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"No,no,no! Ponny, you're supposed to sound scared. like this, 'AAAA! The Coopestells! They're back!'" Hilisia said. She said the line terrifiying. Ponya rolled her eyes. "If I say it any more frighted, my eyes will pop out! And anyway, you're NOT the director. I'm doing it wrong when Mr.Figgsten says so." Ponya snapped back. "Ok girls, from the top!" The girls got ready. Then suddenly, Ponya stretched her arm out to Hilisia(Luci) And said, "Luci! LOOK OUT!" "What? What Brenda?" "AAAA! The Coopestells! They're back!" "EEEEEEK!" "RUN!!!" They both said. Then the scene ended as they ran off stage. "Perfect!" Mr.Figgsten yelled. Huffing and puffing, the girls came offstage. "Hey you guys I know it's short notice, but we will have to shoot the rest of the film in New Hampshire!"
posted by AliceKinsley
“Lev, you left your book on the table.” Boris rushed over to me, handing me my English textbook. I grabbed it reluctantly, sighing. I meant to leave it there. English isn’t my strongest subject. Or Language.
“No, I meant to leave book there.” I replied, rolling my eyes and shoving the textbook into my satchel. Boris chuckled and patted my shoulder. America was such a strange country. The language was hard, the people were different, and the weather was unpredictable. At least in Russia you could understand what the people were saying, and when it was going to snow or shine. “Why...
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posted by Funnygirl77
learing to let go is like jumping out of an airplan with no para shoot
learing to let go is like jumping out of an airplan with no para shoot
8:00 am Saturday
I woke up, I felt way better then I had in years. I love the ending of my dream, I could still fill the warmth of Alec's arms. I smiled to myself as I made Breakfast for Aunt Maggie and me. I made pancakes, Bacon, and eggs, Aunt Maggie walked down stairs and smiled at me. "what's gotten in to you?" I smiled, thinking of what Alec said. Aunt Maggie looked at me, and said "alright who's the boy?"

I pretended like I was offended, "boy, what boy?" Aunt Maggie laughed, "do I get to meet him?" I smiled, "You may? it depends." I stopped talking then, When I'm with Alec I fill so alive,...
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posted by juicyjossy9
Did God Create Evil?

The university professor challenged his students with this question:

"Did God create everything that exists?"

A student bravely replied, "Yes, he did!"

"God created everything?" The professor asked.

"Yes sir", the student replied.

The professor answered, "If God created everything, then God created evil, since evil exists, and according to the principal that our works define who we are, then God is evil".

The student became quiet before such an answer.
The professor, quite pleased with himself, boasted to the students that he had proven once more that the Christian faith was a...
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posted by Marcus_Ghent
Rahar and the Three Bandits
(aside the three bandits bit. I originally intended this to be a longer, full story but I sorta like it as just a lil moral short /shrug)

Rahar seemed a plain fellow but should you ask his friends they would all tell you he had the makings of greatness, that he was designed to fullfill integral roles in important events. Indeed there was nothing obviously special about him...unless he chose to show you. He wore his black hair long, down past his shoulders to about mid-back. Many loose-fitting rings adorned his calloused hands, though usually these had the impresion...
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John Muir Middle School

Alexa Lightman: a girl with braces who wants to make a difference. Age 11
Deandra Cody: a formerly chubby Hispanic girl who loves drawing. Age 12
Katie Eckert: a pigtailed basketball player who wants to be star forward. Age 12
Emma Walsh: a young brunette girl who plays soccer to win. Age 13
Colleen Tepper: a blonde girl who strives to be a champion figure skater. Age 13
Hannah Slater: a girl with curly brown hair who is a violin prodigy. Age 14
Brooke Paxton: a Hispanic girl who play guitar. Age 11
Brigit Banks: a bun wearing blonde Irish dancer who is very serious and competitive....
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posted by breebree446
Although JP doesn't really describe his characters that much, he gives enough about Iggy to know he's blind, a pyro, and has strawberry blonde hair!
Although JP doesn't really describe his characters that much, he gives enough about Iggy to know he's blind, a pyro, and has strawberry blonde hair!
So, we have the plot line and idea prepared. But what about the thing that makes it all come to life? The characters. This is a little article on character development.

Appearence!

You know the old saying, "Appearence is everything."? Well, it's not! But it IS important when writing. As you go along, think about what your character looks like. What's thier hair color? What kind of body type do they have. What's thier eye color. I'll admit i'm not a big fan of the "Hi. My name is _____ I have brown hair and blue eyes." What I do is describe the characters subtly. Like if one character describes...
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posted by Twilightluv3r
For the past three weeks Taylor and I haven't been getting along so well. All we do is argue about every little thing. Most of the time it's because we never have time to spend with each other.
He's still acting, but he's only getting small parts, so he thought he needed to practice his acting. It was so hard trying to be a bestfriend on his schedule, so we decided to distance ourselves, a little, for a week. The first two days were like hell. I did't want to talk to anyone except for Taylor. I would have talked to Amy, but she was sick.
But then everything turned around when Mark and I started...
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posted by odekanmi
I told someone once,
"You are alone".
The person refused to agree,
"Why?",
"What for?",
"Why should i be told I'm alone"
Those were the words most probably flowing through the fellas mind at the time,
Think of it,
Stop,
Take a deep breath,
Think again,
Who were you with the last second?,
You, yourself and you,right?,
Look around you,
Are you sure this is where you want to be?,
I look,
Right now,
And,you know what I see?,
No one.
Nada Nada person,
Well that's my own language, forget it.
There's no one there,
But I do what I do best,
Suffer in silence.
posted by deathchick9
Syayuki Kimihiro,is a normal Japaneses high school girl trying to find her place and make friends,but when she was 5 she was taken from her home,she has many nightmares about this event even after 11 years,These nightmares consist of demons monsters and gargoyles.Her family says that it's normal sines she was found unconscious with no memories of this horrible event,now she has episodes where she has excruciating chest pain till she falls unconscious.Her mother being a doctor was able to make a vaccine for her but it only works for one day.Suddenly four new students appear making her episodes and nightmares worse.As if that's not bad enough now there are strange marks on her left wrist that hurt like hell.Do these new students have something to do with it and why is the leader constantly flirting with her?
Dizzy:

As I weaved through the crowded hallways, I focussed on the rhythm of my footsteps. I was lost. It was as if I was a new student or something. Now that Annabella was gone, the hallways made me dizzy with fear. When you're with your best friend, nothing matters. When you know you'll never see her again, not even a faint light of happiness appears at the end of the freight tunnel.
I'm still me, I reminded myself. But who was I? Before knew it, a bib of tears flooded down my chest. I hear red-headed Abigail whisper to Elisa. Faint words saying, 'They're actually crying?' I wished those...
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Or was someone threatening me? Signs of threats weren’t the ones I had.
Maybe just warnings.
    “Glorious, Have you ever, had signs before? You know, like something warning you not to go on or go some place?” I asked myself. I shivered in the coldness of my room. I liked it cold.
    “I don’t understand you,” a voice rang to my left. There, in the middle of my doorway, stood Looi, my older brother. He was leaning on the door frame.
    “Hey, do you mind? I’m getting ready. Don’t you have your own bathroom?” I asked...
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posted by InnocentNoMore
Feel like falling,
    but sure to stand fast.
Feel like letting go,
    but afraid of the rash,
Feel like giving up,
    but afraid to sleep,
Want to jump,
    but afraid to of falling off way to deep.
Sometimes life takes me in weird directions,
    but knowing me, its all imperfections.
Sometimes emotions cloud every single thought,
    and knowing my actions, I’m here to rot.
Forever will my mistakes continue to haunt me,
    standing here, I now see.
What if things could be different next time?
    Would it then, take a lifetime?
posted by amethyst44
The one thing that never freaked me out before was when the teacher got mad at us, especially Mr. Donnahue. But watching him shred up each and every paper that he touched on that dumb desk of his...well...it made me shiver a bit.
That's when I saw it; my paper, neatly written in my cursive writting, only with pink gel pen instead of the standard pencil. Under my desk, I crossed my fingers, hoping, waiting, praying. I shut my eyes.
Then I heard it; riiiiiip.
I opened my eyes, blinking as I followed Mr. Donnahue's hands, which held my torn paper, throw the scraps over the edge and into the trash...
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(Before you read this, remember that this character is a student at a sailing school, and can fly.)

I woke up. It was cloudy. The green sea went into ginormus waves the size of sharks. I went outside.
My boat was shaking in the weather, and it was all wet. I sailed it anyways. I grabbed the steer, raised the anchor, and went out.
    The sea was hard on me. The waves pulled my white, small, wooden boat up and down the great seas. I felt great. I felt brave. I felt calm.
    Rain started to fall down as the clouds got darker. It was amazing. The wind blew...
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posted by Flana_2
We walked down back to what I thought was his house. It was actually his tiny hospital hut.
“You healed me”?    
“Yeah. On your head. You were banged up pretty hard.” He said that with pride and a smile. At least there was that. He could heal people that make them love him, it fills him with so much joy. I sat down on the tiny bed and tried to think about my past, if I could remember the ocean ride here. I thought hard but it didn’t come back to me. Hmmm I wondered why, why can’t I remember a single thing about sleeping or riding or anything? Minrough read my...
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posted by TeamRosalieHale
21: Every Famous Last Word

IT continued to follow the trail of the carriage-leaving Canada, coming back to the states, through Montana, North Dakota, Minnesota. IT sensed the trail went different from north but IT was not entirely sure which way.
Master watched and occasionally offered praise to IT, always reminding IT to get the blonde, alive, bringing her to master. Along the way, IT killed a stray vampire here or there, master smiling the whole time at the mess.
Oblivious to the danger that was closing in fast, the carriage marched on to Ohio, darkness had settled in, Tristan was sound...
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posted by TeamRosalieHale
20: Love Remains the Same

It was early morning the next day; Tristan had woken shortly before the sun, though he appeared quite different from the golden-haired blue eyed god Rosalie had seen: his hair was dark brown, his eyes a hazel color with a tad of green. “Today, I’m going to visit two of the ones I changed oh about seven, eight years ago. Then, we will head home, east through Indiana, Ohio, West Virginia, then south to home. Sound good?”
“I feel the need to hunt” David said, bookless for the first time.
Tristan nodded. “Very well. You’ll probably be back before we are.”...
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posted by TeamRosalieHale
19: Every Breath You Take

Master watched and listened to everything that was happening. Master was less than pleased with the progress that Jack and Rosalie’s relationship was making. Master had believed that with time, it would have fallen apart.
For once, Master was wrong and this made Master very angry.
Master let it’s eyes drift from the lovebirds to IT. Smiling, Master saw that IT was doing IT’s job correctly. IT was back on the trail of the carriage, making IT’s way through Canada. Along the way, IT had taken down half a dozen undead monsters, and several more since IT had entered...
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posted by TeamRosalieHale
9: You and Me

“So Tristan, how do you fit into all this?” Alice asked him. He was sitting on a chair closest to the front of the carriage. He looked up from his book and sighed.
“Well, I was created in 1408, by two warlocks known as Magna and Dejan. They took me and molded me into the perfect creature-a creature with the ability to change into anything at will-human, animal, whatever-telepathy, soothsayer, I was the perfect creature. But there are some limits even the could not look past though they are few: I can’t grant wishes, not the way a genie can, I can’t kill anyone at all,...
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posted by TeamRosalieHale
10: Hero

By then, the two had stopped fighting, though Alice was still fuming, not that Rosalie could really blame her. Once again, Alice was unsure what came next: half of her wanted to just run and run until she had left it all behind and the other wanted to stay though this was mostly to see what Rosalie meant by Jack meaning so much to her.
Tristan, Jack, Michael and David waited inside the carriage. Tristan was in no hurry and Jack would have jumped off and followed Rosalie in a second. That kiss had sealed the deal and answered the question that had plagued him so many years: had she...
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