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The Labyrinth

posted by Moonlight_Kitty

It was a beautiful دن as I was jogging to the ice cream shop. The sun was bright and warm, the breeze was crisp, and there wasn't a بادل in the sky. Who couldn't enjoy a دن like this.
I was hurrying down to meet my دوستوں to plan for our yearly Marco/polo game. Every سال we would get together and get everything ready to head down to the maze and play Marco/polo. The maze is this giant labyrinth made of tall hedges that only had three entrances. Nobody ever got lost there, یا مزید accurately, nobody ever died there. Everyone who didn't know what they were doing, and even some of those...

The God Helpers Chapter 6

posted by DxCFan123

Bruno had just.. saved me. The giant آگ کے, آگ monsters were gone. He grabbed my hand and kept saying "follow me, follow me" Finally, we reached a forest."I have a confession. Im magic" I tried to sound surprised and کہا "What? How?" He کہا shamefully "Im a god helper. I am a god but may never go to the god world." " Wow! Thats amazing! So that's how آپ saved me?" I said. He nodded. He کہا out loud "I AM HERE!" And we were sent into a room. The room was dark and musty. Only a dim light lit the room. Bruno کہا "We shall go to the mountains" and we teleported into the mountains. I was amazed....

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The Wind and the Window(introduction)

posted by HarryPLover

Everyone has a red glass window.It's called your heart.People's windows differ from others,some windows are shaded out and don't let any light come in and than there are some windows that are open to whatever goes pass their them.
Is your window open یا closed out?
Would آپ let the air in if آپ had the chance?
My window has been open for quite some time and the same gush of wind keeps coming in and I've grown to love and need that one breath that air gives me.But that gush of wind I've grown to love sometimes easily breaks my window with it's power.But yet can easily fix my window up again with it's strength.It is a constant fight between letting that gush of wind in because I'm afraid of the wind breaking my window once more.But that same gush of wind I'm so scared of but yet love so much,loves me as well but that wind can spread far.Far enough to other people's windows as well.

Always an constant fight between the wind and the window!

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Three Words-Baby.Boy.Girl?[Chapter 2]

posted by HarryPLover

Maybe I should ditch P.E. today?Ive never ditched school before so this was definitely a first for me.What would be my excuse though?I could just picture Ms.Anime's face if I were to come to be P.E. with this crap:"Oh,hey Ms.A.,I can't exactly stay for P.E. today....because I'm pregnant...well at least I think I am?So,yeah I'll see آپ tomorrow,maybe." then just walk away without looking back."I'm screwed!"Those were the words that would repeat in my head over,over,and over again.

"Hey Annie!Missed آپ at lunch yesterday!"My best friend Arlette was referring to yesterday when I bailed on lunch...

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Breaking <3

posted by emmett

Breaking

I feel like I have always known you
We’ve always been so close but
آپ look away

آپ tell me that آپ love me
But your eyes say something else
It shouldn’t be so difficult for me
To turn away

Chorus:
Every time we talk at night
Every time آپ make me feel alright
When آپ say goodbye
آپ say you’ll think of me all the time
I know it’s a lie
And I’m slowly breaking
I’m slowly breaking

Somehow آپ just cannot see
The way I smile when آپ look at me
Are آپ completely blind?
Cuz’ I’ve دیا آپ all the signs
That I love آپ

Chorus:

And now I’m falling apart
You’ve gone from my life
I can’t take it anymore
My new best friend is a knife
What آپ were to me
Made me complete

Pitching A Crime ویژن ٹیلی Series To Hollywood - Full Interview with Screenwriter Curtis کرن, رے

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Developing A Screenwriting Idea سے طرف کی Diane گھنٹی, بیل and Chris Byrne

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i'm alone chapter 3

posted by Thalia_huntress

thanks dancing_banana for your idea. and if آپ have any ideas send me a message plzz tell me what آپ think.

There were two other women with him the first one looked like Charlie and Marcus the other was Annabel. Charllie was closer then i tought he کہا from right behind me "yes that's our mother our father got killed in jail when he saw her he killed the man." i can see where he got his looks. we kept walking. a lady saw us she welcomed us in to her house she braided my hair with pale blue ribbon running through it. she gave me a dress that was pale blue like the ribbon. it had white roses...

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Different Worlds - Chapter 6

posted by Bella_Swan3

Taylor sat with her back against the wall, her arms wrapped around her knees, as she relived memories of pain.

The broken glass that littered the floor served as a reminder. Everywhere she looked, she saw a memory, the earliest being when she was barely four.

Dying. Perhaps that is how it feels, filled with the thoughts and reminiscence of the life آپ have lived, and in some cases, wished آپ hadn't.

The slight nine سال old sat on the riverbank. There was a boy, about as old as she was sitting اگلے to her.

"He did it again, didn't he?" the boy asked softly, gently touching a bruise on the...

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pushing wild fires

posted by Thalia_huntress

"catch me if آپ can!" my little sister yells running in the back yard.i go after her. she suddenly stops. "Jaz!Jaz! come here!" she calls. "yes Abbie?" i fallow her eyes. smoke was riseing from the house. oh-no i thought. i grab my cell phone and dial 911. there here in twenty minutes. they've put out the fire. our parents are dead. i sit on one of the chairs in our back yard. abigal climbs into my lap and hides her face in my hair then she crys. i must've looked like a statue becuase my breathing was shallow. "sweeties are آپ ok?" my rich aunt said. i blinked "yes were fine aunt julie" i...