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posted by Insight357
I awoke around ten that morning. I looked beside of me Alexander sat looking at me. A hint of a smile was on his face.
    “Good morning,” he said, handing me a cup of coffee.
    “Thanks,” I کہا taking a sip. It was just the way I like it, black.
    “You may want to get dressed,” Alexander said, eyeing my stomach. I pulled up the sheet.
    “Why? Clothes are so restricting,” I said. There was no point in getting dressed. I needed to avoid Grey as long as possible. She would be pissed.
    “I know, but it would be polite. آپ don’t want to be naked in front of Lucy یا her friend…What’s his name…” Alexander looked at the floor thinking.
    “Xander is his name. Lucy is here?” she didn’t know where Alexander lived, did she?
    “Yes, they got here about thirty منٹ ago. سے طرف کی the way, I told Lucy,” Alexander said.
    “How did she react?” I prayed she didn’t fall to pieces, as I would’ve done.
    “She took it really well; she asked why I gave her up. I told her I never knew she existed. Lucy seemed to accept the answer,” Alexander said.
    “I’ll be in there in a minute,” I said, giving Alexander a cue to leave the room.
    “Okay,” he stood from the bed, and went into what I assumed to be the living room.
    I threw the covers off me. I went over near the bedroom door, my clothes laid in a black pile. I put my شرٹ, قمیض on, then my pants, and belt.
    After I was dressed, I went into the living room. Lucy and Xander sat on a black leather sofa. Alexander wasn’t in the room. Lucy looked from Xander up to me, and grinned. I saw the similarities now; Alexander and Lucy had the same smile, thin lips, rabbit nose, and rounded eye shape. Maybe that’s why she looked familiar when I first met her.
    “Hello, Damien,” she said.
    “Hello, Lucy. How are you?” I asked.
    “Good, Damien this is my friend Xander,” Xander had black hair, and brown eyes. He had a lip ring, and his left ear was pierced. He wore a black tank top, with black ripped jeans, and skater shoes.
    “Nice to meet you, Xander,” I said.
    “Lucy has told me a lot about you, Damien,” he said.
    “Really?” I کہا looking at Lucy. She gave a sheepish grin. Lucy wore a black mini-skirt, and a purple Legalize Gay tee shirt. Alexander walked back into the room; he sat in a black chair. I noticed everyone was sitting, and I felt out of place. I sank down onto the love نشست behind me.
    “I was thinking we could go to the art museum today,” کہا Xander. “The four of us.”
    “Oh, that would be fun,” کہا Lucy enthusiastically.
    I looked over at Alexander. “I don’t think Alexander یا I have anything to do today, I‘m sure we can go,” I said.
    “Yes, my schedule is free today,” he said. “We’ll go now.”
    He stood up, and walked over to the apartment door. Lucy, Xander, and I followed. We went outside, it was hot, but there were gray clouds in the distance.
    “We will walk,” کہا Alexander. He started down 7th Avenue. I walked behind Lucy and Xander. They talked with their heads leaned in close. Every few منٹ I could hear Lucy giggle. Young love was amazing; they didn’t really know what it was. Yet they knew it better than adults ever could.
    After a moment, Alexander came back to me. He let Lucy and Xander lead the way. Alexander took my hand, and held it in his. I smiled inwardly; it was nice to have him. I had wanted him for so long, now to admit it, and have him, made me feel complete. I never wanted this moment to end, not between Alexander and I, یا being with Xander and Lucy. I wished this was permanent, but it was only temporary.
posted by VAMPirella1997
this my poem...I just wrote it randomly...Don't know if it's any good...what do آپ think?

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If آپ love him,
Tell him so.
If آپ love him,
Tell him not to go.

The very worst,
He can do,
The very worst,
He can do is say no.

Don’t hide away,
Wishing all day,
Don’t hide away,
Just come out and say.

“Yes, I love you,
I’ve told آپ so.
And if آپ love me,
Please don’t go.”

“Yes, I love you,
I’ve told آپ so.
And if آپ love me,
Please don’t go.”

“Please, please,
Please don’t go.
Please, please.
Please, please don’t go.”

So, if آپ love him,
Tell him so.
If آپ love him,
Tell him not to go.

The very worst,
He can do,
The very worst,
He can do is say no.
posted by lilacool
Little raindrops shiny,silver,
Dropping silently into the river.
A girl sitting quiet,alone,
Her smile is fading,her hope is gone.
It faded really long ago,
That sounds sad,i know.
She quickly wipes away a tear,
It's her secret so no one can hear.
She secretly cries every night,
It's her fate,so she cant fight.
She touches a raindrop and goes back inside,
She is so lost,she's losing her pride.
All she asks for is a friend,
Someone to be there and understand.
So help her to make her dream come true,
There's always something آپ can do.
He has آگ کے, آگ in his eyes.

Burning, flaming, blazing with his fury,
But not at me,
Never at me,
For I am his love,
The one he holds above
All others. His fury
Is for those who would harm me,
Who would dare to bring کڑوا, تلخ tears to my eyes.
They alone see the full fury of his fire.

He has آگ کے, آگ in his eyes.

They sparkle when he smiles,
Crackling آگ کے, آگ behind dark irises.
They are beautiful because of the firelight behind them.
What is he thinking of as he smiles at me,
The flames in his eyes gleaming brightly?
He's thinking of the thing we both hold dear,
The treasured, precious love we share.

He has آگ کے, آگ in his...
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One of them charged at Marley while he was on the ground. He jumped up, the beast missed him, but he landed on the back of the other one. He tried to weigh it down (Which was just ridiculous to try in the first place), it didn’t work. Alec quickly jumped on the beast with Marley, as they tried to throw the beast to the ground together. The first beast rammed into the سیکنڈ one, it barely felt it, but Marley and Alec fly four metres into the air. Opal came out and slashed on first one with her nails, as her eyes turn rose. Marley and Alec landed; they both stood up and took a battle stance,...
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posted by T-lover
what I'm writing isn't exactly an مضمون , but I hope آپ will enjoy it ^_^ ..

Girl; Do I ever پار, صلیب you'r mind ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Do آپ like me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Do آپ want me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Would آپ cry if I left ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Would آپ live for me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Would آپ do anything for me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Choose me یا you'r life ?
Boy; My life .

The girl runs away in shock and pain and the boy runs after her and says ....

*The reason آپ never پار, صلیب my mind is because آپ are always on my mind .
*The reason why I don't like آپ is because I love آپ .
*The reason I don't want آپ is because I need آپ .
*The reason I wouldn't cry if آپ left is because I would die if آپ left .
*The reason I wouldn't live for آپ is because I would die for آپ .
*The reason why I'm not willing to do آپ anything for آپ is because I would do everything for آپ .
*The reason I chose my life is because آپ are my life .
posted by Bella_Swan3
Taylor had never shadow-walked with no destination in mind. Shadow walking was something she was slightly afraid to do. It made her feel unbalanced, as if she had been دیا too much control. Like standing on the edge of a cliff, the wind pushing آپ to jump, and some part of آپ secretly wanting to succumb to it's persuasive power.

She opened her eyes to the flat, glassy expanse of water in front of her. The tiny sliver of the moon was distorted سے طرف کی the waves.

Granted, shadow walking allowed her to appear wherever she wanted, but to her, it also served as a constant reminder that she was not...
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slowly climbing

inch سے طرف کی inch

bringing me closer

to my doom

butterflies of

anticipation

flutter nervously

in my stomach

knuckles whiten

jaws clench

what have I

gotten myself into

the suspense

is killing me

I'm going to hate it

I'm going to love it

I might lose my lunch

but I don't care

heaven help me

here it comes...

...

I hold my breath...

...

and then
I scream
my stomach
drops
my breath
is stolen
my heart
is pounding
adrenaline
courses
through
my veins
amid screams
of sweet terror
I fling up
my hands
and ride on
the wings
of Thrill!
I walked in and saw Dawn and Thor. I walked over and gave them both a look. “Where are mom and dad” I asked looking around the house. Dawn smile. “Still in Australia” I looked at Dawn with a confused smile. “Well then what’s going on” I asked. I was angry at Thor and Dawn and not because of Liz یا that mom and dad were still in Australia, but because they weren’t telling me anything. “Well?” I asked. Thor looked at me but he didn’t smile he just stared at me. “We were told to go home, we don’t know anything” he کہا in a کلیم voice. I heard a bang, I turned and saw...
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posted by CheeryDavis
Hi, so this is my first story put on here! It's in poem style so i thought what the گھاس, ہے i'll post it! so here it is:

the sky turns black and gray
all the color withers away
but in your arms i will stay
come what may

the lights could dim
the sky could fall
the world could stand still
but your arms are all i can feel
and in them i will stay
come what may

the waves come crashing
pulling me into the deep
but your arms are all i can feel washing over me
and as آپ pull me up and hold me close
i know that آپ will never let go
in your arms i will stay come what may

the sky shines bright for the first time is...
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posted by iluvtheshow
I remember the دن I fell in love.
Not just simple love.
No, this was head over heels, I'd die for آپ love.
I remember where I fell in love.
A small middle school in a small town.
A place آپ could easily miss.
I remember the my matchmaker.
A short women, but with مزید آگ کے, آگ then آپ could ever imagine.
مزید passion for what she does then I had ever seen.
I remember my girlfriends who were with me.
My athletic, sassy, fun-loving chicks.
My flirting consultants.
I remember him.
Good God, he was beautiful.
Yes, I remember the دن I fell in love.
True Love.
Head over heels love.
With..................
Basketball.

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This is dedicated to my first real باسکٹ, باسکٹ بال coach. She taught me not just how to play basketball, but how to be part of a team. I have so much respect for her and I know I should thank her everyday for helping me fall in love. For Coach Joy.
posted by CullensFinest13
آپ hurt me I hope آپ die I cant belive I trusted آپ I cant belive I loved آپ I cant belive I stayed up and worried that آپ wouldnt call. I cant belive that i loved آپ i trusted آپ and cared for you. im tired of آپ its time i let آپ go but your always there آپ wont leave me alone...its time for آپ to leave so never come back walk out of my life i am going to lock my door and never let آپ back in stay out so i can be happy آپ need آپ need to die let me live my own life آپ shouldnt be controlling me anymore im not property im a human and i dont belong to the likes of you, آپ were...
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posted by vampiress015
I presuming we all joined this spot 'cos we love to write, right? If so then آپ all know what I'm talking about when I say that we all love our main characters and sometimes want to make them the best people in the world.

B-O-R-I-N-G

Yes, we want to make our main character gets the best out of the story, since it's their story. But if they're the best people in the world it doesn't really make them believable and then the reader just doesn't care about them (which is hard to understand cos we as the writer love em, but unfortunantley it's true)

So here is my step-by-step guide to make sure that...
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posted by Sweet_Pants
Just a poem. I hope it isn't much of a bother to rate.

I dream of all things

Uncertain of dark deeds and pasts

Within these thoughts as dark as sea

When once those wings of black

Hung over all

Shadowing but of the wretched white

That blinds me of all beauty.

I dream of all things

From happiness to highs

Let down these pills

یا I’m gone, retreat inside my mind

Where none but the darkest thoughts

Swallowing twilight

I dream of all things

From the stories told سے طرف کی hidden scars

Unable to دکھائیں themselves

Under this intense scrutiny

That makes up this world’s attire

To the times that I could be happy

Without a drug to create

The much-needed illusion...


I dream of all things
No matter of their contents
Because, well,
Nightmares are still dreams.
posted by mrs-mindfreak
I decided to do a story where I put my iPod on shuffle and start writing. Lucky for me, all the songs were basically sad یا angry music. So this is what I came up with :)

The rain pattered on the windows drowsily, drowning out Alana’s choking sobs. She sat in her پسندیدہ wooden rocker, and buried her face in her hands miserably. Her black hair clung to her sweaty face. Her clammy palms were wet from tears. She never wanted to اقدام from that spot again. Although she was filled with irrevocable remorse, she felt comfortable there. No one in the house, rain falling softly outside, and just...
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‘You shouldn't have shot the dog.’ That single thought reverberated inside my head, knocking from side to side, smashing at the sides of my skull until I had to put my hands to my temples in a futile attempt to stop the pain. The man sitting اگلے to me took a swig of his whiskey, the glass bottle knocking against his yellowed and rotten teeth. His other hand held onto the steering wheel, maneuvering the car down the winding and deserted stretch of highway. I leaned my head against the cool glass of the passenger side window, willing my head to stop pounding. From the radio, the soft strains...
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 The Writer Behind the Words
The Writer Behind the Words
Luck has little to do with link. A long lasting writing career doesn’t just happen. A writer can burst onto the scene and quickly disappear. Another can have a series of hits then write a bunch of flops and never be heard from again. The difference between a long lasting career and one that burns out is strategy. Here are seven rules to help آپ find the right strategy for آپ and get آپ started on your journey to long lasting success.

Learn the power of focus. For most of us, we have مزید than enough to do on a daily basis. And when it comes to any writing project the فہرست can grow exponentially-...
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The fragrance of scotch pine and blue سپروس, تیکھا is pungent in the air, amplified سے طرف کی the heat of late June. یا so آپ think it is June. This place feels oddly void of time. آپ open your eyes to see a sun hazed over سے طرف کی stratus clouds. From all angles آپ spy familiar wooden structures.
You are back.

You sit up with your legs tucked under your bottom and bask in the estival air and all of the scents that waft within it. آپ furrow your brows, thinking that it is not as clean as before. Even so, the place hums with earthy energy. A stronger gust of wind picks up the hem of your شرٹ, قمیض and flutters...
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posted by Epismatic
The Man With No Eyes Collection (3): Mask




When the curtain rises, all is forgiven.

I’ll brush it all off with a movie-star smile,

A genuine laugh, but my eyes must be hidden,

The truth they contain is considered too vile.

My voice is a song that will play through your ears,

And invite آپ to dance to the sound of my tune,

I take a bow, deeply, and drink in your cheers,

I’ll always remain here,

You’ll come see me soon.

A new دن is dawning,

“Quick, put on your mask!”

And hurry outside, meet the crowd.

“Where’ve آپ been?”

With fanciful جوابات to all that آپ ask,

I’ll always wait here for...
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posted by WritingBookWorm
So, one of my New’s Years Resolutions this سال it to write more. So, I decided to make this:

The goal is to write something every day.

Starting on the 31st of January, every دن there is a vague word, idea, object, question, statement یا anything. آپ can take it anyway آپ want.

Then each دن آپ should write what it tells آپ too یا something inspired سے طرف کی it. Whether it be a poem, a small scene, a character description, journal entry, short story یا even just one really well crafted sentence.

Even if the prompt confuses you, یا آپ have no ideas just write something! It’s a great exercise...
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This guide was inspired سے طرف کی a سوال recently گیا کیا پوسٹ سے طرف کی link on this spot. The user was looking for ways to put a twist on fairytales. I began to write an answer, but my answer soon developed into an article. So here it is.

Note that these aren't specifically for fairytales; they can be used on any old, well-known stories. After listing some ideas on how آپ can put a twist on such stories, I'll give a few examples of فلمیں that have done used one یا مزید of these ideas.

1. Swap the genders of the traditional characters.
Do any of the characters behave especially "typical" for their gender?...
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