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Daniel Radcliffe: Reasons to love him
Daniel Radcliffe: Reasons to love him
"NOTE: please comment if I got anything wrong"

10) He tries his hardest to play the part of Harry Potter and he has never ever stop from living his dream of acting and he will always be Harry Potter to us!

9) His parents said no to Christopher Columbus's offer for Dan to audition in private for the role of Harry Potter! Until Alan Radcliffe(his father) came in to the bathroom where Dan was, and told him that he got the part. Dan quickly bursted into tears after hearing that he won the part! ( that should deserve AWWWW!)

8) In every school report it said one or less the same thing which was:

" We really like Dan, but he's useless!"
But I don't think his useless at all!

7) He may have gone nude in broad way, but at least his trying to push on forward his acting career! But some people fine this disturbing and depressing to watch! Well I respect him all the way! DANIEL RADCLIFFE FOREVER!

6) He has gotten a lot of support from family and friends and even fans from around the world!

5) Daniel Radcliffe has committed that he is an atheist! And this sky rocketed in gossip news and celebrities news around the world, especially in America( a very religious country) (Correct me if I'm wrong). And by this news he was hated for and even though his father is a Protestant and his mother is Jewish. He was never sorted into a proper religious group and his favourite class was Religious studies!

4) Daniel Radcliffe used to drink and get drank! But in one YouTube video, his fellow co-stars was there to support him even though he didn't need it!

3) Daniel has be helping a charity called: Demelza house children's hospice for terminally ill children in Kent, East Sussex and south London! ( J. K. Rowling was so dedicated that she name a Quidditch chaser called : Demelza Robins in Half-Blood prince! ( you see Daniel does care)

2) Dan insisted that when it came for his birthday that his fans would donate for the Demelza charity instead of giving him gives and presents!

1) Daniel suffers from a disorder called: dyspraxia
He can't do as much thing as he can! And also that's why he struggles in school as well!

"Up to 10 per cent of people in Britain show signs of the condition, with about two per cent severely affected - males four times more likely to be affected than females. It can affect any or all areas of development, including intellectual, physical and language, possibly impairing someone's normal learning process.

Although Radcliffe's is understood to be a mild form of the disorder, severe cases can make it difficult to walk up and down stairs or kick a ball. The star revealed he became an actor partly because his dyspraxia meant he was not successful at school."

NOTE: THE NEXT TIME YOU DISRESPECT DANIEL RADCLIFFE WELL JUST REMEMBER REASON NUMBER 1!
posted by iluvtheshow
I remember the day I fell in love.
Not just simple love.
No, this was head over heels, I'd die for you love.
I remember where I fell in love.
A small middle school in a small town.
A place you could easily miss.
I remember the my matchmaker.
A short women, but with more fire then you could ever imagine.
More passion for what she does then I had ever seen.
I remember my girlfriends who were with me.
My athletic, sassy, fun-loving chicks.
My flirting consultants.
I remember him.
Good God, he was beautiful.
Yes, I remember the day I fell in love.
True Love.
Head over heels love.
With..................
Basketball.

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This is dedicated to my first real basketball coach. She taught me not just how to play basketball, but how to be part of a team. I have so much respect for her and I know I should thank her everyday for helping me fall in love. For Coach Joy.
posted by CullensFinest13
You hurt me I hope you die I cant belive I trusted you I cant belive I loved you I cant belive I stayed up and worried that you wouldnt call. I cant belive that i loved you i trusted you and cared for you. im tired of you its time i let you go but your always there you wont leave me alone...its time for you to leave so never come back walk out of my life i am going to lock my door and never let you back in stay out so i can be happy you need you need to die let me live my own life you shouldnt be controlling me anymore im not property im a human and i dont belong to the likes of you, you were...
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posted by vampiress015
I presuming we all joined this spot 'cos we love to write, right? If so then you all know what I'm talking about when I say that we all love our main characters and sometimes want to make them the best people in the world.

B-O-R-I-N-G

Yes, we want to make our main character gets the best out of the story, since it's their story. But if they're the best people in the world it doesn't really make them believable and then the reader just doesn't care about them (which is hard to understand cos we as the writer love em, but unfortunantley it's true)

So here is my step-by-step guide to make sure that...
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posted by Sweet_Pants
Just a poem. I hope it isn't much of a bother to rate.

I dream of all things

Uncertain of dark deeds and pasts

Within these thoughts as dark as sea

When once those wings of black

Hung over all

Shadowing but of the wretched white

That blinds me of all beauty.

I dream of all things

From happiness to highs

Let down these pills

Or I’m gone, retreat inside my mind

Where none but the darkest thoughts

Swallowing twilight

I dream of all things

From the stories told by hidden scars

Unable to show themselves

Under this intense scrutiny

That makes up this world’s attire

To the times that I could be happy

Without a drug to create

The much-needed illusion...


I dream of all things
No matter of their contents
Because, well,
Nightmares are still dreams.
‘You shouldn't have shot the dog.’ That single thought reverberated inside my head, knocking from side to side, smashing at the sides of my skull until I had to put my hands to my temples in a futile attempt to stop the pain. The man sitting next to me took a swig of his whiskey, the glass bottle knocking against his yellowed and rotten teeth. His other hand held onto the steering wheel, maneuvering the car down the winding and deserted stretch of highway. I leaned my head against the cool glass of the passenger side window, willing my head to stop pounding. From the radio, the soft strains...
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The fragrance of scotch pine and blue spruce is pungent in the air, amplified by the heat of late June. Or so you think it is June. This place feels oddly void of time. You open your eyes to see a sun hazed over by stratus clouds. From all angles you spy familiar wooden structures.
You are back.

You sit up with your legs tucked under your bottom and bask in the estival air and all of the scents that waft within it. You furrow your brows, thinking that it is not as clean as before. Even so, the place hums with earthy energy. A stronger gust of wind picks up the hem of your shirt and flutters...
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posted by Epismatic
The Man With No Eyes Collection (3): Mask




When the curtain rises, all is forgiven.

I’ll brush it all off with a movie-star smile,

A genuine laugh, but my eyes must be hidden,

The truth they contain is considered too vile.

My voice is a song that will play through your ears,

And invite you to dance to the sound of my tune,

I take a bow, deeply, and drink in your cheers,

I’ll always remain here,

You’ll come see me soon.

A new day is dawning,

“Quick, put on your mask!”

And hurry outside, meet the crowd.

“Where’ve you been?”

With fanciful answers to all that you ask,

I’ll always wait here for...
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posted by WritingBookWorm
So, one of my New’s Years Resolutions this year it to write more. So, I decided to make this:

The goal is to write something every day.

Starting on the 31st of January, every day there is a vague word, idea, object, question, statement or anything. You can take it anyway you want.

Then each day you should write what it tells you too or something inspired by it. Whether it be a poem, a small scene, a character description, journal entry, short story or even just one really well crafted sentence.

Even if the prompt confuses you, or you have no ideas just write something! It’s a great exercise...
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This guide was inspired by a question recently posted by link on this spot. The user was looking for ways to put a twist on fairytales. I began to write an answer, but my answer soon developed into an article. So here it is.

Note that these aren't specifically for fairytales; they can be used on any old, well-known stories. After listing some ideas on how you can put a twist on such stories, I'll give a few examples of movies that have done used one or more of these ideas.

1. Swap the genders of the traditional characters.
Do any of the characters behave especially "typical" for their gender?...
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posted by floraisbest1
Ms. Farogonda asked for the winx to come down to her office. when the winx reached ms. farogonda's office she told them that diana wants to speak wth one of you. she didnt tell me who but she told me to pick two extras. ms. farogonda can i go, bloom asked her. flora will be going along with musa and aisha ms farogonda told them. hmph bloom pouted, can we at least go with them bloom said quikly. fine all of you girls can go and im bringing the specialist. ok stella said in a sing song voice. lets go said the winx. they met the RF boys outside and went in the owl. winx: WINX BELIEVIX
AT THE AMAZON
flora: let's get going
aisha: see ya winx
bloom: meet back here in an hour k
ok bloom musa said
( diana appears in front of them)
GUARDS take them away
what??!
(to be continued)
posted by LunaNotLoony
Anna flicked the T.V from channel to channel, bored: there was nothing worth watching. Sighing, she left the news on and flopped back on the sofa, not really intending to listen.
'The war in Iraq-.'
'Oh no, you don't,' Anna muttered, grabbing the remote. Her Dad had joined the army after her Mum had died of an overdose. Anna didn't really blame him, she'd have got out of the house as fast as possible too if she was an adult. The whole house was contaminated with the memories of Mum, of her laugh, of her accident... suicide... whatever it was. Even so, Anna missed Dad like it was painful. She'd...
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posted by Ichigo127
An Amuto one-shot
hope you enjoy!

‘You know, Amu…,’ he was sitting there again, on the ledge of the window, staring wistfully outside. ‘All of them think you’re gone. But I know better. You are alive, I know it. Somewhere out there, you’re thinking about me too, aren’t you?’
He was talking again, talking to the moon. ‘You’ll never admit it but you have already fallen for me,’ he smirked at the moon. No, not the moon. It was Amu’s blushing face that he saw and it was her voice that he heard, ‘Shut up!’ he didn’t know it was the echo of his memories because he thought...
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A shadowy figure silently brushed the silken curtains aside as she slipped through the open window and stepped into the dark chamber. Passing a small table and a bed, the fox quickly headed towards a cabinet that stood against the far wall.
Beaded necklaces hung above a oval mirror that was set in the center. Her eyes rested on a miniature strongbox half hidden behind the mirror.
Paying no heed to the deafening clatter coming from the oblivious guest downstairs, she skillfully picked the tiny lock and raised the lid. It was hard to tell what was what in the darkness, so she emptied it into...
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Act like you're not
okay when you are and
that you are when you're
not. Run barefoot in
the snow. Stand out
in the rain for an hour
and think about anything
and everything you can.

Fall in love with
riddles and things that
aren't real and the
way some stars
shine. Cry when
you realize that life is
just one big sham and write
one hundred cliché poems
about it, and then write one
that you actually mean.

Use profanity. Be the
one fucking introvert
in a room full of
extroverts and scream
shit just for the fun of
it. Swallow every goddamn
metaphor you ever dreamed
of and write them down
with your own blood.

Eulogize...
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Hi Everyone!
I've been working on a book for a while now. Im not gona post all of it at the same time, but I Will post the Prologue. Please tell me what you think! I invite constructive criticism to make it better! THX!


Prologue
    “Tanya! I don’t understand what’s so different about this kid! He’s done nothing to make me see him as special!” Tanya glowered at her obnoxious boyfriend. “Don’t you see?” She said icily, “He isn’t like us!” Virgil and Tanya looked at there new child. He wiggled around in his crib and giggled happily. The child crabbed...
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What do you want from me?
A tortured body?
A broken soul?

What do you expect to happen?
As you kick me down
As you rip me apart

Tell Me!!!!!!!!!!

What do you want to happen?
As I close my eyes
And take my last breath

I said I would stay
Till I took my last moment
But now I'm leaving
A victim no more

I lived with your love
The love you showed with your fist
I died because of that love
Your love was only Hate

Now someone else will take my place
Will live with your kind of love
Now someone else will receive your lies
Will know your treachery

What did I expect?
That you'd change?
That you'd learn to love?

What did I ever...
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One afternoon, Sapphire sat in her room, on her bed, quietly daydreaming with her headphones in. Her eyes were glazed over, and she was in her own magical world.
Sapphire entered the sparkling cave in the middle of the forest. Her blue dress was tattered, and her misty pink fairy wings were damp from the moist, warm air. But she was feeling fine.
Sapphire took a few steps into the sparkling cave. It was made entirely of ice and crystal. Trickling water could be heard as miniature streams fell continuously from the ceiling. Icy stalagmites stood firmly in the cold crystal floor. Icicles hung from...
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posted by Attirox2
The air was still as if it were holding its breathe waiting for me as I approached the ledge. I could feel myself pushing back tears as I clutched the fragile locket in my hands; I traced its dainty designs with my finger. "So mom and dad are getting the divorce after all. I guess you were right E. I don't know why I ever doubted you about that one I mean it was obvious! I guess I tried to block it out like what happened......" I muttered looking up at the milky white moon. It seemed to look down at me with sympathetic beams of light. My hands gripped the marble ledge tighter. "Eliza it's been...
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posted by Rae-Ash
It’s the color of you
You always wore it
It’s the color we shared
As we hid from them

With it we showed our true selves,
Though no one cared
Our orange book bags
Were our shields from some of the pain

We protected each other
But it wasn’t enough
We were like two orange crayons
When everyone else was green

Then you left me alone,
All I had was our color orange
As they hit me
I took peace in knowing
You were in the orange field in the sky
You always said was there.

The orange of the sun set
Is your smile
Even though you left too soon

Orange…

Now it’s my color
My way of remembering you
Now I am the lone orange in the rainbow
Without you here

I protect my own
Though I wish you were here

Now orange is my color
A color for your bravery
A color for my survival

Orange will forever be our color
Even though death took you away

Forever orange for you,
Sweet Cassidy.
Hello to the cold world, I was named Max Lee Moore by the parents who absolutely despise me. I am sixteen years old at the moment, will be turning seventeen on June 27th. But who gives a crud? You know what I receive for my birthday every year? For how old I am, like sixteen. I get sixteen whips from a belt. My dad doesn't live with me anymore to whip me, so there's my mother. She gets a kick out of every whip. It seems to make her ecstatic. Each whip equals to one of her evil laughs. She whips me any chance she wants to. It pains me so much that I'm surprised I haven't committed suicide yet....
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