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posted by BlondLionEzel
Chapter 1

It was hundreds of years after Kara's transformation, but she was still a plant-human hybrid. For the years before this day, she was shown as an abomination of nature. In short, people poked, prodded, and threw things at Kara.

However, this día would turn out different...

Jeremy was a sixteen año old boy with black hair, brown eyes, and a smile that warm up even the most frozen heart. His father bought the mansion and garden for Jeremy as he was studying botany in college.

"I finally can have my own mansion and garden" Jeremy thought as he was driving down to his new mansion.

When Jeremy arrived at his new mansion, it felt...empty. Like no one had been there for years.

"Hello?" Jeremy asked as his voice echoed through the mansion. There was no immediate response, so Jeremy went inside.

The mansion was very large, but very unnerving. There were cobwebs all over the place, and every time tu entered a new room, it felt like someone was watching you.

"Uh...I guess I should go to the garden now..." Jeremy thought to himself as he was clearly creeped out por the old mansion.

Jeremy descended to the garden, his steps making small echoes. When Jeremy opened the door to the garden, a cry was heard.

"Huh?! What was that?!" Jeremy thought to himself as he walked to where the screams came from.

Suddenly, Jeremy tripped on a long vine.

"GAH!" Jeremy cried as he fell flat on his butt, "Yikes...that was embarrassing".

"Embarrassing? tu don't even know the half of it..." A voice snidely told Jeremy.

"Well it was...a little..." Jeremy blushed a little.

"Well don't come any closer" The voice commanded Jeremy.

"Why not?" Jeremy asked.

"Because!" The voice responded.

"Because why?" Jeremy responded again as he walked towards where the voice was coming from. He then suddenly stopped.

"Hello" Kara greeted Jeremy.
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Would tu ask a writer about what their escritura means? First, hear (or read) what I have to say. If tu ask a poet what their work is about, what sorts of preguntas do tu think they hear all the time? 'Whats this mean? What's this about?' The artists get sick of it. escritura is a form of art. Art is meant to be not the same for everyone. Most artists want their work to be left to the viewers interpretation. Quoth one of my favourite writers:
"Does it mean this, does it mean that, that's all anybody wants to know. Fuck them darling. I say what any decent poet would say if tu dared ask him to...
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This an except from the articulo How to Get Out of Your Own Way When Writing. This is consejos from an accomplished autor named Elizabeth Knox

"I prefer reading, and writing, in the third person – “he walked along the shore,” rather than the first person, “I walked along the shore.” Many novice writers start escritura in the first person. There are some very good reasons for that. For a start, we’re all used to telling stories with ourselves at their centers. Also, using a first-person voice can be a kind of playacting. They narrator is a “not-you” you’re pretending to be.

Why I...
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posted by alicia386
May

Wednesday

This is obviously my first blog. I really don't know what to write about. Maybe I can start with some identification. Hello, my name is Laurie Bailey. This is my last año in middle school. I won't go into too much detail about my location because I don't want creepy men looking for me. Well, anyways, I guess that is a good first blog. My sister, Velvet, thought I should express my feelings so I don't go walking around with unsettled feelings. I think she might believe I am going to strangle someone because I'm angry. Velvet bought me a journal and I was like blogging is so much...
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"I can't believe this is happening to me," moaned Avalon King. She was in the backseat of her parents' convertible. They were unfortunately on their way to Brunswick, Georgia also known as the deadest town in existence.

"Oh, stop being so melodramatic," declared her mom, Riley King. "This is an exciting experience. tu might actually enjoy yourself unless tu are afraid to have fun with these mortals."

"Mom, don't even joke about that," groaned Damon who sat siguiente to Avalon in the car. "Those mortals wouldn't know how to have fun even if it slapped them in the face."

"Don't be so quick to judge,"...
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Chapter One- My First Death día (Oh The Joy)

Let me put this into words tu living, breathing, humans can understand. I'm dead. tu won't understand a thing if tu keep on believing that I'm alive. I'm not alive and I will never come back from the dead. This isn't some crappy horror novel tu picked up. This is real life. And in real life, once you're dead, you're dead, for good. There are no segundo chances and no undos. If tu continue on this delusional journey that I'm alive and well, then you're better off putting this book down and going back to that lousy crap about the princess who received...
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