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posted by minniemeg
Authors note: Hi, this is my first time publishing something that wasn't پرستار fiction but its what I've been passionate about forever. So please forgive the inconsistent rhyming.

If I never saw آپ again.

How happy my life would be!

I'd be jumping up and down the walls so full of glee!

No مزید nagging!

No مزید griping!

No مزید constant whining!

No مزید rants about how dreadful your life is!

I could be free from the locks that is your torn up mind, no longer a prisoner in my own home.

Aw the very thought of never hearing your voice again fills me with so much joy!

No مزید yelling!

No مزید shrieking!

No مزید do this یا do that!

The very mention of my name سے طرف کی your irritable voice makes my ears bleed buckets.

The look of your horrendous face when yelling at me makes me vomit on the inside.

To imagine my life without you.

Is like a dream that's impossible to obtain.

Oh well, whilst I sleep that dream I long is true.

Where I am so happy.

To never see you.
posted by Rae-Ash
I’m so, so afraid
To دکھائیں the real me
Will آپ laugh at me?
--Call me names?
--Or just abandon me?
I don’t want to lose you
So, please say something…

Be yourself
Don’t be a fraud
And one دن you’ll see
You’re beautiful
--And Amazing
It’s just a matter of time

You’re always so perfect
It must be a front
To hide the real you
Are آپ ashamed
--Or could آپ be embarrassed?
So, which is it?

Be myself
Don’t be someone else
And I’ll prove to you
I’m beautiful
--And Amazing
Just watch and see

We’re two total opposites
Against the world
Will they snuff our light out?
--Or knock us...
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posted by para-scence
I know the Columbine Massacre anniversary was Friday, so I decided to put up a story I wrote about it. I wrote this a couple months پہلے from the viewpoint of Craig Scott. Please تبصرہ and let me know what آپ think.

“Craig! Get up! We’re going to be late!“ My sister Rachel pounded her fist on my door. I reluctantly opened my eyes to look at the clock. I had only ten منٹ to get ready. I cursed under my breath and got dressed quickly, not bothering to grab anything to eat. I got to Rachel’s car just before she was about to ditch me. I tried to catch up on my algebra homework on the...
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posted by PotterLambert93
His name was Charlie Brown. We first got him in the fall of 1999. He was cute cocker spaniel, سپنیل with the color of brown and had dark eyes. For 13 years, he was a part of our family. We played with him, took him for walks, gave all the love we had and so much more. He was also a ruff dog as well. Whenever people would come over he would bark at them, thinking that he was trying to protect us from danger. He would also bark at other people's dogs when we took him for walks and, he was very capable of biting badly. Despite all of that, we still loved him, and he loved us.

Around a few years ago, he...
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posted by House_Of_Night_
hiyah =), Hope yuuh guys enjoy this, just as much as i've enjoyed writing it. Please, rate and تبصرہ =).. And i'm totally sorry if this was way to long lOl.. xOox


‘Life as we know it, is Changing.'

Chapter One.

‘Look Lily. I totally wouldn’t freak out.’ Marci said.
‘Don’t freak out? ’ I asked, shocked.
‘Yeah, Marci. Don’t freak out? Lily future husband and father to her children, hasn’t dumped his girlfriend yet! So plan B I think!’
‘Thanks for the observation, Gemma and Plan B? No. Look its been over six months now.’ I explained and stormed off. Wanting to get...
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posted by rebaj2010
She was perfect. Like beautiy incarnated. Long, flowing, red hair, shining like the stars. Cole black eyes outlined سے طرف کی freckles that were sprinkled over her nose and corners of her eyes.
Seeing her again hurt. Hurt مزید then when I broke my arm in fourth grade, مزید then when my older brother hit me above the eyebrow and busted my skin open and needed stiches.
Her with him was a dager through my heart. She was suppose to be mine...forever.
Thats when she looked at me. Her plump گلابی lips twiched the slightest. Then shock overtook her features as she reconized the 19- year-old boy she use to love. But that's just it. She USE to love me, but I still loved her. Not even the Marines could stop that, not the 4 years I've spent away changed that. She was still my life.
He was hers.
posted by EmoKidSteven
آپ hurt me,
Both externally,
And internally,

آپ twist a pin into my heart,
And gather my flowing blood onto a cart.
آپ think آپ can hurt me,

Just because آپ gave me money,
آپ think آپ can make my life like hell,
Just because I am the one who made آپ fell.

I wish آپ have never دیا birth to me,
I wish I can expose what آپ are for all to see.
I hate you,

And I hate آپ to the heart's core,
I want آپ to hear my vengeful call.
I respect آپ because I must,

Yet آپ blame me for not giving آپ my trust.
How can I love, یا trust, a person like you?
Who makes me feel I'm feebler than cotton wool?

I am forever imprisoned to آپ سے طرف کی blood,
For as long as I live,
The relation between us cannot be cut,

But soon I will take my leave,
Hoping that forever آپ will grieve
posted by RanmaRaj
I wrote this Song when my girl broke off with me

My college's band کہا it was too boring and told me to write another

I'd shared it with Kathy(Lilacool)
She کہا she liked it......Thanks Kathy

In the center of my heart
there is a deep pain
as if struck سے طرف کی a dart
blood is all going drain

but wait a minute
am i..............?

'tis there all دن and night
either asleep یا awake
doesn't leave what I might
kick it یا give it a shake

but on سیکنڈ thought
am i..............?

Lil puzzling is it's reason
someone once lived there
may be till گزشتہ season
she was my heart's only heir

though she is long gone
my heart...
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posted by TDIlover226
It was Halloween eve and we had nothing to do.
My sister, Lee was on the computer searching for haunted places, it was a saturday night and her and her buddies we're bored and needed something to do, we were at our grandma's and she lived around alot of creepy places. She searched this cemetary that had alot of spiritual sightings. She of corse no longer believed in all that crap, she was 19. Me and my friend Vanita dared her to go there. "well" she کہا "you have ta go with me too!". Me and Vanita agreed, Vanita had been to alot of haunted places before, and he thought that he wasn't gonna...
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posted by thirteen_times
He didn’t want money یا fancy cars; all he wanted was to be loved سے طرف کی someone, any one at all. He needed someone to care about him, not his wealth, not his ties to the rich and famous, someone that actually cared about him, the boy with bright blue eyes that sparkled in the sunlight, curly raven black hair and a boyish grin permanently plastered on his face hiding the pain of being alone. Yet no one did, all they saw was the heir to the Jeffrey Empire, the boy that was going to inherited it all. The boy, who was the prefect son living up to the Jeffrey name. They never saw the boy’s who’s arms were covered in cuts, the چھری against his skin, the blood dripping down staining the carpet, his eyes closing never to open again. No one read the note tucked into his pocket cause no one cared.
added by ZekiYuro
Last summer I went to Los Angeles to stay with my cousin for a few weeks.One afternoon we were having lunch in a nice restaurant in the centre of the town when my cousin got a call on her mobile phone and went outside to talk.While she was speaking to her friend,I suddenly noticed a man in a black hat who was sitting at the اگلے table.It was the actor Johnny Depp!He was alone,and I decided to take my chance.So I got up and went to his table:'Excuse me,could I have my تصویر taken with you?'I asked.He کہا yes,so I stopped a waitress who was passing سے طرف کی and gave her my camera.She took the تصویر of me and Johnny,I thanked them both,and then I returned to my table.When my cousin came back,I smiled.'Why are آپ looking so pleased with yourself?'she asked.
'I had my تصویر taken with Johnny Depp.'
'Johnny Depp?Where is he?'
'He's sitting over there.Look!'
She turned around to look and then started to laugh.
'That's not Johnny Depp!'I looked at the man in the black hat-he was laughing too.
posted by ZekiYuro
San Francisco is a very cool place.It's the ہوم of hippies and 'flower power',and it's full of friendly,relaxed people.It's also one of the USA's most attractive cities.

Facing the Pacific Ocean to the west and San Francisco خلیج, کھاڑی to the north and east,it's famous for its hills with their fantastic گیا پڑھا مرتبہ of the Bay,and its beautiful bridges.It's a perfect base for a holiday,close to the Napa Valley,home of the Californian wine industry,and a few hours'drive from the mountains of the Sierra Nevada.
The best way to explore San Francisco is on foot.Walk slowly through North Beach,with its relaxed...
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posted by IloveMyLord
In this مضمون I'm going to write about how to enjoy writing. I'm a writer and do a lot of writing, both for my website and for other people. I find some ways of writing are مزید enjoyable than others.

How To Enjoy Writing

I find writing is most enjoyable when it's not done in a forced یا particularly planned manner. If آپ find it's hard to get yourself to write, I think it's best to relax about it. Perhaps relaxation will be all آپ need to get your inspiration flowing, in fact.

I often spend some time meditating for ideas before sitting down to write an article. After a few سیکنڈ of keeping...
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 Edgar Allen Poe - #1
Edgar Allen Poe - #1
Okay, so this is a countdown of my most پسندیدہ authors of all time. It goes from igood #10 to magnficient #1.

I am also so happy for myself because this is technically my first work of writing that I will soon publish.....

Alright, here it is;

1. Edgar Allen Poe - He has had a rough life filled with death, grief, abandonment, and misery, and his ways to cope with these difficult emotions were his magnificent stories and peoms that we enjoy to this day. Also, he and I can relate...
2. Stephen King - He has this enigmatic personality that makes آپ wonder and puzzle, and he's a bit of an oddball...
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posted by axemnas
Role playing یا Rping as most of the community calls it. Almost everyone's done it one way یا another whether they realize it یا not. Remember those days when you'd pretend آپ were a movie character یا a prince/princess یا a pirate یا whatever. آپ were role playing in a since. Now days when آپ hear the word role playing آپ probably think things like War Craft, سٹار, ستارہ Craft, Nights and Dragons, Toontown, etc..
Something you've probably never figured however, is rping in relation to writing. Writing, that's all rping basically is. It's just writing a collaborative story from different points...
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posted by edwardsca
    I was sitting at my ڈیسک at school, writing my Christmas list. It was hard to think of مزید than three things, so I wrote down a gift card to itunes, some movies, and a new pair of nike shoes. I'm trying to think of something, and my teacher کہا "Emily it wouldn't be wise to ask for money for a present". When I went ہوم I was still thinking about my Christmas list, but then my little sister came up to my face "Sissy, sissy, آپ should ask for a super big princess kit'. Then رات کے کھانے, شام کا کھانا came, we had roasted chicken. My older brother Eric was bragging about making the basketball...
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Chapter Two: "Give and Take"

Only after Zero finally left through the window did Kaname try to rise from where he was sitting. He wavered slightly, gripping the دیوار beside him for support. Could never have let Zero see that, couldn't let anyone see that. Of all the things that Kaname Kuran was expected and required to be… weak was not one of them. No one could see him weak.

He was still bleeding. Damn that boy and his stupid gun. Slowly shrugging out of the dark, now bloodstained شرٹ, قمیض he was wearing, Kaname threw it into the fireplace, letting it burn, like he'd burnt the white school uniform...
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posted by ZekiYuro
Catherine Orr is 19 and is a non-identical twin.She tells us about her relationship with her sister,Michelle.

How do آپ think it is different being a twin?
'I think it's very different.We've been through exactly the same things:the same birthdays,the same parties,the same first دن at school,the same evil maths teacher.'

Do آپ think آپ and Michelle are مزید similar than ordinary sisters?
'Definitely.If I don't like a film,then neither does she.We pick up the phone at the same time to call each other.If I get ill,so does she.'

Do آپ get on well with Michelle now?
'Yes,I see her about once a week,although...
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posted by ZekiYuro
Whatever food you're looking for-an all-you-can-eat breakfast,a quick lunch,a romantic dinner-you'll find it in San Francisco.The city is ہوم to over 4500 restaurants and eating places.And they're not only for tourists.On average,San Franciscans eat out 267 times a year.

You can eat food from anywhere in the world,from افغان to Argentinian,and from Vietnamese to vegetarian.With Mexican fast food,Italian bakeries,hundreds of Thai,Chinese,Vietnamese,and Korean restaurants,and in-and-out Japanese noodle shops,it's possible to eat your way round the world during a single San Francisco weekend....
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posted by ZekiYuro
It's offical-British children are getting fatter.According to a survey published in the British Medical Journal in 2001,nearly 16 per cent of two-year-olds are overweight and مزید than 20 per cent of four-year-olds are overweight.And since 2001,the problem has got worse.The government's latest health survey found out that today about 30 per cent of al children are overweight.

Children watch too much television,and they see ten food advertisements for every گھنٹہ of TV they watch.They do less excersise,play less sport,and spend مزید time watching ویڈیوز یا playing computer games than they...
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