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First Name: Sayori(you are called Sayorihime at your temple)
Last Name: Tsukine
Age: 16
Height: 5’7
Weight: 121
Eye Color: Pink
Hair Color: Black(straight short bangs, straight long hair that goes down to your knees and the end of the hair is straight)
Personality: Stubborn, clever, smart, tactician, strong-willed, kind and caring(but doesn’t admit it because of stubbornness)
Info: آپ are the descendant of a very strong and powerful miko* named Mizuhahime. آپ have strong powers, strong enough that if a demon absorbs you, its powers will increase سے طرف کی 100X and if mated with a half demon, the child...
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As an outcast, Adeena had always felt for the underdog because she saw herself in them. The queens daughters grew up in a palace. Normal french folks grew up in a village of some sort. But Adeena...Adeena grew up in village of caravans.Her father called a "tent city" because the poorest of folks could only to live there. But despite the stereotypes, she was still distanced from other children simply for being a gypsy.

"Ha..as if being a gypsy overrides every decent thing I've ever done" Adeena pondered, "If they changed the name of a rose, it would still smell as sweet. If they changed my culture,...
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My name is Carle and I am one of the few immune humans to walk a war torn living dead infested world. Let me take آپ back to before it started 4 years prior to the initial outbreak a couple of millionaires bought an entire ہل, لندن and fortified it. The middle and upper part of the ہل, لندن was cleared and a 60 ft. steel enforced concrete دیوار was put up, the bottom of the ہل, لندن was encircled with a 30 ft. steel encased concrete wall. Some of the surrounding flatland was also cleared and minimum defenses were put up. Obviously these millionaires knew something we didn’t. This fortress - we locals...
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June 17th 100,000,000 BC 12 O'clock at night
Four children are born, quadruplets, the youngest born at the strike of midnight. The first child is named Queverial, the سیکنڈ Ceelarion, the third Ierailiasha, and the last one is named Mist. The father decides the last child should have a complex name as the others do but the mother has made up her mind that Mist is the perfect name.
Then she sends them through the mirror of fate to find there destiny. They may never return if they do not find it in time.

January 21st 9,999,990 BC 3:30 P.M.
The children grow up living in the chosen lands behind the...
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posted by JellyPopper
The House I Cherish And Hate

~Chapter #1~


Marie and I love to adventure. However this time we went overboard. I think this was our LAST adventure."Are we there yet!" Marie کہا impatiently. "Yep its right here!" I کہا exited. "You wanna um... walk in fist Marzia?" Marie asked. "Sure!" I کہا starting to rethink this whole abandon house thing. I walked in slowly and held the door open for Marie. "Are آپ sure آپ wanna do this?" Marie said. "Of course, we will. Trust me" I کہا trying to convince Marie not to leave. "Okay i'll look for food and آپ look for beds and stuff if we stay over night."...
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posted by amoremusic
My type of emotions conveys
onto how i'm really feeling inside,
my thoughts mainly consist on the
back-ground of my poetry.

As my addictive persona
starts to silhouette every-
word that i've written out
the nature of my emotions
starts to unravel at every-
line,

My Poetry has a piece
of imagination within it-
self, the artwork of
each line has it's own
significant meaning.

Where the beauty is
that's where the poetry
lives, it lives within my soul,
as i carry each and every-line
with care, i start to share a
piece of me inside every-
lyrical line that i compose.
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 NINE:
On the drive back to my apartment, I cannot help but feel something is amiss. What it is, I don’t have a clue. As I continue the drive, I once مزید delve into my past…
CRYSTAL FALLS: 1850
I awaken an گھنٹہ later, still in pain from the sun’s rays. I feel Perry’s dried blood on my face, and find myself disgusted at what I have done. I cannot believe the situation I’ve landed myself in. About ten منٹ later, Perry returns to the cave. From where I do not care, یا even want to know. I feel nothing but burning hatred and contempt for him. I still do not know what prevented...
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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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CHAPTER SEVEN:
I return to my apartment, and turn off the police radio, which is only reporting the incident I was involved with earlier that night. I suddenly feel tired once again, and this shocks me. As I lay back on the couch, I continue thinking of Pike, and my first night of being a vampire.
CRYSTAL FALLS: 1850
I hesitate, and then follow Perry outside. Only moments ago, I found myself full of anger, yet at the same time, worry, although not for my own sake, but for my father’s, who is still asleep in the other room. For some odd reason, I am in pain, not from my wound, which has disappeared...
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posted by EmilyMJFan910
Chapter Four of the fiction story I wrote EXCLUSIVELY for Fanpop. Enjoy!

Summer rode her bike down the pathway excitedly. "I can't wait to get آپ two home!" she exclaimed.
But as soon as they stopped at the farm gates, the dogs began to get scared. The farmyard کی, فآرمیارد was full of animals they had rarely ever been around. Cows and horses, sheep, pigs, ducks, and goats made all sorts of commotion. The dogs whimpered.
Summer stroked Zoey's back. "It's okay. You're not going to stay here. We'll go over to the house. Follow me."
Summer got off her bike, lifted Zoey out of the basket, and leaned her bike...
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CHAPTER FIVE:
The rest of the school دن passes سے طرف کی uneventfully. I learn nothing about Pike’s location. I only see Harold once مزید throughout the day, in Chemistry class. I still can’t explain my fascination with him. At lunch I tell Danny how I’ve befriended Harold, and this seems to please him, for it seems Harold is also a friend of his. “He’s unbelievably modest. That guy’s a true genius. All the teachers can’t believe how smart he is. He even was allowed to skip the senior year.” He says. “Why didn’t he do it?” I ask curiously. “Because he doesn’t have…” Danny...
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CHAPTER THREE:
CRYSTAL FALLS, CALIFORNIA
OCTOBER 27, 1995
It is five AM when I finally enter Crystal Falls. The sun has not yet appeared over the horizon. After entering the town, I spare no time searching for the apartment complex. I spot it after driving around the suburban area for about fifteen minutes. I park my car outside of the building I am looking for, and climb up two flights of stairs to unlock the door. Then, I race down the stairs and quickly grab all my things I packed and اقدام them into the apartment with ease. I switch on the news and find that another victim has been found near...
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This is a fiction story that I've been forming in my head for awhile and decided to post it.

This is a romance book but hopefully I succeed at making آپ laugh here and their. The main girl (Ember) is like me from her hair to her odd habbits. Anywho, she's pretty great and she can get along with most anyone... expect Kadin Ski. He's the most annoying, prideful, ignorant, boy she has ever met. She hates him with a burning passion.

And then something happens...

Suddenly, during a dodge ball game, things start to change. Soon she feels venerable, her stomach does cartwheels, she sweats when she...
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Dragon Crew
Long ago, In a land faraway....that's how a Disney movie would tell this, trust me, me and my دوستوں tried to add this as our first couple of words, but it didn't seem...right. This story doesn't start 'Long Ago, in a land Far away'. It مزید so starts like this, 'Not that long ago, in Dragon land'. That didn't seem that could either. 'Once upon a time' never worked that much either.
So I would love to let آپ know, we did not come up with the 'once upon a time' theme. Not. My. Fault.
But we did decide to do a mini epilogue about how we became like this, although this starts off with...
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posted by CatiePotter
"What happened?" I questioned myself as I got up. I was in my bed; how did I get there? I looked around my small bedroom. The house was scilent, the usual voices of my mother making breakfast was not there. There was no smell of پینکیکس یا coffee as the usual breakfast was.

I looked across my بستر to the stand with my alarm clock. 5 o'clock in the morning."Odd they should be up سے طرف کی now" I wondered.

There was a bang downstairs, like the car grauge door." What are they doing?"I asked myself. I stretched as I headed downstairs to the kitchen. As I krept down further there was مزید noises coming...
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My name is Annabelle. I am sixteen and I am beaten.

I lived with my dad and mom in that trailor park on the edge of town between the bar and the strip of stores everyone avoids. We lived happily until my mom, Mary, died in that car crash five years ago. My dad became depressed, drinking alcohol and gambling. He was soon unemployed, so to keep the trailor I had to drop out of school. He is now a deep alcoholic and gambles with his buddies every other day.

Whenever we run out of spirits he hits me. He keeps hitting me until I go to the bar nearby and get more. This happens every two days سے طرف کی his...
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posted by pugglelover2000
The girls came back with a huge jug of water."Okay,now it's time to get down to buissness."Rachel said.She moved over to the drawer,and slowly opened it.She took out a long,silver key.

"Okay,look I have way مزید power than you,and I really don't need you,only as bait of course."Rachel added quickly,so Josie would get it,"Once your silly,dumb,sister knows I have you,there'll be no stopping me.Haley,get me my phone!"Haley obediently retrieved the phone.

Rachel texted Laura:
Looking for your sis,well we have her in my summer ہوم in Salem Woods.Oh,and if آپ tell anyone,especialy the cops,we'll...
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This was take from a post on Tumblr that I found interesting and wanted to share! (And I did some of my own Googling and added to the list.) It just goes to دکھائیں that someone telling آپ that your writing isn't good doesn't mean anything. People just think differently from each other. ;P

Sylvia Plath: There certainly isn’t enough genuine talent for us to take notice.

Rudyard Kipling: I’m sorry Mr. Kipling, but آپ just don’t know how to use the English language.

Emily Dickinson: [Your poems] are quite as remarkable for defects as for beauties and are generally devoid of true poetical qualities....
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First off, to those of آپ that know me, I haven't گیا کیا پوسٹ at all in awhile, I'm aware my "Nightfall" series hasn't been updated for those of آپ that liked it, but since school started back, I have had hardly any time to write anything. I WILL get back to posting on "Nightfall" if anything else for the sake of completion. But I also discovered the marvolous "Fallout" series a few months back, and decided to try to make a novel out of it. For those of آپ not familiar with the series, "Fallout" is a series of games set in a post-apocyloptic future, and finds a custom made protagonist made customly سے طرف کی the player dealing with life in the now wastelandic USA. My story is loosely based off "Fallout 3" but with major differences along the way, so the story is original in that aspect. If آپ guys will read the story, I will make it as adaptable as I can for those who are not familiar with it. Please leave comments, so I know whether یا not I should post it. Thank you. -AdamK