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posted by liviabutterfly
Chapter [#2]

Narrators POV

An old man in a چادر, فرغل walked into the neighborhood in which Olivia lived. Everyone stared at him as he walked around.

Olivia's POV

I smiled brightly as I dived into the ocean, "wait up!!!" Oliver laughed as my five brothers ran after me with surfboards, buggy boards, buckets for picking up sea shells, and dad brought out our special maid sandcastle buckets. They were big and made the best structures ever!!! Plus our family is known for our sand castles/structures. I smiled and dived down, feeling the salty cold water against my skin, it's the best feeling ever. When I got up to the surface my family wasn't there, I got out of the ocean and looked around. Then a man in a چادر, فرغل came up to me, "Can I help you?" I asked slightly shaking a bit. Not because of the cold feeling آپ feel when the air blows on آپ after getting out of any body of water, but because of the fear I was feeling. He walked up closer to me, I dived into the water, and swam out to sea. Then I saw a fin, a شارک fin, I screamed and swam back to shore. I was lucky I lived, I ran to my house but let out a loud scream when the man grabbed me. My family came outside and went pale, mom got the phone and called 911 but the last thing I saw and heard before the man knocked me out was, "Olivia!!!!!!!" And my parents and brothers running after me.

Narrators POV

The man came to the rough and tough city, where biker gangs, criminal activity, and the houses looked like total shit (pardon my language... but it's true) the sound of motorcycles rumbled around. But the old man soon came to a school, he walked into the school.

Jason's POV

I walked into class, "mr Johnson?" The teacher asked me, "Yeah?" I asked. "It's 4th period" she کہا angrily. "Yeah so what?" I asked and sat down, "you're loosing your education!" The teacher کہا glaring at me. "Yeah so what?" I asked again, "why were آپ in so late?" The teacher asked me. "My Alarm clock didn't go off, I had to take my motorcycle to the shop, I had to get my hair done, and I had to get مزید clothes so I can look cool" I chuckled. "That's all مزید important than school?" The teacher asks, I nodded yes. "Who's he?" Cole asked, I turned around to see an old man in a cloak. "How did آپ get in?" The teacher asked, the man walked up to me, "what do آپ want?" I asked him glaring at me. "Even when he glares he's hot" Justine sighed dreamily, I flashed a smile before turning to the guy again who then knocked me out.

Narrators POV

The old man walked to a huge huge mansion where آپ could hear screaming, the old man snuck through the back door.

Tatiana's POV

"I کہا I wanted a pony!!!!!!" I screamed angrily, "honey we looked for a pony" dad کہا to me. "Then why don't I have one?" I asked angrily, "the places where they sell ponies are going through a rough winter and they can't be brought to us" mom said, I let out a scream. Then a guy in a black چادر, فرغل walked into the room. "Who are you?" I asked him angrily, "security!!!" Dad screamed, but he knocked me out and vanished before the security guards came.

Narrators POV

The man in the چادر, فرغل came to the neighborhood where Cathy lived, the sound of loud screaming echoed through the neighborhood.

Cathy's POV

I ran after my cousin who was visiting, he had taken my bag of candy!!!! I screamed and screamed at him running and running. "Cathy stop being so loud!" Dad called, "then make Donny give me back my candy!" I called angrily. Dad came down, Donny gulped and gave me my candy back. "Thank you" I کہا but glared at Donny. "Now be quiet" dad said, but literally 3 سیکنڈ Donny took my hair brush and I was screaming and running. But then Donny and I stopped, there stood a man in a black cloak. "dad?!!!" I screamed, "no figure it out yourself!" He called. Then mom came back from work, she saw what was happening, she let out a scream. Then the man grabbed me "mom! Dad!" I cried. The last thing I heard before being knocked out was "Cathy!!!!!"

Narrators POV

The man in the چادر, فرغل came to the town where Xander lived.

Xander's POV

I groaned in annoyance when My sisters let out a loud squeal from the room اگلے to mine. It's hard being the only guy in the family, I looked at a picture of my dad and I. He and I went hiking in the woods, that was the دن before he headed into the army. Then 4 months later he was killed in while in battle, I felt some tears fall down my cheeks. He died when I was 6 and it was on my 6th birthday too, but ever since dad died it was just my mom, my sisters and me. Then there was a knock on my door, I opened it to see a man in a cloak. "Uhhh hello" I said, mom came running up quickly. Mom knows when we're in trouble. She let out a scream, the سیکنڈ I look at the guy I was knocked out.

Narrators POV

Now the man came to the village Lexi lives in, people looked at him suspiciously.

Lexis POV

my friends, Jane, Nevaeh, and Anna were over at the house for a sleep over. "I brought snacks" mom کہا coming in with chips and humus, fruit, pretzels, cotton candy, cookies, and crackers. "Thanks mom" I کہا smiling at her. "No problem honey" mim کہا and walked out. "So do آپ still have a crush on Felix?" Jane asked me, I nodded yes, "then why don't آپ talk to him?" Nevaeh asked me. "You know I'm nervous and can get shy when I even go close to him " I sighed. "We'll help آپ out with that nervousness and shyness" Anna کہا smiling, "thanks" I کہا smiling. Then there was a knock on the door, thinking it was mom, I called "Come in!" But it wasn't mom It was a man in a cloak. He walked towards me, I was afraid. I scooted back, but then i was knocked out.

Narrators POV

The man in the چادر, فرغل came to the Big beautiful house in the country where Cameron's dad and mom bought so they could go and preform in the country performance.

Cameron's POV

I smiled brightly as I took dance lessons from my teacher. I had finished singing lessons so I'm doing my dance lessons. "excellent Cameron" mr Francisco کہا smiling, I smiled back. Mom and dad then came in, "now lets practice on the stage" mom کہا smiling. I gulped a big, I'm very afraid to go on stage آپ know and I can't do anything about it. Mom and dad took me on a stage with no one there, they put موسیقی on but I was too scared to do anything. Mom and dad came on stage with me. I hugged them crying, "I can't do it!!" I sobbed. "It'll be Okay" mom کہا smiling at me, then a man in a چادر, فرغل came on stage. He threw my parents away from me and knocked me out

Narrators POV

"Last house" the man in the چادر, فرغل کہا as he came to a school, Asher's school.

Asher's POV

I smiled as I solved the hard math problem on the board, "you never fail to impress me Asher" mr Franchise کہا smiling. I nodded happily, but couldn't help but think about that girl at the pool. She always visits the pool, even in the winter with an indoor pool. Then the آگ کے, آگ alarm went off and I پگھلانا, سودھنا smoke. Everyone walked out, but before I got to the door I was knocked out سے طرف کی some guy in a cloak
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 livethislifeup
It's harder to forgive than to forget,
vice-versa, either way, it's still a threat,
time passes, memory flashes,
you're rememberin'
thoughts are coming in
no way to escape it, its a no win.
drives آپ insane, آپ try to up your game,
tell yourself they'll regret it and they'll live in shame,
just cause they dragged your name,
across every damn lane,
and آپ got hurt every time, yeah آپ still in pain,
and it ain't the same, آپ all tense around them,
and مزید anger do آپ gain.
Deep down it's still hurtin' you
like every wound would,
it's like a throbbing cut
that keeps your eyes tight shut,
and آپ sound out...
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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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“Bow before oh bow before the Mistress of the Blade.”

She dances in shrouds of silk scarlet.

Heel over heel in spinning in time.

Fabric twisting ‘round her delicate ankles.

“Praise oh praise the Mistress of the Blade.”

The sword an extension of her graceful arm as she twirls it about in Mid-September air.

Crisp September air.

The blade slashes through leaves as they fall.

Hilt of سونا adorned in ruby and diamond.

Gleaming and glistening as it slides from her grasp. Wailing through that oh so crisp Mid-September air.

“Watch in wonder oh watch the Mistress of the Blade.”

By night she finds...
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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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