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We write to inspire and to bring peace, happiness, and harmony to everyone. lol. I sound cheesy.
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i amor this song so much it is very inspiring for me and i hope it is for all tu other wiriters out there i just cant stop listening to this song without wriitng something
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Jack turned and ran his own screams still ringing in his ears. He manged to find an empty classroom in which he collapsed against the door.
He must have been imagining it there is no way Mr Thompson is dead? His body was slumped in the chair, blood trickling down his face and his ghost was sitting on escritorio staring at the door a pale grey." JAAAAAACK!" an unearthly shriek sounded through the air. Jack ran to the window and tried to open it but it was locked. CRASH the door flew of the hinges and Mr Thompson entered.
Jack ran through the door straight under the ghost and sprinted down the corridor.He finally reached the exit, he wrenched on the door as hard as his strength would allow but it wouldn't budge. he could see out of the corner of the eye Mr Thompson gliding down the corridor looking in each classroom. Quickly and quietly Jack slid behind a chair in reception. "AGRHHHHHHHH!"
something had grabbed jack round the neck


END of chapter two
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Could tu leave everyone behind for an unknown country? Fighting for your life and the freedom of others.

Could tu train with fellow soldiers, have the will to push ahead? Through snow, rain, and mud; everything against you.

Could tu stay strong as men fell around you? Bleeding, crying, dying in one anothers arms.

Could tu carry wounded fighters missing limbs and crying in pain? Pushed past the breaking point never to return again.

Could tu run headlong into gun fuego as it picks off all of your friends?

Could tu kill another soldier forced to fight for his country? With a family back inicial hoping...
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Note: this chapter's from Zoe's point of view.
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I turned away from Ryker. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw adular, fawn Elliot smiling at him.
    I liked Fawn—at least what I know about her, which isn’t that much. But we did a science project together, so I’ve talked to her.
    She seems nice. Well, she doesn’t talk much, but she has a handful of friends who she wouldn’t dream of leaving. She’s kept some of them since kindergarten.
    I glanced back at...
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Note: This chapters from Quin's point of view. Also, LadyEmzy16 came up with the título Tales of a Group of Outcasts, so she gets full credit for that!

Also, even if tu don't like it, please comentario why tu don't like it so I can make it better.
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I walked into the bathroom and sank to the floor siguiente to one of the sinks. I stared at the ceiling.
    I was starting to doubt I was ever going to get a boyfriend, o even kiss. I mean, Zoë had her first kiss in fourth grade, and I’m fifteen!
    Of course, that’s Zoë....
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My name is Clarissa. Today, our neighbors suddenly moved out, and warned us of the new neighbors moving in. Something like, "Killer. Devil. Wizard." It sure sounded creepy, and I didn't want to meet my new neighbors, but my parents, being their kind selves, dicho that they had to make a frutas cake for them.
In the afternoon, when I met the woman, she dicho her name was Jainzsott. She walked a black cat. That woman must be really bad luck, I thought suspiciously. Jainzsott lived on Devil's Lane, siguiente to my house. She kept her shades drawn, dicho she had two thumbs, and that she could take off...
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I stood frozen in the yard for what seemed like eternity, holding that piece of fabric. Could Brett have been taken por the wolves? I couldn't shake the image of Brett being dragged away por those beasts. I went back in the house and texted his cell. “Hey, u home? Where'd u go this morn?” I closed my phone and placed it on the table. The clock dicho it was only 7:00pm so I made a sandwich, mom had finally gone shopping, and sat in the cocina listening to the wind howl. I was enjoying the peace, when my phone rang. I jumped off the chair I was seated on and ran to the living room. I scooped...
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Same guy, different video
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He kinda puts it into a whole other perspective.
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Dreams Written In Ash (CHAPTER ONE- When The Light Ended)



This is to all my friends on here who believe in me and believe in my dream’s. But one person who really helped me and has the same dream as me BeautifulBlaze o Daniel,
Thank You...



My Dream



My dream is to make the world a better place.
For tu and me and the people to come.
I want peace in this world,
And love,
And harmony.
The world we live in now is curl and cool,
and filled with war.
It’s like we’re all on a wheel of all the angry,
thoughts and feeling’s.
A never ending and every winning
race of hate.
My dream is make the world brighter...
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