Writing Article: A Story Like No Other

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posted by rebaj2010

love. what does it truley mean? being in love is simpe, anyone can convence themslves they are in love. being in love is when آپ feel something for one person مزید strongly than آپ feel for another. but love is something elsa all together. love is when آپ cant convience yourselve آپ love someone, but when آپ try to leave something tells آپ no, stop and think. and when آپ do think the reason is blantint. Love is when آپ think your done, done fighting and done lieing, but than it hits آپ that without all of that آپ wouldnt be the person آپ are, and they wouldnt be the one آپ love. even if it hurts and آپ dont think آپ can اقدام on one مزید دن with them, آپ find yourself woundering what آپ would do with out them, آپ try to image what it would be like. آپ know your in love when آپ see nothing, because without them آپ are nothing. they are the one other person in the world who knows how to love and how to hate just the way آپ do. they are the person that if آپ were in a crowd of people آپ woul be able to find them, becasue آپ just have that stroge of a connection. love is when آپ can hate them and still find yourself woundering about them, caring about them, and wanting them back. love is when the one آپ love has the power to make آپ stop dead in a rage of anger and make آپ think rushanal thoughts. so in the end anyone can BE in love, but in the long run love is something all together. آپ dont choose it, it chooses you. it takes hold of آپ and doesnt let go. it helps your دل for a while, until it learns how to love on its own.

Fairy Tail پیپر وال

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Different (a poem)

posted by Rae-Ash

آپ sit there and call me names

But آپ never try to get to know me.

آپ make fun of me 'cause I'm different.

I have white skin,

Dirty blond hair,

Plain brown eyes,

And a slight southern drawl.

But that don't mean

That I don't have feelings

I hurt just like آپ do

And even bleed.

So, why all the mean names?

Why do آپ treat me

Like something so wrongly different?

Why can't I be one of you?

I never treated آپ wrong,

So why do آپ hurt me this way?

Did i insult آپ in some way?

Say the wrong thing.

'Cause آپ treat me as unwanted

But I know I'm not.

So, why do آپ treat me like your enemy?

I did nothing to hurt you.

So why?

Why do آپ do it?

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Elf

posted by alejpatv

Please be aware that my main character is a guy...

When I woke up, the flames had already claimed the village. The moon still shone bright as I hurried to get outside. Everyone was yelling, calling those who were asleep to help put out the flames. Throwing on some clothes, I ran out of my burning ہوم into the chaos. My family’s small cottage burned amongst the other buildings. Instinctively, my hand flew to my chest to make sure it was still there. I sighed in relief as I felt the cold touch of the moonstone brush under my fingertips. محفوظ underneath my shirt.
Relieved to find it still there, I ran to the river so...

Saviors

posted by vanelandsisters

Told By: Manic J. Aleena

Chapter 1: Where's Our Family?

I woke up to an empty بستر under me. I was confused. Sonic always waited for our little brother to come to us. There were still a couple hours before Tails woke up, so I got up and checked all of the rooms, including his. Only Tails was found. I woke up my little bro and said, "Little bud, you're the only person I can find in the palace. C'mon." He got up and said, "What?" I nodded. I took his hand and we looked everywhere for them. Oddly, we couldn't even find our mom یا dad. That frightened me, not even knowing where our parents were....

Mind children of god

posted by Thaliagirl

Chapter 1 Windrous
--Windrous! What are آپ doing upstairs? My mom says. Well. She is not really my mom. I was adopted سے طرف کی her when I was three. I am fifteen now. The only thing I know about my past is a necklace. It has 6 simbles on it. Mom کہا I was wearing it when she adopted me. For some reason ,I never want to take it off.
--Windrous! What the hell are آپ doing up there. Quickly! آپ are going to be late for school. My mom shouts.
--I’m coming! I shout back. I quickly take my backpack and run downstairs I open the door and go to school.
--HIIIIIIIIIIII! WIRO! Do آپ know that we are...

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How To Tell A Boy How آپ Feel...♥

posted by mrszaynmalik13

ارے Guysss, This is to all آپ gals out there that don't know how to tell your crush آپ like them without getting embarrassed یا ashamed. This Guide will make آپ want to tell him rather than آپ have to him. Hope آپ Guys Like It...♥

1. Make Sure آپ Flirt With Him A lot so he knows there could be a chance that آپ like him..But remember Boys can't tell if girls like them as much as girls can tell when guys like them..
2. Walk past him when he is with his friends, if they all look, this means that his دوستوں like you.
3. When آپ are sure whether he likes آپ یا not, build up the confidence...

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Writing to موسیقی

posted by filthyinnocence

I look out the tiny barred window of my cell and see the surf rolling over the beach. Seagulls caw shrilly at each other and children splash happily in the shallows. The water looks so blue, so refreshing. What I wouldnt give to break out of this cruel confinement and swim away, far away. The rags that i wear every single دن have worn so thin, i am never warm anymore, just constantly shaking off chills that claw so deep into my bones im afraid im close to shattering. I sit all دن every دن waiting for my one meal and at night, through my stomach growling and the sea roaring, above all that...

Lost Memories Part 4

posted by dragonwriter

When I looked over st the بھیڑیا I saw that he was watching me. Looking into his eyes I felt an unforgettable sadness. I started walking to it. The closer I got to it voices started appearing in my head. The مزید steps I took to it the مزید clear the voices became. When I got اگلے its head I crouched down and put my head اگلے to his and then I could make out the voices, "Run Shaun. آپ need to run." It sounded like the old man. What is going on here?
I did as he said, I turned and ran. I did nothing but until I found myself back in the woods I was in before. At least I hope. It just feels familiar....

Fatherly war (book five)

posted by Cries_Bloodlova

Chapter 1
The belief
“So my dad is alive.” I look around at everyone, they where still looking at me as if I was a freak. I look at Effie as if she was a freak. And she was.
“Apparently.” Haymitch said. I rolled my eyes at him.
“Why is everyone starring at me?” There were mumbles. I turn to Peeta he looks at me with concern and protection. “What!” I yell.
“calm down. We just want to know how آپ feel about your dad being alive.” Peeta کہا I shrug.
“I feel confused.”
“About your dad being alive?” Peeta said. I nod. “what’s confusing about that.”
“The fact that...

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Too Soon For The End (7)

posted by fanfangirlfan

Hes looking at me wide-eyed now which I hope at least means he’s listening to me. I start to take my hands off his face because I realize that im probably really invading his personal space, but before I can put them back at my sides, he grabs them in his hands. His hands are so warm that it makes me realize mine are freezing cold and then im thinking oh great, he just listened to my probably stupid and useless rant with ice cold hands gripping his face like a vise! I think of how uncomfortable I might have just made him feel because after all were still practically strangers!!! But before...

Too Soon For The End (6)

posted by fanfangirlfan

When we run, it doesn’t quite feel like running. It feels مزید like falling, running so fast that the wind makes my hair whip around my face and whistles in my ears just makes me feel like I couldn’t possibly be stopped. Like the fall will never end. Sam is the leader, turning us every which way until we end up on the outskirts of town. The air is fresher and the گھاس is greener here. We run until it’s just endless road and fields in front of us and then finally our foot-falls slow, and we veer off the pavement into the shade of a huge oak tree. The tree, being so massive, hides us completely...

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Stephenie Meyer's Advice For Writers!

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Stephenie Meye the person who wrote Twilight series

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What's in a writer's bag?

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Vialo: proligue

posted by khfan12

Vialo By: Josie Mahre

Prolige
"Run, Ella, run!" کہا Vialo. "I'm running as fast as I can!" Ella said. Vialo is a 14-year-old girl with the unique name Vialo Tarah Wilson, also, she has superpowers and the ability to take over / rule the universe / save the universe. Her friend, Ella Newbie, also has superpowers. "Ella, we can hide here." کہا Vialo. "Vialo, go on without me. I'll catch up." کہا Ella. "No. I'll just telaport us out." کہا Vialo. "No! Vialo, they'll find آپ easier!" کہا Ella. All of a sudden, some people walked up to them. "You two aren't out yet?" asked one. "No Jasper....

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Quill

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Two poems for two very special people

posted by ryans_love

He leads me
in the paths that are right
آپ are my friend
I have courage,
for your help is there
آپ are close beside me with comfort,
آپ are guiding my way
آپ make me welcome,
Pouring down honor
This joy fills me with gladness
Your goodness always is with me
Your loving kindness strengthens me always
as I go through life.

They are pouring down honor
For your achievements
It fills me with pride
At your success
آپ are مزید than deserving
Of such attention
I am so happy for آپ
And am proud to know آپ and call آپ friend.

Words world

posted by ZekiYuro

How men first learnt to invent words is unknown;in other words,the origin of language is a mystery.All we really know is that men,unlike animals,somehow invented certain sounds to express thoughts and feelings,actions and things so that they could communicate with each other;and that later they agreed to certain signs,called letters,which could be combined to represent those sounds,and which could be written down.These sounds,if spoken یا written in letters,are called words.

Great writers are those who not only have great thoughts but also express these thoughts in words that appeal powerfully to our minds and emotions.This charming and telling use of words is what we call literary prose.Above all,the real poet is a master of words.He can convey his meaning in words which sing like music,and which سے طرف کی their position and association can break men to tears.We should,therefore,learn to choose our words carefully,or they will make our speech silly and vulgar.