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posted by shenelopefan
Dejé mi corazón abierto. Pero tú no entendiste. No viste lo que en realidad ha sucedido. Quise explicártelo pero sabía que no entenderías. Me considerarías demente, loca, pensarías que he perdido la cabeza. Que la he perdido por ti.

No puedo decir que la perdí completamente, pero puedo contarte lo que he perdido por ti. Ahora soy normal y detesto ser de esta forma. No puedo volar si soy esto, sólo estoy encadenada a ti, por un vínculo que ni tú ni yo hemos podido decidir.

Pero no voy a quejarme de estar ligada a ti. He aprendido a aceptarlo. He aprendido a vivir. Todo gracias a ti. Yo solía ser diferente, solía volar por todas partes, nadie notaba mi presencia, pero yo podía realizar gran cantidad de cosas, tenía los poderes necesarios.

Pero de todas las personas que encontré en el camino y de todas las que sé que گھاس, ہے en el mundo ¿Por qué tuve que circundarte a ti?

Mi pecado fue la ingenuidad. Fue no haber considerado las opciones. Yo sabía que había reglas que seguir, y sabía cuál era el costo de romperlas.

Los ángeles no se pueden enamorar de los mortales. Pero yo sí pude. Y por eso perdí mis alas. Por eso no puedo volar más. Por eso ya no tengo poderes sobrenaturales. Por eso me escondo de todos. Por eso dejo que sólo tú te me acerques.

No quiero que el mundo me vea, porque no creo que ellos entiendan. Siendo sinceros ¿Quién lo entendería?

Ahora aprendiendo a ser una humana, la miseria me alcanza. Ahora entiendo, lo que es no obtener lo que uno ama. Mi alma, si es que se me ha concedido una, llora y se encierra en sí misma. Sufro dolores que jamás sufrí. Dolores que no se pueden ver, dolores que están, como lo dicen los humanos, adentro del corazón.

Pero nunca dejé de protegerte. Y cuando todo parezca, estar a punto de derrumbarse, yo sólo quiero que sepas quien soy.

Soy tu suerte. La suerte que fue aleatoriamente escogida para ti.

Deberías saber que todos tienen un ángel guardián. Algunos tienen alas, otros, amor para dar. Yo tengo todo mi amor para ofrecer, pues soy una criatura extraña en un mundo desconocido que me aterra y me hace sentir insegura todo el tiempo.

Así que soy tu ángel guardian. Sé que lo soy. E incluso si tengo que protegerte, siempre te amaré… secretamente.
posted by e2mma2weasle3
How to Add Emotion to a Story

1.    Understand الفاظ مطلوبہ یا 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. آپ 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 سے طرف کی 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 یا 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 منٹ 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 سب, سب سے اوپر of a gargoyle wearing a white شرٹ, قمیض with a black کوٹ over it. His eyes where a light green with a black cat eye stroke through it. As the man stood up آپ saw that he had pitch black hair and his skin was white like paper. As آپ closed in on the man’s face آپ 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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ارے 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 آپ like it, and please, if possible, add a تبصرہ saying what آپ think.

Me and Those

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

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

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

But do آپ 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 آپ were born,
Came up with a path for آپ 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 یا 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. آپ only need to look at her...
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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 تقسیم halter, halter, اگاڑی neck...
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posted by fanfly
 Artwork سے طرف کی me
Artwork by me
Who are آپ to judge?
Sitting right where آپ are
آپ have no claim on me

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

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

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

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

I am my own path
I know my own guide
آپ can't mold me
No matter how آپ 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 سے طرف کی any cosmic mover,

so no passing wind یا fog will douse it.

Only your eyes can scratch out the image

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

Will آپ 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 سے طرف کی taking one step forward,

سے طرف کی placing one hand onto the mountain,

as the wind tugs gently at your back,

آپ will realize the cage has already been broken.
Your hair is long, wet, and wavy and clings to آپ as آپ rise from the lake. آپ get the sense that the water should be clearer. آپ don’t dwell on it though, distracted سے طرف کی your own hair. آپ 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. آپ don’t realize that آپ are topless until your hair settles against your back. But آپ are not ashamed, there is a sense of liberation, آپ can better feel what the earth and the wind are telling آپ this way. If آپ could see behind you, آپ would know that...
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posted by pLaStIcSUNDAE
It's gray. It's always been so gray.

The beating دل that searched for what it believed to be a forever, only to be led astray.

The beating دل full of warm belief,

Now an iceberg of کڑوا, تلخ regret, the surface a shallow reflection of the depths that rest beneath.

The smiling mask distorts the image of the surface, betraying the eyes.

The rigid, cold structure reduced to a cube of ice.

A problem crippled and crumbled into "I'm fine."

If the eyes are windows to the soul, then these windows have been fogged and cracked.

If the eyes are the windows to the soul, then within these, behind the mist,...
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8 Elements Of The Nutshell Technique سے طرف کی Jill Chamberlain via FilmCourage.com.
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PART 1- LETS HAVE A RANT

Hi. So yeah, from the عنوان I think you've gathered this story is about .... well let's just say a problematic 19 سال old struggling to find a meaning in life.

If you're a typical "Caucasian" you'll never understand the things we "brown people" have to face. Over-protective parents are just the start. The kinds of people are totally different. The type of "cheats", "betrayers", "heart-breakers".

Being born in a place 2% of the people worldwide knew is just the start of a slightly difficult life. For now, lemme just summarize my life for you. I'm a 19 سال old girl living...
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THIS IS VERY URGENT AND NOT A JOKE! ALSO DON'T GOOF OFF!!!!

I really mean it! What would آپ be able to do if SOPA/TPP censors the internet? What would آپ be able to do if writing fanfics and drawing fanarts become illegal? What would آپ do if it's illegal to do a cover of your پسندیدہ song on YouTube? What would آپ do if downloading things from the internet (music, movies, TV episodes, etc) became illegal? What would آپ do if SOPA/TPP wins the war and takes away internet freedom? Net Neutrality is already dead so far, we can't risk the freedom of internet...
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posted by ilu_rayray
 Liyah (me)
Liyah (me)
Aliyah-Me(18)
Alexus(18)
Jasmine(18)
Prince(18)
Roc(18)
Ray(18)

My pov
Wassup im Aliyah but آپ can call me liyah for short. I sing and im a backup dancer for mindless behavior with my two besties Alexus and Jasmine. I feel torn that prod left but ayyee Nobody knows this but i kinda like کرن, رے idk what it feels like to like someone bcus my dad always abused me and i never liked boys ever since but the past is gone and im living the life out in L.A.

Alexus pov
Hello im alexus but i perfer u call me lexi. I live with my sister جیسمین, یاسمین and bestie liyah in L.A me and my sister been through alot our parents...
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November 5th 9,999,980 BC 6:01 A.M.
Mist wanders down a small deer trail through the woods. He pulls himself up onto a glistening درخت branch. He sees a small girl huddled on the ground. He jumps down and slowly approaches her.
He draws an arrow. The girl turns around.
'Who are you?' asks Mist.
'I am Amirell, daughter of Amerith,' she says. 'Now tell me, who are you?'
'I am Mist, son of Karellcia.' he says.
'I could help you,' says Amirell. 'I have food and water. if we rationed it we would have enough.'
'I shall not need a woman's help,' says Mist. 'tis easy to find food out here. If I killed...
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posted by jeweleryfan11
About:
Once i was having a دن dream about this story. And it brang me to this. A story about AshleyxDamon.

Chapter 1: Sunset
Sitting in an oak tree,a young 13 سال old was writing a letter to her father in Tokyo. He was doing research. Then her twin Austin came. "What are آپ doing here?," she asked. "I love the sunset", Austin said. "That's why i'm here," Ashley said. They watched the beautiful sunset and went in they're vintage home. "Ashley who is the letter for,"Austin asked. " Dad," she answered. "Dinner آپ guys," there mother said. And they went inside.
Credit to breebree446
posted by EmilyMJFan910
Based on a short film سے طرف کی EmilyMJFan910.

Sapphire was a normal girl. She was very happy with her life and saw herself as lucky. But she had one very special trait.
Sapphire loved to daydream.
She daydreamed every day, all دن long. She dreamed about flying! Romance! Animals! Anything and everything. But mostly, she dreamed about changing into someone different. One منٹ she was a mermaid, another she was a princess. One she was a celebrity, the other she was an adventurous horse rider. But sometimes, when Sapphire was dwelling in the deepest of her daydreams, she would get carried away, causing...
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I had a friend, she lived in the north of China, her name was Chie. Chie was only 12 years old when she died!

It happend a few years ago, Chie and her family were going to mass on a Sunday, it was supposed to be just like any normal Sunday for her. Her and the rest of her family would get ready for mass and when they got ہوم they would start to prepare lunch.
Little did they know that they would never sit down to have lunch together again!

Because on that دن the authorities surrounded the church, held the priest under house arrest, and all the people in the church were shot dead!

The priest...
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CHAPTER EIGHT:
OCTOBER 29, 1995:
I wake up around 7:20, horrified at how long I have slept. I have not thought about that night in ages, an am absolutely horrified سے طرف کی what would happen next, but that story will be for another time. I know. Right now I have مزید pressing matters to attend to. I need to find out the reason behind the flashes I had the night I arrived. It has never happened before, and I wonder who it is that I saw lying dead on the ground during the last flash. I change once more, and remember I do not have my car. I phone Harold and he agrees to pick me up. As I wait for him,...
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آپ may not know me but I know you. Your the one with a family who loves you, with a friend who actually Accepts you, the person who has the normal life. My name is Rebecca, I'm the girl who all her "friends" ignore her, the girl who gets beaten سے طرف کی her father. The one who thinks the world hates her. And everyday i wonder if someone would help me but no one ever does. This is my Diary, read on if tragedy Appeals to your sence of mind i guess.


February 1st 1978
Dear diary,
is there anyone out there? Anyone who truly understands? Everyone says Being Alive is better then dead, but why do people say...
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