANT

Hi. So yeah, from the title I think you've gathered this story is about .... well let's just say a problematic 19 year old struggling to find a meaning in life.

If you're a typical "Caucasian" you'll never understand the things we "brown people" have to face. Over-protective parents are just the start. The kinds of people are totally different. The type of "cheats", "betrayers", "heart-breakers".

Being born in a place 2% of the people worldwide knew is just the start of a slightly difficult life. For now, lemme just summarize my life for you. I'm a 19 year old girl living...
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THIS IS VERY URGENT AND NOT A JOKE! ALSO DON'T GOOF OFF!!!!

I really mean it! What would you be able to do if SOPA/TPP censors the internet? What would you be able to do if writing fanfics and drawing fanarts become illegal? What would you do if it's illegal to do a cover of your favorite song on YouTube? What would you do if downloading things from the internet (music, movies, TV episodes, etc) became illegal? What would you do if SOPA/TPP wins the war and takes away internet freedom? Net Neutrality is already dead so far, we can't risk the freedom of internet...
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posted by ilu_rayray
Liyah (me)
Liyah (me)
Aliyah-Me(18)
Alexus(18)
Jasmine(18)
Prince(18)
Roc(18)
Ray(18)

My pov
Wassup im Aliyah but you can call me liyah for short. I sing and im a backup dancer for mindless behavior with my two besties Alexus and Jasmine. I feel torn that prod left but ayyee Nobody knows this but i kinda like Ray idk what it feels like to like someone bcus my dad always abused me and i never liked boys ever since but the past is gone and im living the life out in L.A.

Alexus pov
Hello im alexus but i perfer u call me lexi. I live with my sister Jasmine and bestie liyah in L.A me and my sister been through alot our parents...
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November 5th 9,999,980 BC 6:01 A.M.
Mist wanders down a small deer trail through the woods. He pulls himself up onto a glistening tree branch. He sees a small girl huddled on the ground. He jumps down and slowly approaches her.
He draws an arrow. The girl turns around.
'Who are you?' asks Mist.
'I am Amirell, daughter of Amerith,' she says. 'Now tell me, who are you?'
'I am Mist, son of Karellcia.' he says.
'I could help you,' says Amirell. 'I have food and water. if we rationed it we would have enough.'
'I shall not need a woman's help,' says Mist. 'tis easy to find food out here. If I killed...
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posted by jeweleryfan11
About:
Once i was having a day dream about this story. And it brang me to this. A story about AshleyxDamon.

Chapter 1: Sunset
Sitting in an oak tree,a young 13 year old was writing a letter to her father in Tokyo. He was doing research. Then her twin Austin came. "What are you doing here?," she asked. "I love the sunset", Austin said. "That's why i'm here," Ashley said. They watched the beautiful sunset and went in they're vintage home. "Ashley who is the letter for,"Austin asked. " Dad," she answered. "Dinner you guys," there mother said. And they went inside.
Credit to breebree446
posted by EmilyMJFan910
Based on a short film by EmilyMJFan910.

Sapphire was a normal girl. She was very happy with her life and saw herself as lucky. But she had one very special trait.
Sapphire loved to daydream.
She daydreamed every day, all day long. She dreamed about flying! Romance! Animals! Anything and everything. But mostly, she dreamed about changing into someone different. One minute she was a mermaid, another she was a princess. One she was a celebrity, the other she was an adventurous horse rider. But sometimes, when Sapphire was dwelling in the deepest of her daydreams, she would get carried away, causing...
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You may not know me but I know you. Your the one with a family who loves you, with a friend who actually Accepts you, the person who has the normal life. My name is Rebecca, I'm the girl who all her "friends" ignore her, the girl who gets beaten by her father. The one who thinks the world hates her. And everyday i wonder if someone would help me but no one ever does. This is my Diary, read on if tragedy Appeals to your sence of mind i guess.


February 1st 1978
Dear diary,
is there anyone out there? Anyone who truly understands? Everyone says Being Alive is better then dead, but why do people say...
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