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Characters Are What They Do... Not Who They Were - Jill Chamberlain via FilmCourage.com.
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- chapter 13-





"Ok you can open them now."
When I opened my eyes my mouth droped.
"Go carts! How did...when did...THATS AWESOME!"
He laughed "I thought you would like them."
"Well you were right! " Then I realized I was acting like a 6 year old in front of the hottest guy I had ever seen.
"I mean umm... there...great?"
"Dont worry your not acting like a six year old." Mathew smiled at me.

How did he no that?


Then of course me being me.i
I said the stupied possible thing any body could EVER say.

"You look so cute when you smile like that." I could just imagin the big hearts in my eyes....
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posted by lollipopszx3
PG-13

Chapter 2

"Hey babe. Where are you going?" asked Megan. She was already obsessed with me... Like practically all the other girls who have come to the school. Why couldn't one time, just one time, a single girl didn't crush on me. Even the girls who are in a relationship. Is it that hard? I mean there were plenty of other guys at this school and it wasn't only just me. I wasn't ever interested in girls! Man I sound like a six year old rather than a eighteen year old. That's pretty sad.

"Away from you." I mumbled under my breath. I looked at her beautiful lustful eyes and said a little loud....
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posted by joe-edwardfan
Chapter 5:B pov
I woke up and looked at my new purple alarm clock it said 2:00 pm
-shit!
I was late again,I jumped off my bed and stretched then walked to the bathroom and washed my face, I walked to my giant dresser and focused on what to wear, Hmmm the brown tank top goes with my black jean and the new necklace I got from accessorize and my black converse, and I'm all set!
I rushed to my car and forgot to grab a Hershey bar and drove to the mall
While I was driving I checked my watch again and 2:15 I still have 15 mins to the Saturday sale good thing I really want that black bag! Hmmm this is...
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posted by joe-edwardfan
A CURSED STORY!
Once apon a time there was a powerful king ruling London.
The legend says a witch cursed the kings only daughter because he killed all the witches in London except for his own.
As its told the curse forbids the princess to ever feels or falls in love(but she can just feel love for the witche’s son Damien who is in love with the princess) unless the witch that's has casted the spell on her shall die drowning in her own blood at an eclipse.
    Witch: a witch is a person that has special abilities and is immortal they look like a human and blood runs in their...
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“Opal... Who is this man” Marley Asked. Opal just noticed the two boys standing there herself, but soon understood, for their vampiric powers were far beyond hers. “I’m guessing this is that pure-blood bastard releasing all that power before” Said Alec. Marley grabbed Opal by the top and pulled her to her feet. “Damn you! You bit her didn’t you?” Shouted Marley. The man put his hand back to his side. “Sigh”. “This is so much trouble” Said the Man. Before Alec could say a word, the man elbowed him straight in the face. Alec slid for about three metres and then rolled...
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A/N: Yeah, I know, I come up with some weird stuff. Fractions of a whole story. Well, attatch whatever story you want. This is about a mourning teen. And suicide.

Please rate. (And please comment)
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Getting cold in the sun’s shadow

Drowning in this black pin’s ink

Gone is the lovely light, night’s here despite

Twilight’s eternal fights and weep

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She breathed in and out slowly, each breath appearing in front of her, a wisp of cold smoke disappearing. Around her was a silent vibration she had never...
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posted by RATHBONE07
Tap!Tap! There was that sound again. It was so annoyingly loud, but it did drown out the screams in the next room. Tap!! Who the hell would bother to disturb me on a Monday morning? Bang!!
"What the hell!" I yell rolling of my bed and dragging myself towards the door. When i finally open it theres Michael starring at me with his blood red eyes.
"Damn Lilly!! Ive been banging at your door since freakin' six in the morning! Are you freakin' deaf or something?God!"
"Let's just say that i did hear you but ignored it. Dude, do you know how early six in the morning is? You interrupted my beauty sleep....
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posted by gossipgirlxoxo
He smirked. “Hello Sadie” he sang, I closed my eyes and then opened them again, hoping I was going blind. I heard footsteps behind me and then a loud scoff. “What’re you doing here?” Ethan asked, I opened my mouth to answer for Adam but was interrupted. “I came here to see Sadie” he said, I sighed. Ethan looked to me and gave me a look, one I noticed he used to give to me when we were kids and I had stolen his toy. “Is this true did you ask him to come?” Ethan asked me, I shrugged. “I don’t think so” I told him, I heard Adam laugh. “I’m so glad this amuses you!”...
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posted by A_Sirens_Call
A sirens call

CHAPTER ONE::: Shyness

It is the first day back, I really did not think of anything interesting happening, it was all new and strange after the holidays nothing would surprise me. Our little group of six did not have any specific relations towards outsiders we tried to keep contact with the human race to a minimum considering we are no longer human. After that experiment from the mad scientist - Doctor John Hallwain – trying to clone us making marginal errors then tried a different experiment but that is all I know and that was gathered by Annabelle who could read minds and was...
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posted by Cuddles
A/N: My first poem I post here...I hope it is any good.

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Memories

Far distant seem to be
the things I now call memory.
The good and bad, the right and wrong
share a thing, cause they are gone.

Long forgotten feelings rise
each of them in their disguise.
They are not dead, so it only seems
waiting patiently to haunt me in my dreams.

Will it ever cease to be?
Even if it's called memory
Does that mean I always have to remember
to give up, to hide from them, to surrender?

Whenever I fight them I will lose.
I have nothing between I could choose.
No matter...
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Me: okay i actually found this story in my local newspaer from 20 years back. And i'll put a symbol for town names. I don't want rapists or pheaodifiles coming to my town... okay lets begin. And i shall have to give some background history. Well at there was a renovation going on at $ which was between # and &, for an old mental asylum to be converted into a power house musuem. Anyway so this story takes place then. I think i'm not sure of dates.
$ was a small town, very small as in like only three -5 thousande people


okay so in Australia out in the country there was a young couple travelling...
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posted by Codby
This is what comes out me in class. When I should pay attention. ;)
Also some funny pictures.

He was crying. The tears weren’t coming fast, they were slow. So slow as a turtle.
They had only this time because when he steps out of this room he will be different, letting no more tears fall. He looked her straight in the eyes. He was still crying but now there was fire and ice in his eyes.

Fire so warm it could freeze every living thing.
Ice so cold that it could burn the whole world.

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Watch me. You will be surprised. I’m stronger and faster in many ways. And you haven’t...
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posted by liviabutterfly
Chapter [#2]

Narrators POV

An old man in a cloak walked into the neighborhood in which Olivia lived. Everyone stared at him as he walked around.

Olivia's POV

I smiled brightly as I dived into the ocean, "wait up!!!" Oliver laughed as my five brothers ran after me with surfboards, buggy boards, buckets for picking up sea shells, and dad brought out our special maid sandcastle buckets. They were big and made the best structures ever!!! Plus our family is known for our sand castles/structures. I smiled and dived down, feeling the salty cold water against my skin, it's the best feeling ever. When...
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    I walked for so long, looking for something, not knowing what that someone thing actually was. The sky bleeding with an orange sunset as the sun moved ever so slowly below the horizon. I stopped in my tracks ans stared for a moment, than went back to searching for my mystery object. This was a great time to take in the woods which have always scared me. It wasn't bad walking through them. everything was orange from the ending of summer. It was like walking in those stories you always hear about. Just then, a soft rustle in the bushes interrupted my thoughts. Not knowing...
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posted by BennieBear27
Chapter One

My alarm went off at 7:00 on the morning February 8th, 2017. I reluctantly sat up on the edge of my bed and yawned.

"Morning." I heard a voice say. My eyes were still closed.

"Luna?" I mumble. "That you?"

"Yep." I open my eyes to see Luna Middleton standing three feet diagonal from me.

I shared a room with her, her twin sister Kyla, and my brother Jacob. That's how everyone does here. You live with your twin and your SIDA partner.

"So, sleepy head." she smirked. "You gonna get up or what? If not, I'll eat your breakfast for you."

I don't reply and shake my head.

"Oh, come on!" Luna...
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Prologue
The wind was howling like wolves in the night, and Will sat shivering in his post. The turret on which he sat overlooked a tall rock ledge that sloped into the ocean.
“Why do I get this bloody post.” he said to himself. The air was so cold up there that it sank right into your bones. Even though Will had dressed as warmly as he could with a thick woolen cloak, he could still feel the icy fingers creeping up his back. The fire in the brazier barely helped either.
“Nothing as always.” he said as he looked out to the edge of the sea. He had taken to talking to himself when he...
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