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posted by IlovePatch97
I couldn’t remember how I had gotten there? Where was I anyway? My clothes were soaked and reeds clung to them, my lungs were burning, my eyes swollen as if I had been crying. Had I, But why? It was me and my brother; we were por the creek. I looked around, no he wasn’t there. I couldn’t see him anywhere. In fact I couldn’t see anything; the sky was oil with specs of light, and the lake in which I half laid In, was cold and thick like mud. A layer of late night fog drifted over the grass, surrounding every árbol in the forest. Why had we come here? I was 10, why would Samuel bring me...
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posted by Problematic129
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Chapter 2
    It’s a very green world
    Valeston was… very green. No like really very very green. I mean, tu couldn’t go away with one turn without seeing at least one tree. Plus there was a ton of ecosystem signs saying save the planet, keep your hometown clean.
    It was as if Earth día was every day, and hola I like a clean environment but this was just too much. Father had his mouth puckered in distaste, and he made sure he glared at anyone who looked...
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posted by alicia386
 The Book Cover: HOURGLASS
The Book Cover: HOURGLASS
Chapter Two

Olivia Meyers hopped in her used brown truck. Today was the día she was going to prove everyone wrong. She wore her purple cabestro, halter dress with a thick, black cinturón, correa around her waist. She also had some fishnet stockings and black boots that almost reached to her ankles. Her mom had left this outfit out on her cama this morning. Olivia felt wrong for not wearing it but it made her feel too exposed so she wore a gray chaqueta also. Her strawberry-blonde hair was extra curly today then usual. It was also extra thick.

She cranked the car four time for it to finally start running. It was her dad's...
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posted by hgfan5602
The world is hostile,
Antigeohumane.
Why do people want me
To be someone I am not?

Sometimes I feel as if
Things are going slow,
The way that no one understands
Me, at all.

Why do people want me to be
Someone I really am not?
Why can't I just be myself,
mostrar them who I really am?

I really know I'm someone else,
Someone who could do far more.
But I'm stuck with the painful thought
Of being who I am not.

Why do I have to lie to myself?
Being someone else,
And not yourself,
Is basically lying to yourself,
After all.

All that parents tell you,
Don't lie,
Don't lie,
Don't lie,
Now comes to waste,
When they want tu to be someone
tu really aren't.
That's what I call lying now.

Oh, what a hostile world.
Any way to prevent it from being so hostile?
No, I'm afraid not.
All tu have to do
Is stick with it.
Live the life that tu imagined.
posted by hgfan5602
There was a bond created,
As I felt the deep warmth
Of my friend's face against mine
Her corazón pounding against my shoulder.

The feeling of the two of us,
Together at last,
Undivided,
Felt so good,
I never wanted to let go.

I wanted to hold on to him
Forever.
He was an amazing person
Who always teased me,
Cheered me up all the time,
And, of course,
Always took my side.

He was an unique person,
As he was never the one to be bragging,
But always the one who teased me.
Now,
No one else ever did this.
This was truly the work of
Someone special.

I will never let go of him.
I will never run away from him.
He is mine.
And will always be.
Both of us,
United.
posted by Dhampires
She ran with the darkness like a black pantera, panther media, media de la it's prey she ran.

She kept pace with them knowing her precious daughter was in the car, it only made her chase after them faster, yet like any other human her stamina was winding down she needed a ride.

It took a while but she found a sports bike- black with silver tracing around it here and there- the owner left it running in an attempt to come back no más than five minutos but it would be longer and he's for gotten all about it once he was in finally first in line of the Café where there held a sale.

Causationly she check to make...
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I am
Shocked.
Seeing how amazing she is,
Seeing how she can truly
Change my life.

She is a very inspiring person.
By mostrando me how perseverance
Can take tu so far,
And how determination and tolerance
Are the keys to success.

You may laugh all tu want at me,
As others do.
But nothing will shake my feeling
Of this particular friend.

Now,
Up to this point,
You have been lied to.
Well, partly.
Your brain has been mistaken.

The "inspiring person" I am referring to
Is not a girlfriend of mine
And it never will be,
Because I am a girl, tu see.

This person
I call an influential person
Is my teacher.
Shocked yet?

Well,...
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posted by hgfan5602
Get your hands up in the air
Like tu just don't care
We're rockin tonight
So I'm not givin anything else a think
Tonight

Cause we're rockin the floor
Bust out your dance moves man
The DJ's got the música
Up
All the way up

So everybody say yeah
YEAH!
C'mon get it louder
YEAHHHHHH!!!
Can't hear ya!
YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!

C'mon we gonna get the crowd
Wild tonight
Right here at the dance floor
Yo
So bring your hands up
In the air
Cause this is the only thing
We're carin about tonight bro

Get the crowd wild
Get your feet up
And
Break it down man.
Cause the DJ dicho so.
posted by hgfan5602
There is strength in my heart.
I have looked for it
For decades now.
Yet I have not found it before.

Now I have.
It will get me over every obstacle,
Every region,
Every country.

It makes me proud
To see this.
To see my strength
Laying there,
Waiting for me.
And me only.

This type of strength
Is called courage.
Perseverance.

Perseverance is the best type
Of strength possible.
And I have it.
Yes, me.
Never before,
Will tu see me cower within the shadows
Again, like before.

I have changed.
And I am sure tu will see that.
I have strength in my heart.
posted by hgfan5602
Nobody understands me,
So what's the use?
One day
I say I am busy
And they misunderstand me.

Life is not all about
Betrayal,
Breaking up,
Dumping each other
Across the cold cement floor,
Is it?

I don't believe so.
And the fog is never getting out.
Each day,
There is just más and more
Fog.

Oh, happy day.
No one understands.
What's the use being alive
When tu feel like tu are away
From the world,
Separated
Like we were when we were little kids?

Life is not about any of that.
Life is about forgiveness,
Respect,
Love.
Learning how to tolerate one another.
Nobody understands
What I feel
o what I think everyday.
posted by Knowitall123
Do tu know those perros kept on a chain,
and the people throwing them bones just out of their reach,
laughing and finding satisfaction in it ?


Do tu know the dog who still wags his tail when ever they pet him
and the people who think him stupid for it '
not seeing the kindness and good in him.

Do tu know the dog who only wanted amor
and the people who named him ingrateful for it ?
Telling him to look for it himself.

And do tu know the dog that broke the chain
and the people he attacked ?
They punished him for it.


But I will no longer be that dog.
I will no longer let tu abuse me.
I will not give tu my love.
I will fight back


This is about my "friend" and the way she`s been treating me.
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He looked out from his big huge cage in the zoo. Human beings annoyed him, especially during birthday parties for whiny little bratty kids. He was a chimpanzee, he didn't have to deal with snot nosed, bratty disrespectful humans. Yet, he did and it bothered him to no end. He wanted freedom. He wanted respect. He no longer wanted to be some...
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posted by alicia386
Mary Taylor Julian was the daughter of a preacher. Her father rayo, ray Charles Julian commited his whole life to God. Mary wasn't so sure about the whole cristianismo idea. She was not postive if there was a God o if she beiieved in that crap either. Her father pressured her into joining the choir and teaching the daily bible lesson.

Mary wanted to become atheist but she was too scared of what would happen to her. She lived in a community of christians. Her life is about serving God and doing the right thing. What would her father say. He is a stern man. He could kick her out and ship her to mexico....
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