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posted by jedigirl
"Caleb? How? What are? Your a dimension jumper?" I ask, finally able to complete a sentence.
"Yeah I am. How are آپ even here? Your not suppose to know yet," He stares at me.
"Same as آپ apparently. Dimension jumping?" I guess.
"Yeah, I got that, but how are آپ even in here. No one jumps in یا out of here. آپ have to be brought."
"So I've been told." I say. He looks at me. "And what do آپ mean I'm not suppose to know?" I eye him accusingly. He looks guilty, like he just gave away a secret.
"You weren't supposed to know I can jump until later. Like Two years from now. When آپ found out آپ can jump."
"Well fate didn't like what my father apparently had planned. I found out a bit early. And I take it you're learning different things from my dad other than working on cars," I reply sharply.
"I'm learning both from him. Today was mechanic lessons, but I've kind of been held up," he jesters to the cell.
"He'll teach آپ but not me. Nice to know where I rank on his list," I mumble.
"Sorry Kodi. I'm the only one in my family who can jump. I have no one else to teach me," Caleb explain.
"I thought it was inherited?"
"Apparently we're both something special," Caleb shrugs.
"How long have آپ been jumping?" I ask.
"About three months."
"Seriously?! I've been doing this on and off for nine years and he says nothing to me! Letting me think I was messed up and weird! I can't believe him!" I shout. This attracts other prisoners attention. Oops.
"HEY! How come آپ ain't in your cell?" a woman in the اگلے cell asks.
"Yeah! How come?" another prisoner asks.
"Because I'm not a prisoner like you," I respond. They didn't believe me, for obvious reasons.
"Right! And I'm a dog." The first one says. The other one laughs.
"Tell me how آپ did it and I won't call the guards," one threatens.
"I....I don't know how I got here," I stammer.
"Kodi, آپ need to get out of here now," Caleb says.
"Um, once again, I have no idea!" I start to panic. Meanwhile the pair of prisoners start making noise, gradually getting louder.
"Please stop!" I beg.
"Tell us how آپ did it!" they shout.
"Kodi, if آپ have no control that means only your consciousness is here. A big shock should send آپ back," Caleb explains. Then out of nowhere he slaps my cheek. I see the lesson have really paid off.
"Ow!" I hold my cheek, looking at Caleb angrily. The slap quiets the prisoners thankfully. My vision starts to بادل and I can feel my بستر under me. For an instant I see nothing but haze and then my vision clears.
"Well, this is new," I comment. I'm still in the prison. Two new things today. I'm on a roll.
"Crap. Why didn't it work?" Caleb exclaims. I shrug. Like I have a clue.
"No one jumps in یا out?" I guess.
"Yeah, but somehow آپ got in here."
"Doesn't mean I'm excluded from all the rules, Caleb."
The two loud mouths, realizing my escape failed, start to make مزید noise than before, getting other prisoners to شامل میں them.
"WHATS GOING ON?" A guard calls from the end of the hall. Then he sees me. "WHAT ARE آپ DOING?!" he shouts at me.
"Kodi! RUN!" Caleb commands.
I take off, running past cell after cell of cheering prisoners. I turn down another hall and run right into another guard.
"Got ya!" he laughs, handcuffing me.
"I didn't do anything wrong! This is a mistake!" I cry.
"Sure kid," He snorts in amusement, "I got her. Should I take her to Warden Sumter?" he asks into a com-link. Something garbled comes out that must've meant yes, because we start walking.

"Warden Sumter? Why does the warden have my last name? Wait.... didn't Dad say that Grandad work for dimension police? That would be terrible if it was him," I think.
We eventually arrive to the warden's office.
"Sir, I caught the free-roamer," the guard says.
"Thank you. That'll be all," the warden says, turning to face us. I gasp. Well the warden isn't my Grandad. Its someone I never would have expected.
    I walked for so long, looking for something, not knowing what that someone thing actually was. The sky bleeding with an مالٹا, نارنگی sunset as the sun moved ever so slowly below the horizon. I stopped in my tracks ans stared for a moment, than went back to searching for my mystery object. This was a great time to take in the woods which have always scared me. It wasn't bad walking through them. everything was مالٹا, نارنگی from the ending of summer. It was like walking in those stories آپ always hear about. Just then, a soft rustle in the bushes interrupted my thoughts. Not knowing...
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posted by BennieBear27
Chapter One

My alarm went off at 7:00 on the morning February 8th, 2017. I reluctantly sat up on the edge of my بستر and yawned.

"Morning." I heard a voice say. My eyes were still closed.

"Luna?" I mumble. "That you?"

"Yep." I open my eyes to see Luna Middleton standing three feet diagonal from me.

I shared a room with her, her twin sister Kyla, and my brother Jacob. That's how everyone does here. آپ live with your twin and your SIDA partner.

"So, sleepy head." she smirked. "You gonna get up یا what? If not, I'll eat your breakfast for you."

I don't reply and shake my head.

"Oh, come on!" Luna...
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Prologue
The wind was howling like wolves in the night, and Will sat shivering in his post. The برج on which he sat overlooked a tall rock ledge that sloped into the ocean.
“Why do I get this bloody post.” he کہا to himself. The air was so cold up there that it sank right into your bones. Even though Will had dressed as warmly as he could with a thick woolen cloak, he could still feel the icy fingers creeping up his back. The آگ کے, آگ in the brazier barely helped either.
“Nothing as always.” he کہا as he looked out to the edge of the sea. He had taken to talking to himself when he...
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1 being the best 10 the worst
These کتابیں are great for summer reading I can honestly say that anyone that reads them will want to read them again.

10. Deacula سے طرف کی Bram Stoker
9. The Hobbit سے طرف کی Tolken
8. I'm the king of the قلعہ سے طرف کی Susan Hill
7. 1984 سے طرف کی George Orwell
6. The secret diary of Adrian تل, مول سے طرف کی Sue Townsend
5. Pride and prejudice سے طرف کی Jane Austine
4. Jane Eyre سے طرف کی شارلٹ Bronte
3. Lord of the Flies سے طرف کی William Golding
2. The curious incident of the dog in the nighttime سے طرف کی Mark Haddon
1 Rebecca سے طرف کی Daphne du Maurier
posted by ejenk1025
Chapter 2

I pull into the driveway of the cafe. I look into my rear view mirror. I look good. (Laugh) I get out of the car then fix my clothes. I'm ready. Just be yourself. Ok. I'm walking in. Don't fall. Don't fall .. He sees me. Just walk up to him.

"Hey."
"Hey. Glad آپ could make it." کہا Lucas
"I'm glad آپ could make it, too."
"Well. I work here so..." کہا Lucas
"You work here? Cool."
"Yeah. This is actually my mom's cafe. Let me introduce you." کہا Lucas
"Oh goody." I کہا nervously

Good impression. Good impression. Good impression.

"Mom, this is Brooke. Brooke, my mom." کہا Lucas
"Pleasure...
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posted by alicia386
Chapter Five

Mason met Olivia at his پسندیدہ restaurant. It was a perfect دن for a رات کے کھانے, شام کا کھانا date. The sun was shinny, the clouds were extra white, and the گھاس seemed greener then ever. If only she knew that this was a رات کے کھانے, شام کا کھانا date. He signed the last autograph for today as Olivia sat across from him at their round table. Her hair was curly and in a ponytail. Then she wore a red dress with a thick, black بیلٹ, پٹی in the middle. His سیکنڈ impression of her was still the same, gorgeous. This تاریخ was going pretty well but Cassidy dresses better. Mainly because Cassidy is rich but he didn't want to...
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posted by alicia386
Chapter Four

Olivia was extra busy today. Today was the first دن of the movie shoot for Hourglass. Before they could even start recording the movie, the would have to check up on everything. The wardrobe had to perfect. The scenes had to be accurately planned out. Then they had to make sure that all of the camera crew was positioned. Olivia wouldn't be able to receive the permits until tomorrow. So they couldn't start filming until then. She followed closely behind Mason as he did the daily check up.

Mason went straight towards wardrobe and the outfit choices. The outfit for Charlotte's arrival...
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Remembering is just an invention of the mind,
So آپ need not try to remember something,
آپ remember it automatically.
Which is the best thing that آپ could have.

The good times that we had...
It is placed in a portion of your mind.
The bad times that we had...
It is placed in the other part of your mind.

آپ try to forget all of the bad things that happened,
But it is not possible.
It is stuck in you.
The bad things are painted in ink on your heart.

The good things, آپ try to remember.
And they stay.
They never go.
Never leave you.

Remembering is just an invention of the mind.
And, well...I guess I'm happy for that.
So I can remember every friend I've had,
Every boyfriend,
And all the good times.
Every memory will never leave my heart.
They will never be forsaken.
Never.
posted by Problematic129
*Poem I wrote for a class project on the holocaust.
DON'T COPY*
Different in ways they couldn't control
Killed for reasons we do not know
Ranging from ages young to old
The innocent people were taken from homes
Soulless people did not care
That the Jewish were in despair
Concentration camps ending their screams
Breaking apart their families
Not once did they do anything wrong
They opened their mouths and sang a sad song
Years went سے طرف کی and مزید pain came
Until on one very special day
As one we all saved
The survivors of the Holocaust
Stan, the young donkey, was wandering sadly around the barn. He seemed hopeless and wounded and had no desire to speak to any of his fellow donkeys; even talking to his father was not appealing to him that exact moment. In fact, he was feeling ashamed of having a donkey father. He was ashamed of being a donkey altogether.
As the moon and stars scattered across the dark, blue sky, Stan decided he no longer to wander. He needed some solution, he needed reassurance, and only his grandfather seemed appropriate for that particular job.
Grandpa Roger was sleeping peacefully in the barn. He had become...
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Bane’s POV

I laid in the grass, watching the clouds. I was beginning to dose off, right before sleep took me, a body pounced on me. I groaned, and looked up. A shaggy haired boy was sitting on my chest, giggling. My best friend, Christian.
    “Get off!” I yelled rolling over. He slid off me.
    “Party pooper,” Christian stuck his tongue out at me. He was so childlike, but that was something I had always loved about him. That’s also why we got along so well. He was hyperactive and loud, while I was cynical and quite.
    I...
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posted by Hades223
CHAPTER 1


Jason Card sat at his ڈیسک in his science classroom bored out of his mind. He hated science. It was his least پسندیدہ subject. Mainly because it was the last subject of the دن and سے طرف کی that time Jason was usually ready to go home.
Mr. Form droned on and on about chemicals یا something. Jason didn’t listen. He just sat at his ڈیسک and drew on some paper. He was a very good drawer.
Jason Card was a fourteen سال old as of yesterday. His black messy hair never gave in to a brush which usually meant it was mangled and messy and went down to his ears. He was wearing a simple red t-shirt...
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posted by cullens-rule
Chapter 4 Tom

“it would be easier if آپ knew, but I will try to explain, as well as I can, آپ know my name is Tom but my سیکنڈ name is Cullen”
I interrupted him now
“Tom Cullen? Sounds old fashioned”
“It is, any way I’m just seventeen”
He looked away sheepishly like he was lying this made me curious would he really lie about his age.
“my real parents are dead now, they died of an illness I don’t really know much about them”
“I sorry that must be دل braking”
He looked miserable he looked into my eyes and I could feel his pain, but he carried on
“I take after my father...
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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.