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posted by ZekiYuro
Imagine,John Lennon's most famous song,was recently voted"Britain's favourite song of all time".It's an idealistic song about peace and hope for a better world.
"Imagine all the people living life in peace."The song was a big hit in 1971,and again in 1980 when Lennon was murdered in New York.It became a hit for a third time after the terrorist attacks of September 11th 2001.

But who really wrote the song?Until recently the answer to this سوال was always John Lennon.But on a TV programme this week Lennon's wife,Yoko Ono,spoke for the first time about how she,in fact,helped to write the song.

Ono کہا that the idea and inspiration for Imagine came from some of her poems that John Lennon was reading at that time.The poems began with the word"Imagine":"Imagine a raindrop,Imagine a goldfish."Ono said,"When I was a child in Japan during the سیکنڈ World War my brother and I were terribly hungry.I imagined delicious menus for him and he began to smile.If آپ think something is impossible,you can imagine it and make it happen."

In an interview just before he died,Lennon admitted that Yoko deserved credit for Imagine.He said,"A lot of it-the lyrics and the concept-came from her,from her book of poems,imagine this,imagine that".Lennon کہا that he was"too macho"to share the credit with her at the time.

Ono کہا that some of the song was written when they were flying across the Atlantic and the rest was written on the piano in their bedroom at their ہوم in England.Ono said,"The song speaks about John's dream for the world.It was something he really wanted to say."Imagine became a مقبول song for peace activists everywhere.

In March 2002 the airport in his ہوم town of Liverpool was re-named John Lennon Airport.A sign above the main entrance has a line from Imagine:"Above us only sky".
posted by GreenLight24
Author's Note: Hey, writers. I decided to take a little break from the Blacktie and Whiteshade series and write this short story from the perspective of a young violinist about his unlikely romance with a troubled young lady. (I might even turn it into another series ;]) I'd call it a romance comedy, with just a few serious moments. Enjoy!!!

November 3rd, 2001. I was 17 years old, and I remember it like it was yesterday. My mother had just dropped me off at the annual Winter Season Recital. It was a cloudy winter's morning and the winds danced in unison to the melancholy tune of Mozart's requiem...
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posted by Rae-Ash
You’re the reason why
I have to lie
Why I hurt so much
That my heart’s in a clutch

I’m slowly dying
‘Cause of your lying
آپ used to be my magic
But now you’re a dick

آپ made me long to be
Everything that wasn’t Lee
But look where that got me
Locked in without a key

If only آپ knew
That I plummeted deeper than blue
But then again
You’re just another two timing has been

آپ ran away
Thinking it’d be okay
But آپ were wrong
مزید so than any love song

آپ made me want to sing
With آپ following
But look at how wrong I was
Believing آپ that it was just “buzz”

Now you’re the reason why
I cannot do anything but cry
posted by Rae-Ash
I felt them start to build up
As soon as I saw him
I put on a happy face for my mom
Because she doesn’t know
That he broke my heart
She didn’t know that I balled my eyes out
She hasn’t realized that I’ve withdrawn

He says he wants us to be friends
I could barely hold them back
He asked if I understood
And I do
But that doesn’t stop the pain and anger
I blink back the tears
And realize that I was starting to put a shield up
My shield of anger

I feel the tears
As I pray
That God will help me this time
So I don’t isolate myself again
And don’t lose myself

Tears……
They come and I can’t stop them
I hate them
They are a weakness
and I can’t stop them
posted by sheldor101
Violently, the ground shook,
As the mountain exhaled black smoke.
Overwhelmed, they ran for cover,
Those left began to choke.
Cherished, were the possessions left behind,
Melted and scattered as ash.
Beloved, the children lost,
They couldn’t make a تیز رو, سوئفٹ dash.
Darkened, the cloudy heavens above,
Black clouds fell from the sky.
Covered, the people escaping,
With no way out they began to die.
Lost, the souls of the trapped,
A snatched half-chance at life.
Fallen is Pompeii;
Civilisation, love and it’s people’s cries.
CHAPTER TWELVE:
Danny wakes up around noon; he seems dizzy the moment his eyes open. I close the blinds swiftly. “Are آپ okay?” I ask stupidly, already knowing the answer. Danny is in unimaginable pain on the inside. The infusion I gave him was quick, thus the change was slightly different than most. “Horrible.” He mutters, grabbing his head. I lean over to look at him. The change has affected him, I note, and there may be different after effects. After all, his transformation into a vampire was as I mentioned before, highly unusual. “Ashley.” He says, finally placing a name to...
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The fiction story I wrote EXCLUSIVELY for Fanpop. Enjoy!

Shadow watched silently until the bike was out of sight before turning to look at the animals. With a mischievous feeling, Shadow began barking like crazy and speeding toward the animals.
BARK!! BARK-BARK! BARK!!
The farm animals went completely crazy, chasing the dog back, running away from him, screeching at the سب, سب سے اوپر of their lungs, and generally running haywire all over the farmyard.
Shadow stopped after about two thrilling منٹ of chase. He shook himself off, barked a few times, then squeezed himself underneath the gate and took off...
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CHAPTER FOUR:
As I near the parking lot of Crystal Falls High School, my supersonic hearing picks up on hundreds of voices. As I pull into a parking space, I note how many people are already there. As I walk into the office, the ten منٹ warning گھنٹی, بیل rings. I walk up to the desk, and the secretary looks up at me. “Yes?” she asks. I quickly explain that I am new to the school, and that I am a senior. She looks up my name in the student records, and nods. “Ashley Garland. Age seventeen? Transferring from Santa Barbara?” she asks. I nod, and hear the hum of the printer as it prints out...
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CHAPTER THREE:
CRYSTAL FALLS, CALIFORNIA
OCTOBER 27, 1995
It is five AM when I finally enter Crystal Falls. The sun has not yet appeared over the horizon. After entering the town, I spare no time searching for the apartment complex. I spot it after driving around the suburban area for about fifteen minutes. I park my car outside of the building I am looking for, and climb up two flights of stairs to unlock the door. Then, I race down the stairs and quickly grab all my things I packed and اقدام them into the apartment with ease. I switch on the news and find that another victim has been found near...
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This is a fiction story that I've been forming in my head for awhile and decided to post it.

This is a romance book but hopefully I succeed at making آپ laugh here and their. The main girl (Ember) is like me from her hair to her odd habbits. Anywho, she's pretty great and she can get along with most anyone... expect Kadin Ski. He's the most annoying, prideful, ignorant, boy she has ever met. She hates him with a burning passion.

And then something happens...

Suddenly, during a dodge ball game, things start to change. Soon she feels venerable, her stomach does cartwheels, she sweats when she...
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CHAPTER TWO:
SANTA BARBARA, CALIFORNIA
OCTOBER 26, 1995:10:57 PM
It is nearly eleven when I pull to a stop outside of Saint Packie’s Bar in Santa Barbara. On this particular evening, I feel like doing some vigilante justice, if my sources are correct, which of course they will be, my victim will be inside the bar searching for his latest victim. Such irony, I think to myself. He will soon die in one of the most horrible ways imaginable, although this is only my plan A. If any problems proceed, there are always better ways of dispatching my victims. I دکھائیں my ID to the security officer, and he...
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posted by Dreamcatcher26
Khloe, Caroline, a few other دوستوں and I flung ourselves down the سٹریٹ, گلی to the hottest club in town devils lounge, I was thankful that the bouncers here were as dumb witted as everywhere else about fake ids.

Inside the club Icy, smoke lurked on the ground; coloured lights gave me a spontaneous rush of excitement. I looked at the seas of bodies that were grinding on the dance floor, an arm snaked around my waist before spinning me around to hold me in their grip.

'Scarlett babies آپ joining us tonight for a hit?'
I scoffed and pushed Eric of me.
‘Control your brother Khloe before the dog gets...
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This is a Fiction Story I wrote EXCLUSIVELY for Fanpop. Please see what آپ think of it.

In a somewhat large village not too far out in the country, the sun was blazing its hottest near a great forest. Luckily, in the forest it was cool, for the trees housed everything and blocked out the heat. But the trees also housed life. Animals.
A mother dog.
The Border سے collie, کوللی had been stray all her life, yet she was healthy and happy living in the forest. She rolled onto her back to see the magical view of sunlight peering through the treetops, much to the dismay of her newborn litter. She sensed this and...
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Dear info keeper of my life.
Yes that sounds way ٹھنڈے, کولر and not so mainstream. I was late to class again today, God I hate it when that happens. When آپ enter people just keep staring at you. It almost like I am some sort of alien from planet Zog!

The worst of them all is this guy called Ryan Singer. He is considered مزید مقبول than me yet at the same time still a nerd. He sits behind me in class and stares at me the whole day. I mean it.
It is weird I mean. DOES HE EVER BLINK!

Well most people do tend to stare at me when me and my دوستوں enter class, but that's just because I am a punk and...
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posted by juliet98
In the سال 4125 the Earth was still turning on itself. Apparently everything was the same as it was two thausand years ago. But it wasn't so. The democracy we got fighting was distroied سے طرف کی a man. After 15 years of wars, in 4025 Cyrus defeated free people and he established the tyranny. The whole world was controlled and the freedom dind't exist anymore. Everyone lost trust in everything, in love, in courage, in God. Most of people didn't know that there was a prophecy. It کہا that the humanity had to pass through a century of pain and fear to realize how important freedom was. But then in...
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 this is scarlet included becouse originally for manga so brief تفصیل
this is scarlet included becouse originally for manga so brief description
flameheart sits in the گھاس lettting the breeze pass over him waiting
"hmm i hope i dont wait long" he says to into the air
looks around startled as a rustle comes from the bushes behind him
"scarlet is that you" he ask nervously
there's a flash of red and yellow knocking flamheart to the grounf with a large ذائقہ, مارنا like stone on metal. he shrieks with a hint of a smile on his face as a pair of half paws half hands hold him down.
a bright female tone female voice with a playfull tone talks to flameheart" i got آپ flameheart admit it!!"
holding him down is a human like لومڑی creature with red fur...
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posted by terra_rocker
Chapter one –
Unlike the last few months the last three days had broken out of the tedious routine my days had grown tired and used to. My دن took the same route as every other one that was until I had to دکھائیں the new girl… Briara, where her locker was. Briara was cheerful and happy, dressed in an array of exotic bright colours that not only made me want to vomit but shield my eyes, her outfit an extreme contrast to my alternate altered clothing. My plain black vest top, freshly ripped into a V-neck with added buttons and a tie, matched only with skinny jeans in a dark grey. My dress style...
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This was take from a post on Tumblr that I found interesting and wanted to share! (And I did some of my own Googling and added to the list.) It just goes to دکھائیں that someone telling آپ that your writing isn't good doesn't mean anything. People just think differently from each other. ;P

Sylvia Plath: There certainly isn’t enough genuine talent for us to take notice.

Rudyard Kipling: I’m sorry Mr. Kipling, but آپ just don’t know how to use the English language.

Emily Dickinson: [Your poems] are quite as remarkable for defects as for beauties and are generally devoid of true poetical qualities....
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"Shaun, wake up. آپ need to go now." The words I heard a faint voice say. It sounded familiar but I couldn't put my finger on it. Who was it? I just couldn't figure it out no matter how hard I tried. اگلے was a sound. Blood spraying from a body. The drops hit the ground one سے طرف کی one. The sound echoing through my head like bells going off simultaneously. My eyes open in an instance. The only color I see is red. I rub my eye and feel the blood i had heard. It was mine.

I fall back to the ground as my eyes start to close slowly. I can hear that voice again. "Get up! Please get up! I need you,...
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Some people say that vigilantes’ are a menace. Apparently helping people in need when the police won’t is a problem for some people. In reality, if this so-called ‘menace’ knows what he’s doing and isn’t causing any problems, then why is it so wrong? I’ve certainly saved مزید lives than I can count. I guess trying to be a hero is frowned upon these days. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not saying everyone should go out and take the law into their own hands. It takes years of training and skill to take such risks.

    That’s where my years of military service come...
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Michael ran from the black, shadowy figure that was standing in the street. It began chasing after him, and he began to freak out. I can't freak out یا it'll catch me, and I can't let that happen! he thought. Even so, he felt himself tiring as he cleared his neighbor's hedges and bolted for the alleyway between the Soda دکان and the 10 Cents Store.
The antique store across the سٹریٹ, گلی from him had it's doors open with it's lights off. Michael sprinted into the store and careened to a stop. He turned around, slammed the door shut, and ran haphazardly up the stairs to look for a hiding spot....
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