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posted by Rob_patt_fan
hey... so this is my new story... I don't like the other one! So... I started this one! don't forget 2 comment and rate!

Something was missing. Something big, like my heart! I couldn't find it. I got up from my own screams. I couldn't breathe. He wasn't there to hold me in his cold hands. He wasn't there anymore. I doubted if he would ever come back. I was thinking of everything I could do to get to him. Tears came down of my face and dropped on my pillow as I tried to stand up and go to the bathroom. Charlie was already downstairs so I hurried and made him breakfast. I didn't eat anything like the past 6 months and I could say that he was mad.

"Bella, I'm gonna send you home! That's it!"

I burst into tears as he said the words.

"But... You can't do this! You just can't..."

Subs didn't let me talk. Charlie was red and he was looking straight into my eyes.

"Bella, Renee can take good care of you! Honestly, everyday of this 6 months you're mopping around, doing everything but in face doing NOTHING!"

"He's gone! I know you liked him very much but isn't this too much?!"

I screamed:

"No... for your information DAD, it's NOT!"

I took my backpack and got out of the house. It was raining already. When I saw the clouds, I suddenly smiled. He liked the weather like this... I guess!

"Hey, Bella!"

Mike and Jessica called my name when I was getting out of my car.

"Did you study Math?! We have an exam!"

I nodded without thinking to math. We gave the test and then it was time for biology class. His seat was empty.

After school, I went shopping for a pair of jeans. His favorite color was blue, so I wanted a pair of blue jeans.

I was on my way to home when I saw Cullen's house road. I didn't know what to do. I didn't know if I would die there when I see their rooms empty. with no COLD ONES!

I turned around and decided to go home. I wanted to be strong. But... who was there for me to make me be strong for him?! As I went in my room I recognized something under the carpet of my room. I went closer and got the papers out from there. The title was:

"Last part of me"
posted by Brittany6655
I really love to write.I've done it ever since I was only 4.
My mother used to write things like stories or poems and letters.My mom inspired me to write things now.
Writing is really fun to do and I love it alot!Sometimes I write things like my mom did.

Whenever I feel mad I usually write things in the Write Email on the computer and write things that have been on my mind for a couple of days,then I erase them because I always feel better after I do that and I usually feel much calmer and I get it out of my system.

Since I really love writing so much I was thinking that maybe I could become an author when I grow up. :)
I wouldn't just write poetry or stories,I would also like to write articles for other people to read (just like I'm writing one right now).But of course I would write it on a piece of paper.I would also like to write new books for kids.

Again I really love to write and it's sort of special to me in my life.
posted by erissajade05
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posted by Weasel1999
I. The Nursery

Ember lived in her nursery for the next few months, only being let out occasionally to go to the toilet. All she saw were the four walls around her but it wasn’t all bad.
The room was painted a pretty sky-blue and the carpet was thick, fluffy and a deep midnight blue. There was a bed and a huge white wardrobe with the most beautiful, old-fashioned clothes inside.
Rich velvets cloaks, soft fur stoles, bright silk dresses, every item of clothing needed to make a young lady of society look beautiful.
But Ember was not a young lady of society living in Victorian times. She was a...
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posted by Insight357
    “Damien, I’m sorry,” his smooth voice said in my ear. I couldn’t face him. He had kicked me out, why would he be here? To apologize? It was a nice gesture, but it crippled me just to see him.
    “I don’t believe you,” my voice was shaking. Tears kept streaming down my face.
    “Listen,” he crept down the side of my face.
    “No, you listen to me,” I said turning over to face him. Our faces were all of three inches apart. “You killed me! Now you expect to come in here, apologize, and I’ll...
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posted by Insight357
I was outside. It was hot and sunny. About summer time, I was guessing. Beside of me set an old room. It was in ruins. I studied it for a moment, and then it hit me.
    The room was the one I had been in when I put the knife through my heart. I walked over to it, and ran my hand over the charred remains.
    It started to rain, sprinkling at first, and then it became harder. I took shelter in the room, half of the roof still stood.
    The sun was in the eastern part of the sky, and it was raining in the west. I saw a rainbow emerging...
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This Trick Will Help Writers Cut Scenes They Don't Need - Andy Guerdat via FilmCourage.com.
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Here are lotz of spells you can try to become a mermaid!


1. Fill your bathtub with water, add seashells! Put on a locket with a picture of a fish in it!

2. Say " I wish to be a mermaid, I wish with all my heart, and now I'd really like my mermaid powers to start! I will choose my power and the color of my tail, and I'm very sure that my descision will not fail! My power will be (freezing, boiling, moving) and my color will be (favorite color)!
3. Get into the bathtub for 30 minutes, hold your legs together the whole time!
4. Get out of the tub and dry off, put moisturising lotion on, then don't...
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posted by ZekiYuro
Most of us don't know what life will be like in the future,or even when we will be a year from now,but it's fun to speculate.So,what might the world be like in the year 3000(or Y3K as it's now called)?Here's what one expert suggests:

Q:What forms will our bodies have in Y3K?
A:We will be bigger and we'll need more food.The average adult male might weigh about 100 kilos.People will live for hundreds of years,and will have computers in their brains.

Q:Computers in their brains!What do you mean?
A:We will soon be able to repair the human brain,and finally replace it completely.In the future you might...
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posted by morganaforever
This is only the prologue of my fantasy story. All about revenge, betrayal, love, hate and choices that change the course of the future. Three men competiting for the throne of Asaia and a vengeful and ambitious lady out to avenge a death. Who will win?

Ashmore shifted in her sleep. She dreamt of a time when she soared through the skies, worshipped by the weak two- legged species called humans. Every summer, tributes would be given to her and her kin; for they were the firstborn on the earth; born from the volcanoes created and destroyed by the seven gods themselves. Humans were merely an accident;...
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He shoved crayons up my nose!-Lulu
He shoved crayons up my nose!-Lulu
Jamming to Lady Gaga's Telephone on my CD player I repeated the words over Beyonce' and Gaga's singing.
link (lyrics with song)
I pulled into Knightfield High School and parked next to Andria(or bug)."Hey Buggie!"I called as I shut the car off.She was listening to her i pod...as usual.She was bopping her head as she sang..."Don't trust me!Never trust me!"
I ripped her headphones off.She asumed it was our enemy...cody so she yelled."Hey you whore!"I slapped her on the leg."Hey!Andria!"she looked over at me and smiled."That...Cody thing...just busted up my earphones."Ummm...No."I said and jumped...
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X : Chapter 10

Casey

I’m so excited for my date with Carl. My hair is curled (Matthew said it looked pretty that way at the wedding.), I’m wearing a silver tank top that sparkles with all the sequins, and a pair of dark colored skinny jeans. Normally I don’t go for the whole sparkly look, but I thought it would be fun for rock and bowl.

Everything is going great, when all of sudden the lights go off and rock and bowl begins. Carl gets up and asks me to come with him to get something to eat. The next thing I know he’s shoved me into a small storage closet and there’s a knife pointed...
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“Guys like that just get under my skin” Said Nathan. “They always come in shout, ‘who’s the strongest’ beat some guy up, claim the class, move on, man” Marley Said. Nathan, Marley, Alec and Lindsay were close to where Grito hangs around. “Alec, why didn’t you just take care of them?” Lindsay Asked. Alec signed and shrugged his shoulders. “I can’t get in anymore fights, and if I do, I have to make sure I don’t get caught, fighting in a classroom is too public” Said Alec. After Alec finished talking, he noticed the West-side Dogs, walking past them. No eye contact...
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posted by BellaSwan636
Shaun

I'm not sure why it had to be me. If I'm really honest with you, I hated myself.

I was fourteen when my parents died. I had no family left, so I became the unwanted foster kid.

I didn't want to have to think, or care about anything. I wanted to die.

I wanted to be an inconvenience to the world. I wanted them to know how much I hated them for having their own happy lives. I shunned everyone.

I became the loner.

I look out of place, somehow. I'm the kid who's taller than the other sophomores by a head. The kid with coal black eyes.

The foster parents I was living with now tried. They tried,...
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She watched them as they moved down her street.
They never saw her, took great care in looking away before she noticed their shamelessly wide eyes were glued to her body... or, more importantly what she embodied: this world they lived in wasn't perfect.
Her presence there seemed to pollute their pretty city and just like the odd beer can or stray McDonalds bag, they ignored her. She wasn't stupid though... she knew she was just as much an ornament as the ribbons that decorated the streetlights at this time of year, that she in fact blended in with the rest of the pavement and she herself was...
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posted by ToastedRabbits
Someone once told me,

"Being a writer is like being a prostitute, really. At first you're only doing it for yourself, then you decide to tell a few friends, let them in on the action, then you decide to let a couple strangers in, pretty soon you're welcoming the entire world."

Such a very accurate quote. When I heard this, I was at a very formal luncheon with a few kids from my journalism class in which we produced the school's newspaper: The Jagged Edge. It was an awards ceremony for individual work as well as our newspaper as a whole to be recognized. Granted, it was a local newspaper that...
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