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III The Library
The siguiente room Ember visited was to her a Heaven on Earth. An enormous room just for holding books! The ceiling was so high it would have taken ten of her standing on parte superior, arriba of one another the reach it. The shelves and shelves of libros were piled right up to the parte superior, arriba and there were several ladders placed conveniently so that she could reach the topmost books.
Ember walked round the room as though she were in a dream. She loved lectura and devoured every book she found but she had never had a whole biblioteca full of them to herself. She barely knew where to start. Every square inch of...
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After much debate, I have decided to try my hand at escritura a mystery novel. I've always loved mysteries, especially the original "Sherlock Holmes" stories, and shows like "Monk" and "Twin Peaks". The summary for the story I'm escritura is in the in the section below. If tu like the idea, let me know, because I'm really excited for the story!
Summary:School's out and fifteen año old Harold McCormick is headed for his annual summer getaway at Science Camp, but when an accident occurs, Harold is detirmened to prove it is murder, despite the doubt of the police and everyone around him believing otherwise, and in order to save the camp, Harold must find someone who believes him, crack the case, and bring the culprit to justice before he strikes again.
posted by Weasel1999
II The Kitchen.

Unsure where to go Ember dithered in the corridor outside the nursery for almost ten minutos the siguiente morning. But soon the delicious smell of apples and cinnamon reached her nose.
She followed the scent until she reached a large old fashioned kitchen. An old, wooden table, worn and scrubbed filled the middle of the room. It was the biggest cocina Ember had ever saw. One side of the room was simply all cupboards and drawers of all different shapes and coloured. Ember’s curiosity burned but she was distracted por a large woman wearing an apron. She was taking a steaming apple...
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posted by Weasel1999
I. The Nursery

Ember lived in her nursery for the siguiente few months, only being let out occasionally to go to the toilet. All she saw were the four walls around her but it wasn’t all bad.
The room was painted a pretty sky-blue and the carpet was thick, fluffy and a deep midnight blue. There was a cama and a huge white wardrobe with the most beautiful, pasado de moda, antigua clothes inside.
Rich velvets cloaks, soft pelaje, piel stoles, bright silk dresses, every item of clothing needed to make a young lady of society look beautiful.
But Ember was not a young lady of society living in Victorian times. She was a...
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She never knew she had an uncle until her parents died. It’s strange how- sometimes in life when tu lose important people in your life tu 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 dicho it was a crime sending a child off to such an evil man as Scipio....
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Gerald wrinkled his nose at the earthy, mossy smell that always filled the woods. He longed to get back to his palace, but there was work to be done, and a king must do his work, after all.
“Hurry up!” he shouted at the coal black caballos dragging the carriage. They bolted and took off.
Gerald leaned back against the soft, silky back of the asiento and watched the trees blur by.
How grateful he was that he didn’t live out here, with all the faerie and elves and goblins. No, goblins lived in the marshes, didn’t they? But the faerie-folk, elves…still out here. He could feel them watching...
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Author's note: Sorry for my English :P

Once upon a time…

Wait, should we start the story like that? Because, it's rather difficult to find a proper opening for it. We can't say Once upon a time, because this is not a fancy fairytale. It is not.

Or, we could start it like this. It happened in feudal Japan…

During the time, the country was very wealthy, no war happened, no droughts, no floods, no danger. However, the people were not completely happy, because of a long-lasting, legendary fear had existed, threatening every single person, from generations to generations, throughout the land…...
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Chapter One
"What can I say? tu are handsome beyond compare," chuckled Chase as he winked at himself in the mirror.

Ally, his twin, was leaning on his bedroom door. "Vain much?" She giggled at her brother's goofiness.

"Ally! How long have tu been standing there?"

"Somewhere between the part where tu began complimenting your own hair and the shoes you're wearing." Ally pulled her sleave over her face to keep from laughing any harder.

"Get out," Chase teased as he closed the door behind Ally. He could still her laughing from behind the door. "Next time knock!" He shouted through the door....
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posted by alicia386
I'm hiding in my mom's closet. IT was the only way for me to be seguro from . . . the mirror. I know this sounds ridiculous but tu wil understand when tu hear my story.

It all started when my friend, Bella, received an ancient mirror from her grandmother. Her granny had dicho it shows the truth within someone.

Everything was okay at first. Bella used the mirror rarely to fix her hair o something. Then things took a change for the worst.

Our other friend, Hanna, was sitting siguiente to Bella at the lunch mesa, tabla so I sat siguiente to them. Hanna was desperately trying to tell bella about her encounter with...
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posted by hgfan5602
When I was sitting with my hand on the windowsill,
I couldn't help but remember your wind-swept hair,
Your hazel eyes glancing at me,
And your amazing smile never leaving your face

It just came por me that tu weren't here
But I will always be with you
Never leaving your side,
Cuz it's just tu and me tonight

I'm never gonna leave tu crying
I hope tu feel the same
Cuz there won't ever be another girl
That's gonna amor tu like I do tonight

I'm never gonna leave tu standing
In the mist, forlorn and sad
I hope tu feel the same
I will always be standing por your side

Cuz it's just tu and me tonight...
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posted by riehlemarie
Once there lived a normal middle school girl, o so she thought.She had long brown hair, green with a hin of blue eyes. Her name is Elizabeth. Elizabeth's mother, Rebecca, has blond hair, and blue eyes. Elizabeth always pondered about it.

When Elizabeth was 5 years old she asked her mom about it. Rebecca had to think fast so she made up a little story for Elizabeth so she wouldn't want to ask about it. So Rebecca told Elizabeth "Lizzie", [ Elizabeth's nickname] " tu look just like your daddy, but daddy left us." Rebecca thought Elizabeth would be fine without knowing the truth, that Elizabeth...
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