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posted by Sephisis17
Another poem by me. This one came out kinda lame,but I'll let the rating be the judge (assuming there will be any).

That Girl

Have you seen that girl,
That goes around here and there?
Nobody knows where she’s going,
Is she even going somewhere?

Pretty face, pretty hair,
Nobody knows her name,
She seems sad, what a coincidence,
I’ve been feeling the same.

She seems lost,
Doesn’t even know where she’s from,
I’m a nice guy so I invite her,
To stay in my home.

She seats in the couch,
My, is she pretty?
I wonder what I can say,
To comfort that girl , so dreamy.

Sarah,
She tells me it’s her name,
She feels sad,
Funny,
Because I’ve been feeling the same
posted by RiverIce
I read this and had to pass it on.
my name is sarah
i am three
my eyes are swollen
i cannot see
i must be stupid
i must be bad
what else could have made
my daddy so mad
i wish i were better
i wish i werent ugly
then maybe my mommy
would still wanna hug me
i cant do a wrong
i can't speak at all
or else i locked up
all day long
when i wake up
im all alone
the house is dark
my folks arent home
when my mommy does come home
i try to be nice
so maybe i'll just get
one wipping tonight
i just heard a car
my daddy is back
from charlie's bar
i heard him curse
my name is called
i press myself
against...
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posted by noahnstar1616
-7 and a half hours later-
As I walked out of the school, I saw Cameron signaling me over to his car. I walked up to him and he told me to get in, which I did. As he started up the car, I couldn't help but feel like Cameron was upset with me. "Where are we going?"

"Somewhere we can talk."

"About?"

"I'll let you know when we get there." I nodded and kept quiet for the whole ride.


Half an hour later, Cameron parked in the beach parking lot. He took the key out of the ignition and put them in a cup holder. He then looked at me with a very disappointed look.

"What do you want to talk about?"

"I want to...
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posted by ellie_bellie135
I am clever. I am witty.
I am popular. I am idolized. I am loved.
Everyone values my opinion. They cling to my every word.
I am free of rules.
Advice doesn't apply to me. I don't need it.

I am always right. So don't question my opinion, because you are wrong.
Whatever you can do, I can do twice as well.

I am untouchable.
I fling attacks from behind my fortress and fear no retaliation.
I am safe behind my shield.
Stronger than steel. Stronger than diamonds. Stronger than you.

No-one would dare retaliate. I am inside my fortress.
And you can't get in. You can't hurt me.

I see, hear, smell, and touch, but...
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Brightness night


The sun sets, the moon raises, night has begun, the moon smiles down on us as it shines it's light. the stars twinkle in one by one, and day is done. the moon full, round and big hums it's playful tune. the starts, so bright shine it's light for everyone in sight, as they hum in tune with the moon.

Out side looking in


Laughter sailing out of the window, friends talking quietly together, people dancing everywhere. and I'm on the out side looking in. All of them are havening fun as the twirl in the in crowd. All but one who looks out side, he smiles at me and i smile back...
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posted by dragonrider
Here is the first chapter of my story. I posted the first half like two months ago but here it is again. By the way this book has two perspectives. I edited the first chapter.

The first day-Athena's perspective

Boy now that I look back at that week it was when my perspective on all things changed. I knew that week was different. The first day felt off. Just by how I woke up.
"Athena! Get up and get ready for school!" my mom shouted at me
My eyes popped open and I got up immediately and got dressed. This was new for me since I always got up later and refused to get out of bed but I felt like I...
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2

    Ray was getting ready for school the next morning. Her parents leave way before her and T.J. gives her a ride to and from school every day. In case you were wondering; T.J. and Ray are not dating. Nor will they ever. Best friends since they were kids and it will stay that way.

    “Ray! Come on! It’s the last day of school; we have to see who gets pranked today.” T.J. called up from downstairs.

    “Alright, alright, hold on!” Ray said in her room, she was just walking out when the chest shook.

    Ray...
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posted by Free_Spirit
Me: Okay these are two poems of mine. The first one is a translation of sonnet 18, by shakkespear the other is an original, so thats probably really bad lol. you could say my translation helps people understand what its about

Sonnet 18-translated by me written bt shakespear

Are you as lovely as the days of summer
But you can not be, for your beauty and fairness range far beyond
summer can be rough, shaking the flowers in bloom
And summer is to short for my liking
The sun bears down harshly upon us,
and is often eclipsed by the clouds.
And all beauty erodes away,
by the the mother of nature or...
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First Screenwriting Book Read and 10,000 Hours Of Movies by Adam William Ward via FilmCourage.com.
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posted by Kachetes
Holy crap ..... How? How did he get to school so fast more important Why is he at my school?
“wait”i noticed a poster behind joshua“ didnt the principal say that we had to wear our uniform tomorow because james got a metal?” I as birana
“we do you sure?”she look horrified
“unless that poster is wrong”i piont out
“hmmm well james did do a good job in that incident”
“bri he saved a suicidal kid...twice the same day but I guess the principal killed the glory by making us waer that monkey suit dress”yuck I may not know much about fashion but tje dress was just so plain it had...
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posted by Lolita_Dark4
May 6, 2002
Boston, Massachusetts

To whom it may concern

My name is Ashton George Lingheart, and this is my confession. In July of 1998 I murdered my wife, Kim Rachel Summer Lingheart, a year after the birth of our son. No one aided me in the crime and it is a thing I regret more than anything in the world. I hid her body in a well from our previous location in New Jersey. My wife was a kind, gentle, soft-spoken woman whom everyone adored. She never got angry, even at the people who disrespected her. She loved our son just like a mother would, for she always wanted a family of her own. She...
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posted by bubble_babe
One Fine Sunny Morning Izzy Sat At A Table At Her Fav, '50's Dinner'. Although The Red Head Was Not In The Mood To Eat, Or Do Anything For That Matter. Something Keep Bugging her. Something She Couldn't Identify. The Poor Girl Sighed, Now Her Head Hurt From Thinking so Munch. She Then Fell back in her seat And Poped her Feet onto the table, eventhough She New The Cause Of It.

"Ey, Izzy, Gits Your Feeta Of Meh Table." A Big Man Behind The Main Counter Called.

"Leave Me Alone, Joe." Izzy Said as she closed her eyes

"Nononononononon; Now!" Joe told her

"I said 'Leave me alone'!" The Red Headed Girl...
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