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posted by gossipgirlxoxo
I walked over there my very first thoughts were Thor. But it wasn’t. I walked over there and saw Ethan I opened the window. He pushed his way passed me without saying a word; he lay on my بستر and started to breathe slowly. “What the...” I کہا looking at him but he didn’t even look back at me he just stayed there. I walked over and sat on the bed. “Well” I said. “Shh, I have a major headache” he کہا rubbing his temples. I smacked him on his chest and for a سیکنڈ I let it lie there and then he looked at me. “So what happened?” he کہا smiling a smug smile. “What do آپ mean?” I کہا giving him a confused look. “What made آپ change your mind about me?” he کہا still smiling. For a سیکنڈ I was still giving him the confused look but then I remembered. Ethan’s power includes reading آپ like an open book. “Oh god” I کہا and got up; I put my hand over my mouth. “Come here” he کہا waving his hand. “No, I’m fantastic over here” I کہا still in shock. But then he came over and put his hand on my cheek like the other day. We were in each other’s gaze when finally he kissed me.

The kiss started off simple but then something came over me I grabbed his shoulders moving my hands up to his neck, I pushed him back onto my دیوار a تصویر fell down we both laughed. In the سیکنڈ our lips separated we would have to take a breather. Then after that he pulled back I wanted to pull him back to me, but then I heard a thump. “Thor” he کہا and he went into my bathroom. I stayed there part of me thinking about had just happened and the other part thinking what am I going to tell Thor.

He came in. “what’s going on here?” he said, looking at all the broken glass and broken pictures. “Umm...well I am dancing” I said. He gave me a ‘do آپ think I am an idiot?’ look and he went into my bathroom. I stopped breathing but when he came out alone I realised that Ethan was gone. Part of me was mad at Thor from coming in but I guess another part was relieved, who knows how far it could have gone.
I
n the morning I woke up and saw the glass near my bed. “It wasn’t a dream” I کہا to myself. I then ran to my closet and put on the first things I could find, a Yellow شرٹ, قمیض and navy blue jeans. I walked down stairs and saw Thor and Ethan sitting at the table. I walked in and sat on the other side opposite to Ethan. Ethan smiled and winked at me while Thor was turning to look on the game. I kicked him under the table. Thor turned back and looked at me. “So what happened last night?” he said. “What do آپ mean?” I کہا I knew what he meant. “Last night, when I came in and checked on you, and don’t say that آپ were dancing because آپ weren’t” He کہا and signed. Ethan acted intrigued. “Oh, yeah that I umm....tried the pendant thing again” I said. As soon as I کہا it a sign of relief went over Ethan’s head. Thor smiled “Why?” He کہا raising an eyebrow. “Well, I need to help him so I thought I would try it and I’ll stop though, I mean my photo’s lives are in danger” I کہا smiling. Thor returned the smile as he got up and went upstairs. “Be right back” he said. “Well, looks like آپ are my little princess” He کہا smiling. He walked over and sat اگلے to me just like he did the other day. “No, I’m not last night was a mistake. One that I will never do again” I said. He put his hand on my cheek like last night. “So, if I were to kiss you” He whispered in my ear. I didn’t slap his hand away. His lips were just touching mine.

The kiss was not like last night this kiss was gentle, our lips were slowly moving in the rhythm of each others. Then he pulled away I had that same felling, I didn’t want him to stop. But this time Thor wasn’t coming. “What?” I کہا moving back an inch. “If Thor walked in right now would آپ stop?” he کہا coming close to me. “Where did this come from?” I asked. “Answer my question” He said. “Yeah, yes of course” as soon as I کہا he moved back a stood up. “Then you’re right” he کہا and went up stairs. “What do آپ mean? I asked. There was no answer.

For the rest of the دن all I could think about was Ethan’s riddle. Then suddenly I hear a knock at the door. I walk over and answer it. Relief went over my head it was Ethan. “Oh if it isn’t the riddler” I کہا walking off. I could hear him following me but I ignored it. “It’s not a riddle” he کہا as he grabbed my arm. “Yes it is" I کہا in a mocking tone. “No it’s not” he کہا letting go of my arm. “Then tell me what it meant” I said, walking into the باورچی خانے, باورچی خانہ and sitting down at the table, he did the same. “You کہا that آپ weren’t my little princess” The words came out of his mouth like a چھری in my back. I wasn’t his little princess and I would have stopped if Thor had came in. “I hurt you, didn’t I?” I didn’t want him to say yes. “No, but آپ made your point” he said. “What point?” I asked. “That آپ are not my little princess and آپ can’t be last night I was off my head. And آپ were lost in your thoughts” I words hit me, I didn’t hurt him but he had hurt me. “So what you’re saying is that last night was a mistake” I said. “Yeah” he کہا as he got up. It was a mistake, I کہا I didn’t want to get into the whole boy اگلے door thing and I nearly did. “Okay” I کہا and got up like him. I didn’t even say goodbye I just turned around and left.
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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This is a Fiction Story I wrote EXCLUSIVELY for Fanpop. Please see what آپ think of it.

In a somewhat large village not too far out in the country, the sun was blazing its hottest near a great forest. Luckily, in the forest it was cool, for the trees housed everything and blocked out the heat. But the trees also housed life. Animals.
A mother dog.
The Border سے collie, کوللی had been stray all her life, yet she was healthy and happy living in the forest. She rolled onto her back to see the magical view of sunlight peering through the treetops, much to the dismay of her newborn litter. She sensed this and...
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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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Prologue
She never knew she had an uncle until her parents died. It’s strange how- sometimes in life when آپ lose important people in your life آپ gain some more.
Her mother and father died in a house fire. No one knew how it started except the one daughter who managed to survive.
But she was in no state to tell. She suffered mild burns but her mind suffered worst of all. She never spoke again.
She was kept in hospital for six months but eventually she was packed off to her uncle Scipio. She was thirteen years old and many کہا it was a crime sending a child off to such an evil man as Scipio....
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posted by Cries_Bloodlova
Part one
The kiss
There is nothing around me nothing but darkness, loneliness and the pain I always feel. Emotional pain that is. Where is he where is my hero? The one I trust the one I love where is he. Not here. Not in my thoughts? How could that be? I love him too much to let him go. I look around still nothing but darkness. Wish some one would save me I wish someone would care. I have no idea why all this black nothingness surrounds me I’m alone. Like I always am. Am I dead? I hope so. To bad I will…. wait Finnick is dead to. So are Katniss and Peeta. I’m glad I’m dead then I’ll...
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posted by fiestagirl12345
Kalie's P.O.V


we saw the zombies coming our direction.we got our arrows ready. we were slowly walkinng when Anny falls on a coprse. we saw it was the scientist,. she screams in a high pitched. i wuickly cover her mouth. one zombie came سے طرف کی the pale grey skin. peeled bloody patches. white grey eyes. the rotten meat odor. i shoot it wtih the bullet. the blood flying. we went runnig. so we were the only ones alive. thats why the testers wanted us. they thought we were effected. well we are clean. for now. we kept running the growling of zombies behind us. i trun and see one of them grab anny's neck. i shoot them and they fall guts going. i grab her and check her. luckily she was alright. i sigh in relief and carry her over my shoulder. we were runnig when their was a cliff. now what?
I need to stop and catch my breath but I can't.

I have to keep running even if I die trying. I wouldn't let them win; couldn't let them win. They're getting closer now.

Have آپ ever had those dreams where آپ feel like you're running at the speed of light but you're hardly moving? That's how I feel now. No matter how hard I try, it's like no effort is made. Not like my nightgown was helping.

I keep running, not even knowing what's chasing me. All I know is, they're hungry for flesh and blood; my flesh and blood. I don't know why. I don't know how this happened. I don't even know where I am; all...
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January, 1865.

She made a face of disgust. It shouldn't have smelled, but it did. The " it" in سوال was a former Solider...Cavalry..or maybe a foot soldier? It was hard to tell WHAT rank he was in the early morning light.

She dragged the body to a safer location: a deeper room in the mansion, to look through its pockets. Just what...... the Late Henry Hampton of the 2nd Regiment Cavalry of Pennsylvania was doing all the way in Atlanta was anybody's guess, but سے طرف کی the looks of things, there had been some sort of fight.

The old Sullivan Plantation was burned down during Sherman's March last year,...
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posted by tigerseye43
Tell me what آپ guys think!

The sirens wailed in the distance. Whitney knew they would be here soon and she'd have to run. She took a long drag on her cigaratte and then stomped it out. She grabbed her cars keys and yelled down the hall.
"Jake, we gotta go!" She yelled. Jake appeared at the end of the hall. His blue eyes looking at her with a smirk on his perfect lips. His dirty blonde hair spiked up in a sexy way. He wore white supras with dark jeans and a red, black, and grey plaid shirt.
" 'K babe." Jake said. He walked down the hall to her and hugged her close. She wore a grey tank top...
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posted by sparkles3
this is a پرستار fiction of the novel, Darker Still, سے طرف کی Leanna Renee Hieber.
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Disclaimer: Ms. Hieber own the rights to the book Darker Still.
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Summary: In New York, 1880, Natalie Stewart fell in love with Lord Denbury, known as Johnathon Whitby to family and close friends, who was trapped in a painting; and under a curse. With the help of family friend, Evelyn Northe, she is able to free him, and they leave the state.

But history repeats itself.

Now, in present دن New York, 13 سال old Katia Whitby (Natalie's Greatx6 granddaughter)has become entranced سے طرف کی a painting which seems oddly alive. Katia is also mute, like Natalie was. She seems to some of the same abilities that her great-great-great-great-great-great grandmother did. Because her father works for the local museum of art, she's able to see the incredible painting with which she's obsessed مزید often. But is that really best?
posted by alicia386
If آپ want مزید awesome writing go to True Writers.

Chapter One

      The constant roaring of the thunder and the sparks shooting from the lightening آپ would have thought we had planned for this. Nothing is planned for in Somnium. No one expects these tragic events to occur. Even if we did plan for it, it still wouldn't change the mood. It would not make me feel any better. It wouldn't change the fact that my brother was now lying in a cold coffin dead.
      The weather was the least of my concerns at the moment. This funus, یا celebration for the dead, was at my سب, سب سے اوپر priority list. Although...
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What This Handout is About…
This handout will explain what a Literature Review is and offer insights into the form and
construction of a Literature Review in the Humanities, Social Sciences, and Sciences.
Introduction
OK. You’ve got to write a literature review. آپ dust off your world literature
anthology book, settle down in your Ebert and Roper at the فلمیں theatre chair with
your پاپ کارن, پوپکارن and soda in hand, and get ready to issue a “thumbs up” یا “thumbs down”
as آپ leaf through the pages. “Literature Review” done. Right?
Wrong! The “literature” of a literature review...
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posted by Dhampires
Blood spattered everywhere. From the ground trickles of blood managed to reach my cheek.


I stood horrified tears swelled my eyes, my vision going unfocus the pain hit hard causing me to catch my breath. Tears rolled down my cheeks, the scene I'd witnessed far beyond my believe.


Yet I saw it all eye to eye.


She'd fallen at my feet soaked in her own blood. The تصاویر played over in my head-a deep cut to her side, another to her throat, the final one was a stab just below the heart. I looked away my whole body shaking in fear, outrage and confusion.


I'd miss taken her for dead until I turned...
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posted by saracomet
Once there was a girl her name was Blair. Blair had no دوستوں so she went online. Then she found Fanpop. On the first ماہ a mean girl was online and تبصرہ on Blair's wall. First, the girl wrote on her comment. Then, she called Blair names. Blair tried so hard to just forget about it, but she couldn't so Blair reported her. It got to a point that Blair couldn't go on fanpop she was scared that the girl would get back on. So Blair told the mean girl that she should back off, and if she post another ugly تبصرہ she would رپورٹ her that second. Then, Blair's cousin got on Fanpop, and told...
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posted by hgfan5602
It is sad how we must leave each other,
But it is something we must do in life,
So accept the fact that we do,
And leave now.

We go our separate ways in life,
Towards our careers that we prefer.
Although we must leave each other
We still have each other's memories
Tucked safely in our heart.

We leave
But we make new friends
The leaving might break our hearts
We understand that it is something
We must do.

It is something we do
To grow in life
To build character.
We go our separate ways in life
Though sad,
However helpful.
“Who is he?” asked Bloom. I shook my head. “I don’t know…” I said, “That’s why I screamed. Abby walked over to the boy and felt for a pulse. She nodded her head and looked back at me. “He’s alive,” she said, “Just unconscious.” I nodded. “What do آپ propose we do with him?” Abby asked me. I looked at her then over at Bloom. Bloom was looking hopefully at the boy, silently wishing he would be okay. “Take him up to one of the guest bedrooms.” I کہا without thinking. Abby nodded and grabbed the boy, caressing him in her arms. “As آپ wish, Milady.” She walked...
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posted by hgfan5602
How I long to be back in my sweet haven,
Covered in blankets,
Replenished with water and the works,
Right now.

But.
I am not always so lucky to have one
For I am not your regular kid
Who always is lucky to have everything

For...
I am not a kid
I am not a person with a home
I am...
An infamous vagabond
Known for many cases of murder
And everything that I consider to be
My hobby.

I love being a bad vagabond.
Being bad's how I live.
So live with it.
یا get killed.
This.
Very.
Instant.
posted by Faith-Rulz
Fire.
It is destruction.
But yet,
it shines beauty, and;
it is the gift of rebirth,
new beginnings,
the strength that boils within your soul,
bumbling deep inside
beneath the surface
waiting for آپ to
spread your wings like a phoenix,
showering آپ with the fire
waiting to burst to the surface and shine.

Fire,
its energy,
raw and primal energy
one so old,
the flames cry a thousand tears,
of souls lost within its flames,
their souls,
live within the fire's kiss
eternally,
becoming one with the fire,
and be reborn,
forever and eternal
as a phoenix...
the soul immortal
as is the fire,
wild, passionate, primodial
can it be tamed?
No. can love be tamed? No
Love is like the fires....untamed, unstoppable...
it consumes,
like a fire's kiss.
Do آپ dare to play a fire's game??
posted by NormalcyIsDead
A little girl walked around the open playground, her solid brown eyes looking at the ground, sun shining on her straight auburn hair. It was her first دن of سیکنڈ Grade at a new school, and she didn’t know anyone there. She much rather liked walking around and looking at all the little bugs and twigs and other stuff she could find, though, instead of playing Tag, یا swinging, یا making necklaces out of dandelions.

As she stooped down beside the tire house to poke at a little colony of ants, she heard a humming noise. She looked up and saw a little boy about her age, sitting on the top...
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posted by anbonie
He respected bang, but it happened nothing. Anyway they hurried, because clock wasn’t usually wrong. Butler crashed bars.
When they came out of shaft, in cold room was bang. Bodyguard grabbed Pieter and with him ran across the garden and jumped in pond. He knew that pool is connected with house and it is going to be too dangerous to jump in it.
In the pond there were no many chances to survive. And it was late autumn and it was ice on surface.
But they haven’t got any other chance. Butler and Pieter waited for explosion and when they were face to face with آگ کے, آگ they sink. Slave was all time...
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