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posted by alicia386
This is a continuation of The Dying Ashes. I am Katherine Adams and I have received this manuscript my aunt had sent me weeks ago. She has gone missing. I fear for her life and I wish not to speak of her. I must continur this tale.

I knew Dylon very well. He was like a سیکنڈ father to me so his death took a great toll on me. To continue my aunt's research I have had to follow those four demigods very closely. I have learned so much about them. I think that maybe it is better to اقدام from city to city so they can't get a good lead on where I am. So far it has worked.

Gabriel and Maycen were the sons of Zeus so they are the most dangerous. Their powers are not like any other demigod powers. They control not only the weather but sometimes they control your mood. Yes, shocking, I know. I have come up with the theory that since weather can sometimes have an effect on your mood, they have learned how to کنٹرول, جوتنا weather and change it into something completely different. i feel angry sometimes when I am following them.

Elysia is the son of Hades as آپ probably already know. He mostly controls the dead. There are some cases that he could control the living and make them murder themselves but I wish not to see any of that.

Lastly, Arthur who I belive is the most dangerous. He is a son of Posiedon. The sea god. Arthur controls water mainly. It is extraordinary to watch him اقدام the water in such a way that he could have created tsumani on the spot. Luckly I have not been around ot see him do that.

They meet every thursday at their cave. That is where they were today. They all wore black.

"Has anyone noticed Dylon's disappearance yet?" asked Maycen.

"His wife," Arthur replied. "She moved to Europe though. I felt her crossing the ocean on the boat."

"Should we follow her? She most likely knows whatever Dylon told her. What if she knew . . . the secret?" Gabriel looked to one person after the other. No one murmured a word.

Jade came in through the door. She refuses to wear any colors that aren't red یا black. She is the twin sister of Elysia. He would never mention that though. "Hello boys," she greeted. "Did آپ honestly think آپ could avoid me forever?"

This is where I must stop. Too much information at one time can harm me. They know now. I can sense that they know what I am doing. If anything is to happen to me. I will make sure to hand this down to someone in the family. I only wish you, the reader, luck. If they know I am writing this then they probably know that آپ are reading this. I fear for the both of us. I wish آپ the best of luck.
posted by hgfan5602
Together, at last,
We sing in unison,
As the eagles zoom past us,
Symbolizing true freedom now.

We are together,
Not just our country,
But all the countries of the universe,
Syria, China, Germany,
Russia, Canada, Brazil,
And, of course, the United States.

I have never experienced
Such an amazing feeling
In my whole life,
As the soldiers of the universe
March past,
We are in utmost glory.

The unity of the universe,
We behold right now.
Never again, we shall quarrel,
Fighting with our steel rifles.

We will be free,
Not just blacks,
But all of us,
Together, at last.

We will be equal,
Women and men,
And we shall work together,...
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posted by SweetHoneyBunny
“What are آپ doing here?” I asked as he walked into my living room and stood beside Sophie. “Sophie wanted to visit, so here we are.” He replied. He put his arm around Sophie's waist which annoyed me. Sophie was my best friend and he was just someone who likes stalking girls. Remembering my mom's rule about being a good host, I closed the door and asked them if they wanted anything to drink. “Ya, I'll have a double mocha cappuccino.” Sophie said. I knew she was joking because she was having a hard time keeping a straight face. We looked at each other, then burst out laughing. “I...
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posted by alicia386
This is a continuation of The Dying Ashes. I am Katherine Adams and I have received this manuscript my aunt had sent me weeks ago. She has gone missing. I fear for her life and I wish not to speak of her. I must continur this tale.

I knew Dylon very well. He was like a سیکنڈ father to me so his death took a great toll on me. To continue my aunt's research I have had to follow those four demigods very closely. I have learned so much about them. I think that maybe it is better to اقدام from city to city so they can't get a good lead on where I am. So far it has worked.

Gabriel and Maycen were...
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posted by alicia386
Maycen, Elysia, Gabriel, and Arthur stood in a دائرے, حلقہ around some ashes that once was Dylon Mathers, the famous novelist. HIs life came to a sudden end. It wasn't because he wrote bad books. It was what he based his کتابیں off of. It is one thing to write about fiction but it is entirely different if آپ write about someone's past and have everyone read it. As I, Kyler Adams, write this horrific tale, I only want آپ to promise آپ won't share this with a soul. My life depends on it.

Writing this tale will lead me to the same fate as Dylon's. I only wish to share this with آپ to inform آپ of...
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*It is finally here! I couldn't wait so گیا کیا پوسٹ it early :) Thanks for all the comments, please don't copy and please read and review, the final chapters!*
Chapter 23
    The final showdown
    I was in so much pain, my stomach screamed, my mind screamed, my life screamed, I screamed.
    Mom was laughing, enjoying the pain I was suffering as she slowly twisted the knife. Sucking in a deep breath, I screamed the most loudest and terrifying scream I could come up with while I was in so much pain.
    Mission accomplished,...
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posted by Dhampires
No matter how much آپ wish for مزید it happens like the گھنٹہ glass time runs out and you'll lung for more.

With that time your ideas that others may know them as sweet they run out and leave people wanting more.

We song writers, novelists, story writers and poets will all leave our adience want so much more. The reason? It's because of our massive creatively, our unique style and tenchquie it's what drives us to a certain point as of where we'll keep our audience entertained. While inventors may lose their touch after contrast copies from the same old ideas being modefiyed we have our minds being put to the test سے طرف کی our viewers. After all they matter most their who we write for right?
*Thanks for all the comments, please don't copy and please read and review*
    Chapter 21    
Safe is an illusion to Daredevil’s and Murderer’s    
    “I haven’t told the other’s,” America tells me. “But I’m texting them right now.”
    I nod. “But first we have to get my mother and sister, oh and I still kind of need to eat.”
    “No problem, food and family first, then we’ll meet up later with the guys.”
    “Thanks for being...
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posted by Problematic129
*Thank for all the تبصرے :) Please don't copy and please read and review*
Chapter 20
    Let the games begin
    “What are آپ doing here?” I ask.
    “I could ask آپ the same thing,” America جوابات crossing her arms and giving me a pointed look. “Zyanna.”
    Now right then, my دل did stop. “What?”
    “Oh, don’t act stupid Zy, I know who آپ are.”
    “How…?”
    America looked confused. “You mean آپ didn’t send me that...
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posted by h3rmioneg
(Verse 1)
Waitin'
it's loadin'
just wanna get out of here
Waitin'
I'm fine
just wanting آپ to get out of my life
How long does it take for آپ to leave?
just wonderin'
How long does it take for آپ to leave?
Just Wonderin in in in

(Chorus)
I've been waitin'
my entire life
for آپ to leave
Petals and Sticks
all fake and broken
آپ didn't know what love
was till آپ met me
I bet آپ haven't changed
since
I Waitin' Waitin'

(Verse 2)
دکھائیں up in a گلابی dress
waitin' for my love to address
I'm like come on
یا I'm gettin' out of here

(Chorus)

(Bridge)
I want the life to leave
through thin air
7 miles away
I'm Waitin'

(Pre-Chorus)
for آپ to leave me
for آپ to go outerspace
and that's what I'm waitin' for

(Chorus)

(Verse 1)

(Chorus)

I' Waitin'
Chapter (1): 
She wlaked silently on her way ہوم from school passing green feilds and watching children running around and playing under the sun,even though it was sunny the wind was strong and cool "Hi Abbie" کہا a voice that came from her left , "Hey Leo" she replied turning her head to see him, "So what are آپ up too?" he asked, "You can clearly see what i'm up to i'm going home" she replied smiling at him, "can I walk along with you?" Leo کہا raking a hand in his Dirty blonde hair, "Sure" replied Abbie still smiling, and they both continued their journey in silence, when Abbie noticed...
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 Abigail Dalton
Abigail Dalton
Chapter One

      The sudden death of Abigail Dalton casted a spell on the quiet town of Brunswick, Georgia. Everyone felt utterly dismal as they watched the reporter give the gruesome details. It happened so suddenly and out the blue. Who could have ever killed the sweet 17 سال old girl that made even the grumpiest of men smile at her beauty and charm. It was true that she was beloved سے طرف کی her peers, family, and community. Who would kill her? Well, believe it یا not but there were some people who thought she was arrogant, stubborn, vain, and unintelligent. All of those تبصرے may be true...
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"Wake up, sissy! Wake up!" Anna screamed in my ear.
"OUCH!" I yelled back sitting up. Anna left my room. The walls of my room are filled with posters of rock bands and singers. I got up and changed into my clothes.Today was a different day. I was wearing a blue t-shirt with a peace sign on it and my پسندیدہ Miss Me Jeans.I went down the wooden staircase. I walked through our kitchen, heading in the direction of the dining room. Our dining room had a پیپر وال that had stamps that آپ would get in a passport because my family LOVED to travel. My mother came in with my usual breakfast: pancakes...
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