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posted by gossipgirlxoxo
I walked over there my very first thoughts were Thor. But it wasn’t. I walked over there and saw Ethan I opened the window. He pushed his way passed me without saying a word; he lay on my bed and started to breathe slowly. “What the...” I said looking at him but he didn’t even look back at me he just stayed there. I walked over and sat on the bed. “Well” I said. “Shh, I have a major headache” he said rubbing his temples. I smacked him on his chest and for a second I let it lie there and then he looked at me. “So what happened?” he said smiling a smug smile. “What do you mean?” I said giving him a confused look. “What made you change your mind about me?” he said still smiling. For a second I was still giving him the confused look but then I remembered. Ethan’s power includes reading you like an open book. “Oh god” I said and got up; I put my hand over my mouth. “Come here” he said waving his hand. “No, I’m fantastic over here” I said still in shock. But then he came over and put his hand on my cheek like the other day. We were in each other’s gaze when finally he kissed me.

The kiss started off simple but then something came over me I grabbed his shoulders moving my hands up to his neck, I pushed him back onto my wall a photo fell down we both laughed. In the seconds our lips separated we would have to take a breather. Then after that he pulled back I wanted to pull him back to me, but then I heard a thump. “Thor” he said and he went into my bathroom. I stayed there part of me thinking about had just happened and the other part thinking what am I going to tell Thor.

He came in. “what’s going on here?” he said, looking at all the broken glass and broken pictures. “Umm...well I am dancing” I said. He gave me a ‘do you think I am an idiot?’ look and he went into my bathroom. I stopped breathing but when he came out alone I realised that Ethan was gone. Part of me was mad at Thor from coming in but I guess another part was relieved, who knows how far it could have gone.
I
n the morning I woke up and saw the glass near my bed. “It wasn’t a dream” I said to myself. I then ran to my closet and put on the first things I could find, a Yellow shirt and navy blue jeans. I walked down stairs and saw Thor and Ethan sitting at the table. I walked in and sat on the other side opposite to Ethan. Ethan smiled and winked at me while Thor was turning to look on the game. I kicked him under the table. Thor turned back and looked at me. “So what happened last night?” he said. “What do you mean?” I said I knew what he meant. “Last night, when I came in and checked on you, and don’t say that you were dancing because you weren’t” He said and signed. Ethan acted intrigued. “Oh, yeah that I umm....tried the pendant thing again” I said. As soon as I said it a sign of relief went over Ethan’s head. Thor smiled “Why?” He said raising an eyebrow. “Well, I need to help him so I thought I would try it and I’ll stop though, I mean my photo’s lives are in danger” I said smiling. Thor returned the smile as he got up and went upstairs. “Be right back” he said. “Well, looks like you are my little princess” He said smiling. He walked over and sat next to me just like he did the other day. “No, I’m not last night was a mistake. One that I will never do again” I said. He put his hand on my cheek like last night. “So, if I were to kiss you” He whispered in my ear. I didn’t slap his hand away. His lips were just touching mine.

The kiss was not like last night this kiss was gentle, our lips were slowly moving in the rhythm of each others. Then he pulled away I had that same felling, I didn’t want him to stop. But this time Thor wasn’t coming. “What?” I said moving back an inch. “If Thor walked in right now would you stop?” he said coming close to me. “Where did this come from?” I asked. “Answer my question” He said. “Yeah, yes of course” as soon as I said he moved back a stood up. “Then you’re right” he said and went up stairs. “What do you mean? I asked. There was no answer.

For the rest of the day all I could think about was Ethan’s riddle. Then suddenly I hear a knock at the door. I walk over and answer it. Relief went over my head it was Ethan. “Oh if it isn’t the riddler” I said walking off. I could hear him following me but I ignored it. “It’s not a riddle” he said as he grabbed my arm. “Yes it is" I said in a mocking tone. “No it’s not” he said letting go of my arm. “Then tell me what it meant” I said, walking into the kitchen and sitting down at the table, he did the same. “You said that you weren’t my little princess” The words came out of his mouth like a knife in my back. I wasn’t his little princess and I would have stopped if Thor had came in. “I hurt you, didn’t I?” I didn’t want him to say yes. “No, but you made your point” he said. “What point?” I asked. “That you are not my little princess and you can’t be last night I was off my head. And you were lost in your thoughts” I words hit me, I didn’t hurt him but he had hurt me. “So what you’re saying is that last night was a mistake” I said. “Yeah” he said as he got up. It was a mistake, I said I didn’t want to get into the whole boy next door thing and I nearly did. “Okay” I said and got up like him. I didn’t even say goodbye I just turned around and left.
posted by ejenk1025
Chapter 2

I pull into the driveway of the cafe. I look into my rear view mirror. I look good. (Laugh) I get out of the car then fix my clothes. I'm ready. Just be yourself. Ok. I'm walking in. Don't fall. Don't fall .. He sees me. Just walk up to him.

"Hey."
"Hey. Glad you could make it." said Lucas
"I'm glad you could make it, too."
"Well. I work here so..." said Lucas
"You work here? Cool."
"Yeah. This is actually my mom's cafe. Let me introduce you." said Lucas
"Oh goody." I said nervously

Good impression. Good impression. Good impression.

"Mom, this is Brooke. Brooke, my mom." said Lucas
"Pleasure...
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posted by ZekiYuro
Whatever food you're looking for-an all-you-can-eat breakfast,a quick lunch,a romantic dinner-you'll find it in San Francisco.The city is home to over 4500 restaurants and eating places.And they're not only for tourists.On average,San Franciscans eat out 267 times a year.

You can eat food from anywhere in the world,from Afghan to Argentinian,and from Vietnamese to vegetarian.With Mexican fast food,Italian bakeries,hundreds of Thai,Chinese,Vietnamese,and Korean restaurants,and in-and-out Japanese noodle shops,it's possible to eat your way round the world during a single San Francisco weekend....
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posted by alicia386
Chapter Five

Mason met Olivia at his favorite restaurant. It was a perfect day for a dinner date. The sun was shinny, the clouds were extra white, and the grass seemed greener then ever. If only she knew that this was a dinner date. He signed the last autograph for today as Olivia sat across from him at their round table. Her hair was curly and in a ponytail. Then she wore a red dress with a thick, black belt in the middle. His second impression of her was still the same, gorgeous. This date was going pretty well but Cassidy dresses better. Mainly because Cassidy is rich but he didn't want to...
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posted by alicia386
Chapter Four

Olivia was extra busy today. Today was the first day of the movie shoot for Hourglass. Before they could even start recording the movie, the would have to check up on everything. The wardrobe had to perfect. The scenes had to be accurately planned out. Then they had to make sure that all of the camera crew was positioned. Olivia wouldn't be able to receive the permits until tomorrow. So they couldn't start filming until then. She followed closely behind Mason as he did the daily check up.

Mason went straight towards wardrobe and the outfit choices. The outfit for Charlotte's arrival...
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Remembering is just an invention of the mind,
So you need not try to remember something,
You remember it automatically.
Which is the best thing that you could have.

The good times that we had...
It is placed in a portion of your mind.
The bad times that we had...
It is placed in the other part of your mind.

You try to forget all of the bad things that happened,
But it is not possible.
It is stuck in you.
The bad things are painted in ink on your heart.

The good things, you try to remember.
And they stay.
They never go.
Never leave you.

Remembering is just an invention of the mind.
And, well...I guess I'm happy for that.
So I can remember every friend I've had,
Every boyfriend,
And all the good times.
Every memory will never leave my heart.
They will never be forsaken.
Never.
posted by Problematic129
*Poem I wrote for a class project on the holocaust.
DON'T COPY*
Different in ways they couldn't control
Killed for reasons we do not know
Ranging from ages young to old
The innocent people were taken from homes
Soulless people did not care
That the Jewish were in despair
Concentration camps ending their screams
Breaking apart their families
Not once did they do anything wrong
They opened their mouths and sang a sad song
Years went by and more pain came
Until on one very special day
As one we all saved
The survivors of the Holocaust
Stan, the young donkey, was wandering sadly around the barn. He seemed hopeless and wounded and had no desire to speak to any of his fellow donkeys; even talking to his father was not appealing to him that exact moment. In fact, he was feeling ashamed of having a donkey father. He was ashamed of being a donkey altogether.
As the moon and stars scattered across the dark, blue sky, Stan decided he no longer to wander. He needed some solution, he needed reassurance, and only his grandfather seemed appropriate for that particular job.
Grandpa Roger was sleeping peacefully in the barn. He had become...
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Bane’s POV

I laid in the grass, watching the clouds. I was beginning to dose off, right before sleep took me, a body pounced on me. I groaned, and looked up. A shaggy haired boy was sitting on my chest, giggling. My best friend, Christian.
    “Get off!” I yelled rolling over. He slid off me.
    “Party pooper,” Christian stuck his tongue out at me. He was so childlike, but that was something I had always loved about him. That’s also why we got along so well. He was hyperactive and loud, while I was cynical and quite.
    I...
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posted by Hades223
CHAPTER 1


Jason Card sat at his desk in his science classroom bored out of his mind. He hated science. It was his least favorite subject. Mainly because it was the last subject of the day and by that time Jason was usually ready to go home.
Mr. Form droned on and on about chemicals or something. Jason didn’t listen. He just sat at his desk and drew on some paper. He was a very good drawer.
Jason Card was a fourteen year old as of yesterday. His black messy hair never gave in to a brush which usually meant it was mangled and messy and went down to his ears. He was wearing a simple red t-shirt...
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posted by cullens-rule
Chapter 4 Tom

“it would be easier if you knew, but I will try to explain, as well as I can, you know my name is Tom but my second name is Cullen”
I interrupted him now
“Tom Cullen? Sounds old fashioned”
“It is, any way I’m just seventeen”
He looked away sheepishly like he was lying this made me curious would he really lie about his age.
“my real parents are dead now, they died of an illness I don’t really know much about them”
“I sorry that must be heart braking”
He looked miserable he looked into my eyes and I could feel his pain, but he carried on
“I take after my father...
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posted by e2mma2weasle3
How to Add Emotion to a Story

1.    Understand Keywords or Key Phrases. Key Phrases are phrases in a story that triggers the waterworks. They are sentences that make people cry. Such as, a pet dies. You could write, "Goodbye, Old friend." A Key Phrase could also be an action. Such as, there are two pets. One pet dies. The other pet tries to sleep with the other one by cuddling up to the dead body.

2.    Add a lot of relationship between the one who dies and another character, whether that is a human or an animal.

3.    Add comedy to the...
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posted by sapherequeen
*Sigh* Okay, this is the first piece of writing I will ever share with anyone. Rarely does the idea of a poem ever enter my dark mind. But tonight, just two minutes ago, this one came to me, and I had to...write...it...down...


I’m aching here
I’m bleeding there

Pain strikes within
My every move

And there’s
Nothing
I Can
Do
To Make It
Stop

The tears roll down my face
And freeze there quickly
And stay until the time comes
Where they are no longer frozen
And begin to stream down again

My hurt was bottled up
But someone broke the bottle
And now it’s
Everywhere
And there’s nothing
I Can
Do
To Heal Myself

I’m...
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“Look at them, trying to figure it out. Trying to work out why a pure-blood has come to their school, Antiworld, huh? This could be fun”. There was a young man sitting on the top of a gargoyle wearing a white shirt with a black coat over it. His eyes where a light green with a black cat eye stroke through it. As the man stood up you saw that he had pitch black hair and his skin was white like paper. As you closed in on the man’s face you saw his eye drop a line of blood down his cheek, as if he was crying blood. The man looked up at the sun covering his face with his hand, he closed his...
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Hey guys! I just wrote this poem. I haven't written a poem in quite a while, maybe a year, and this one's an attempt to get back on the poem writing path. Well hope you like it, and please, if possible, add a comment saying what you think.

Me and Those

Ever noticed that in this life
Everyone wants you to do something,
Or be something
That sometimes you don’t want to be?

They are those!
You know them!
You probably have those in your house.
They are those who expect you to take a path,
Even though,
Sometimes,
You don’t want to take.

They are those who expect you to be great,
Even though,
Sometimes,
You prefer to be small and humble.

But do you think,
For the slightest second,
That they care about that?
They don’t!

They are your parents,
Your grandparents,
Your Uncles and aunts,
That since you were born,
Came up with a path for you in life.

But know this,
And say it to yourself:
They are those, they matter,
But me is I,
And I’m the main character.
posted by BellaSwan636
Serena

She screams every time a police officer or strange nurse touches her. She refuses to hear them out. So, until further notice, she is staying in my apartment.

I glance at the clock in the waiting room. It's past midnight. Wow. Jamie and Ashleigh are asleep on a small green couch, with a receiving blanket draped over them. I pick them both up, since Kayla and I are free to leave, and we all walk outside to my car. Kayla opens the back door, and while I'm strapping the two little girls in, I signal for her to get in on the passenger side.

She's a broken person. You only need to look at her...
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posted by livethislifeup
It's harder to forgive than to forget,
vice-versa, either way, it's still a threat,
time passes, memory flashes,
you're rememberin'
thoughts are coming in
no way to escape it, its a no win.
drives you insane, you try to up your game,
tell yourself they'll regret it and they'll live in shame,
just cause they dragged your name,
across every damn lane,
and you got hurt every time, yeah you still in pain,
and it ain't the same, you all tense around them,
and more anger do you gain.
Deep down it's still hurtin' you
like every wound would,
it's like a throbbing cut
that keeps your eyes tight shut,
and you sound out...
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posted by BellaSwan636
Serena

On Friday, Tia had picked me up to go shopping.

Tia was ecstatic; for what reason, I had no idea. Tia was like a hurricane, she jotted down my sizes on her hand and then took of through the store at a pace that should've set her path on fire.

"You look great in black, white, and blue," she muttered. I saved that for future reference; she obviously knew what she was doing. Plus I'd been told that each of those colours looked nice on me before.

She pulled me into a dressing room, pointed out which outfits to try out, and exited to let me change.

I pulled a scary-looking black halter neck...
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posted by fanfly
Artwork by me
Artwork by me
Who are you to judge?
Sitting right where you are
You have no claim on me

I know my own path
I am my own guide
You are nothing to me
No matter how you try

What do you care?
If I'm not doing it right
I'm not following you

I know my own path
I am my own guide
You don't know me
No matter how you try

Why are you here?
You know I don't want you
I told you to leave me

I am my own path
I know my own guide
You can't mold me
No matter how you try





Why do I feel compelled to write angsty poetry? I swear I'm not even that angsty. lol Oh well, I hope someone out there enjoys it.
posted by Epismatic
A whisper in the cavern that goes unheard,

and a glimmer in the sky that stays unnoticed,

like the start of a brand new life, at the peak

of a mountain never scaled, lies in wait.

It can't be moved by any cosmic mover,

so no passing wind or fog will douse it.

Only your eyes can scratch out the image

or accept it, the light at the edge of your eyes.

Will you take hold of the key you're offered?

Stop singing of freedom; seek it instead?

To become a companion of the new

takes an ever expanding, soaring gaze.

But even by taking one step forward,

by placing one hand onto the mountain,

as the wind tugs gently at your back,

you will realize the cage has already been broken.
Your hair is long, wet, and wavy and clings to you as you rise from the lake. You get the sense that the water should be clearer. You don’t dwell on it though, distracted by your own hair. You don’t remember it being so long. With every motion the string of beads and shells woven into your hair bobs gently with a clicking noise. You don’t realize that you are topless until your hair settles against your back. But you are not ashamed, there is a sense of liberation, you can better feel what the earth and the wind are telling you this way. If you could see behind you, you would know that...
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