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posted by Bookworm_Mint
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Chaper 1 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
" Mom, why did آپ and Papa get divorced?" asked Lydia. Miss. Pheonix sighed. She waited a few سیکنڈ till she replied," Sweet heart, if I tell you, آپ shall not tell anyone ok?" Lydia nodded."Well it's a pretty simple story. I'll try to tell it in a short way as possible. Papa and I got divorced beacausehe fell in love with another girl." کہا Miss. Pheonix. "But Mother! I'm old enough to know more!" pleaded Lydia. Ms. Pheonix shook her head slowly. Lydia left the room quietly and slowly walked to her room. Lydia was already 16 now and her mom thought she still wasn't mature enough. She sat on her bed. Suddenly, a girl appeared to her. "Who are you? Why are آپ here?" asked Lydia. "I'm Enchantical Essence. A fairy to be exact.Who are you?" کہا the girl."I'm Lydia Pheonix. Now why are آپ in my room?!"........
TO BE CONTINUED
This is just an excerpt, so it might be kinda confusing, but still, let me know please!

"    She was surrounded, there was no way to go, no where to turn. Circling around, trying to formulate a plan, a stab of pain coursed through her veins, bringing her to her knees. Another shot brought her a face-full of colorful carpet. Someone from behind tied her hands together in some unknown bindings and pinned her thrashing body to the ground with the help of a few others.
    “Check her.”
    That voice… where Have I heard it before?
    One...
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posted by inexplicable
The last time

The دن was gray and it was raining outside. There were hardly any people seen on the streets, but I ran, soaked سے طرف کی the rain, down the street. I walked toward a house, but went unnoticed on the opposite side of the street. I looked up to the building and reminded me again at that time, to events to which I recalled many years later. It is in this house he lived not too long ago. Whether we were just friends, یا maybe even مزید than that, I still do not know. I called me back the memory of an evening that was not even long ago. We were in his room and he played me on the piano before...
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posted by Theatre_Freak
Once upon a time there was a little place called the 13 colonies. In one of these colonies lived little old m,e Angelina, but there was something different. In my colony, everyone was the same; we all had animals grew crops and so on, but I was special. Originally, I lived in Paris, France with my mother and father. After my father died when I was just a baby, my mother noticed that I had a gift that only few had in our family. I was a Witch.
My mother feared for my safety and made a deal with her sister. Her sister was a specialist in the dark arts of magic. Mother didn't trust her, but she...
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posted by twilight-rocks9
“Hay” Byron said. “Hi”I کہا “um….can I talk to you? This is sort of important.” I waited for his answer. It seemed like forever. “Sure. What do آپ want to talk about?” I didn’t know how to start. “Your sister. She’s being quite childish about this I mean she’s 15 I know I acted like a 5-year old when it doesn’t get what it wants. But this is just….well dumb-” he cut me off. “How is she being childish?!” he was very furious he looked like would explode. “Well… she only lets آپ talk to me when she’s not here. We have to hide the notes from her. And…...
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posted by Anudie
Once upon a time, in a perfect world there stood a perfect گلابی قلعہ guarded سے طرف کی a perfect number of perfect fluffy horses and surrounded سے طرف کی a perfect دیوار of perfect گلابی flowers.
In the perfect قلعہ there lived a perfect, perfect girl with a perfect life. Her perfect name was perfect: Serenity Lianna Honeyblossom Sweetytreat Sparkle نہیںملتیں Beauty Mary Sue.
She was always paid سے طرف کی authors to سٹار, ستارہ in their کتابیں and act like the perfect dream girl; aka a Mary Sue. She lived in Storyland, where all the ideal characters lived until they were picked for a story and then dropped back in after....
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posted by cute20k
Hi! I was writing a novel a while back, but I got distracted. I have only written the first chapter. I feel as if I need better names for the characters. I believe I'm going to ترمیم the first chapter a lot and bring in some other characters. For the main 2 characters I was thinking I would name them something foreign that has a meaning to do with love, to be a little cutesy. Also, عنوان suggestions would help! If آپ choose to follow the link below the female character's description, let me know if آپ have any names for the 2 cheerleaders mentioned.

Edit: For 'Jo'/female I was looking up names...
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Courtesy of the cartoonist, Clangnuts
Ah, the dreaded cliché! The worst feedback a writer can get is, "Well, it sounds sort of cliché, doesn't it?"

All authors want to be original. If someone even mentions that a writer's work reminds them of someone else's, the writer tenses up. "No, no, no, I'm nothing like him," he says swiftly. "I've never even read him."

"Yeah, but it's kinda like him," the reader persists, believing she is giving a compliment rather than an insult. "He's incredible, آپ should read him!"

The thing is-- it should be a compliment when a reader compares your work to...
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posted by Insight357
This is a story; my story. I am Damien Cole Demidov. My grandparents are full-blooded Russian. I am twenty-one years old, and I’ve been locked up in an asylum for four years.
    I have black hair about four inches from my shoulders. I am vampire pale. I have crystal blue eyes. I’m 5’9’’.
    I have met many a person in my time. Maybe you’ll meet some of the throughout the story.
    Anywho, I live in the U.S. now, shipped over with my mom when I was twelve. I live in New York City at the moment. My mom is back in Russia with my father, and grandparents.
    Now, let’s see what’s in store for us.
posted by EmzLovesCheryl
Life.


Life is what آپ make it, a recipe that could either end in disaster, یا turn out great.

Some people get an advantage, they start off with better ingredients. But at the end of the day, the person that worked the hardest, gets the best result, no matter how they started.

Never think that آپ can't beat that person who has every ingredient ready-made, because they happen to have that start in life. If آپ are dedicated to what آپ do, then there's nothing to stop آپ getting to that same stage. یا above that stage. آپ just have to be determined, talented at what it is آپ want to do, and...
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posted by kayleebabee
As the Bentley pulled into the huge گیراج jane smiled to herself gently. I felt Edward stiffen اگلے to me.
"What is it?" I mouthed I felt my eyebrows pul together in mystification, as he shook his head it must have been bad then what she was thinking.
"Move it I don't have all دن and neither do your family." She cackled like a witch on halloween.
I fought back a snarl- that was out of line and Jane seemed the type who would use your family against آپ in a fight.
"She was thinking about the tortures they had put Esme and Carlisle through. They let them get- آپ remember how thirsty آپ were before...
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posted by mars15
I hate when آپ walk away from me
because I'm always scared that آپ won't be come back
I hate every time i see you
because i always melt like ice scream on sun
I hate every time when I'm not seeing you
because i always think where are you
I hate that you're always in my head
because i can't think about anything else but you
I hate when آپ don't talk with me
because i always think that i did something wrong
I hate that i always try to impress you
but it's like آپ don't see that
I hate every time آپ touch me instinctively
because آپ always make me want to hold you,to kiss you
I hate every time آپ talk...
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posted by FalliNgSparks
Here I spread the colors of my life

They sound like a tune of fife


They always closed me in a dark room

I put on my headphones, enjoyed & played the boom


It's so boring to just see the sky

Today I decided I'll go and fly


Eveyones mind is full of depressions

But mine is full of imaginations


I changed the dark night into shining sequins

And the heap into beautiful fragrance


I don't want آپ to make my hair a mess

Cause I'm wearing the tiara to be a princess


My passion, my obsession, my desire

Don't interfere in between یا I'll blow آپ up with flames of fire
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