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Gods: Chapter 7: Fire and Ice

posted by gossipgirlxoxo

I walked in and saw Dawn and Thor. I walked over and gave them both a look. “Where are mom and dad” I asked looking around the house. Dawn smile. “Still in Australia” I looked at Dawn with a confused smile. “Well then what’s going on” I asked. I was angry at Thor and Dawn and not because of Liz or that mom and dad were still in Australia, but because they weren’t telling me anything. “Well?” I asked. Thor looked at me but he didn’t smile he just stared at me. “We were told to go home, we don’t know anything” he said in a clam voice. I heard a bang, I turned and saw...

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Come What May

posted by CheeryDavis

Hi, so this is my first story put on here! It's in poem style so i thought what the hay i'll post it! so here it is:

the sky turns black and gray
all the color withers away
but in your arms i will stay
come what may

the lights could dim
the sky could fall
the world could stand still
but your arms are all i can feel
and in them i will stay
come what may

the waves come crashing
pulling me into the deep
but your arms are all i can feel washing over me
and as you pull me up and hold me close
i know that you will never let go
in your arms i will stay come what may

the sky shines bright for the first time is...

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My True Love- "For Coach Joy"

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.

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Sorrows BTW THIS IS 6 YRS OLD,

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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Step-by-step guide: Mary Sue's

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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Dreaming of Nightmares

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.

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iTunes Shuffle

posted by mrs-mindfreak

I decided to do a story where I put my iPod on shuffle and start writing. Lucky for me, all the songs were basically sad or angry music. So this is what I came up with :)

The rain pattered on the windows drowsily, drowning out Alana’s choking sobs. She sat in her favorite wooden rocker, and buried her face in her hands miserably. Her black hair clung to her sweaty face. Her clammy palms were wet from tears. She never wanted to move from that spot again. Although she was filled with irrevocable remorse, she felt comfortable there. No one in the house, rain falling softly outside, and just...

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You Shouldn't Have Shot The Dog - Short Story

posted by chel1395

‘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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A Writer’s Mini-Game Plan: Seven Rules for a Successful Career

posted by daragirard

The Writer Behind the Words

Luck has little to do with link. A long lasting writing career doesn’t just happen. A writer can burst onto the scene and quickly disappear. Another can have a series of hits then write a bunch of flops and never be heard from again. The difference between a long lasting career and one that burns out is strategy. Here are seven rules to help you find the right strategy for you and get you started on your journey to long lasting success.

Learn the power of focus. For most of us, we have more than enough to do on a daily basis. And when it comes to any writing project the list can grow exponentially-...

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Till I Die Prologue

posted by para-scence

I slammed the car door shut, and faced the school.

"Have a good day sweetie," Mom said, somewhat hopefully from the drivers seat. Just the words made me want to ball up and cry. She drove away, leaving me in the dust. I would not survive this day.

Not that I deserve to.

I clutched my books to my chest, and tried to keep my eyes fixed on the ground. But I still felt their eyes on me.

"Bitch," they muttered.

"She deserves to die," others said. Didn't they know I want to? Didn't they know how much strength it took to keep breathing? And when I did, it was the everlasting pain that nearly brought me to my death. But I could only hope.

But they didn't know this. They just knew it was my fault. And it was. It was all my fault for what had happened.

And I'd live with this guilt till I die.

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Please let me know if I should continue this; I don't know if I should.

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My Secret Poems I Keep Under The Board In My Drawer

posted by RuBB3rDuckie

Can I Hate You?

Can I Hate You? I dont know.
You did so much, to make me smile,
I wish I hadnt fallen so hard, so fast, with my eyes closed.
You loved me,I think, I know I loved you.
I cant just throw it away over night.
I want you back, here with me.
I miss being yours, I miss it.
I know I'm strong, I know I'll live.
I know I wont die.
Can I hate you? I dont know.
I've decided I cant, no matter your choices,
It hurts yes, to see you go
But I can pull up my pullups,
And do it with dignaty,
Yes theyve asked, but i said no
I dont want them, I want you.
But I guess that cant happen.
So can I hate you? No.

So were...

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Getting By Ch. 13

posted by para-scence

I was able to find a seat with a little sixth grader. She pushed herself to the window, making sure she was as far from me as she could get. What, was I diseased? I ignored her and just stared at the seat in front of me, avoiding eye contact with anyone.

After about a twenty minute bus ride, we got to the school. Afraid to be noticed, I waited until most of the people got off the bus. This really annoyed the sixth grader; I had her trapped, so she had to wait until I got the guts to cut someone off. Finally, I started to get off the bus, when I felt hands on my back. As I was getting off, they...

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Prologue

posted by Moonlight_Kitty

The night was hollow, the moon casting gray shadows through the dark forest as he ran.
Darting between trees, jumping over fallen logs, he glided through the forest like a cloaked shadow himself. He was aware of the others in the forest, the dark beasts that chased him. He stopped as several beasts jumped in front of him. Their red eyes held fast to him as their skin rippled and bubbled. He gritted his teeth, once these had been normal dogs, dogs he had played with long ago. Now they were beasts of the blackest element, chained to a dark and dismal fate, and loyal to their creator.
He brought...

Name help!

posted by Jawas4eva

I need to find a name for my character. She is a twelve year old girl with short, kinda boyish blonde hair. She has a curious and Mischievous personality and a tomboyish attitude. She loves Music, she plays Piano and Guitar and can play the Saxaphone really well. She is also very good in school. She has green eyes and likes to draw and write. Her main flaw is when she makes mistakes she has trouble realising that she is only human, and humans make mistakes. I am trying to find a good name but I am having a lot of trouble. Please help!

Getting By Ch. 11

posted by para-scence

I stayed in my room the whole next day. Blair must've come in my room last night after our little confrontation, and removed any sharp objects. My fine-tooth comb is gone. My left arm stung a lot; I was starting to regret doing that a little bit.

I did feel better though.

No one bothered me today. I'd heard someone near my door in the mid-morning, but I heard Blair whisper, "No dear. Let her rest."

I slept most of the day, but I started to get a little anxious in the late afternoon. I paced around for a while, cleaned up a bit, and tried to sleep but couldn't. Then a while later, I gave up and...

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Love is Wild: Chapter 2- Wild Man

posted by sawfan13

Sun shining like a holy light. After getting out of the tent, I was welcomed by such greenery and wildlife. Such green lush beauty in the glowing morning light made everything just pop and colorful. So many different shades of green and nature all around. I definitely didn't get this New York! The lush vegetation, the scenery, the little cute monkeys climbing around, it was like being in a zoo almost. I heard rustling in the bushes, and prepared myself for an animal attack. As soon as I saw my sister's pink tennis shoe pop out of the bushes, I was slightly relieved. The girls walked out of...

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Fly Away With The Storm

posted by QueridaPantufa

It was a dark day. The wind was rushing through the trees and the rain came down without any mercy. I was alone in the house, searching for something I could do on this stormy day.
I decided to go outside, so I could feel nature’s power rushing through my veins.

Once I opened the door, I felt like I was about to enter a whole different world.
The wind was blowing in my ears and my clothes were soaked the moment I stepped outside.
But I kept going. I did not want to go back. I wanted to keep moving forward.
I wanted to become one with the rain, become one with the wind. I wanted to be the rain...

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A Dream Ch: 2

posted by ambers1999

I woke up shivering with a red blanket that had holes in it. I see Jason in a clear cage with breathing holes in the top and bottom of it, right in front was two men that I woke up to in my dream. I didn't care, I cared about why was Jason in the cage!"Get out of here, you shouldn't be here".Jason said weakly."No I'm not leaving you, I want to know that your ok"! I said putting my hand on one of the holes on the cage."I'm find babe just leave before you get hurt"! He said desperately. He put his hand where my and was, and I could feel the warmth of the love he had for me. I saw that he had...

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The Edge of Mental Health-Chapter 4: Dina Speaks Out

posted by sawfan13

This place is totally different from how Bea told me how is was. Freedom? I feel like a lab rat and everything is limited. They watch you do everything, and all the pills that they give you, you have to take them and they watch you take them.Yet, Janice doesn't take them. I've seen her little tricks, and I must say for myself that it's pretty brilliant how she does it. They watch her take them, but then after they leave, she takes them out of her mouth, puts them in her pockets, and then around nighttime or so, she'll trade with another girl for pills that Janice wants. This goes against...

Getting By Ch. 9

posted by para-scence

A week later, Blair had gotten us all settled in. I had the one spare bedroom, Kirsten and Sage slept on air mattresses in the other spare bedroom, Paige had a bedroom in the basement, and Mom slept on the pullout couch. Blair and her husband were so nice for taking us in, I'd never be able to thank them enough.

Mom still hadn't found a job. This pleased me, despite our previous conversation. I liked it when she was around. She was fun to talk to, and she understood me sometimes. Even if she didn't, she listened to me.

She seemed nicer too, and more caring.

Back at home, when she was actually...