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posted by Insight357
I sat on the floor, looking outside. It was snowing, and tu could see icicles hanging from the parte superior, arriba of the window. It was so cold in the room I could see my breath.
    I looked around the empty room; I was alone. In that moment I felt if nothing were inside me. As if, something had devoured my soul. I was resigned, and nothing seemed to phase me.
    Suddenly, lightning flashed, and hail came down. Making pops as it hit the roof. Black clouds filled the sky, making for an ominous feel. I stood, and went to the window, to find the snow gone.
    The rain started pouring down, and wind began to blow. I saw big waves in the distance. A hurricane was starting. The roof started to fold in. A mist came through the cracks.
    Then, the roof caved in. A fuego started to blaze through the empty room. After a moment, the fuego ceased; the house looked demolished. Charred remains laid on the ground.
    I was now standing outside, it was around twilight. Graves surrounded me; most of them were worn down from the elements. One of the graves I was studying had ‘Anozi’ written on the front. My corazón contracted.
    As I lost my breath, the earth began to shake. Two tectonic plates crashed, sending a volcán to appear ten feet from me. It erupted, magma on the ground. Before the lava touched my feet, the volcán disappeared.
    A labyrinth appeared where the volcán had set only a moment ago. A picture of a key hung on an outside wall. The key was hidden in the labyrinth.
    Nightfall came. I laid down on the cold ground, and watched the sky. The moon was full, and bright. A comet streaked across the sky.
    The comet gave me such an overwhelming feeling. Like life, it streaked across the sky so fast, and then it ends as soon as it comes.
    The end was near, and I knew it. Why should I wait now? I picked up the cuchillo lying beside of me. I examined it’s sharp, silver blade. Then I jammed the cuchillo into my chest. It pierced my heart.
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I awoke breathing hard. It was only a dream.
posted by para-scence
I ran down the pathway, my long blond ponytail whipping me in the face each time I checked to see how far I was ahead of Brandon. He was still far away, and Mommy and Daddy were even farther behind.

"Irina! Mommy and Daddy dicho not to go too far!" Brandon complained. I stopped in my tracks, and groaned.

"We're not too far! I can still see 'em," I said. Brandon pouted, not satisfied. I sighed. "Fine. We'll wait for them." Finally, after waiting forever, Daddy and Mommy finally caught up to us. I ran up to them, and Dad put his arm on my shoulder. Brandon held Mommy's hand. Mommy smiled at the...
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posted by alexmswann
It was three o’clock on a Friday and the campana had finally rung for school to be out for the weekend. I hurriedly shoved my libros in my book bag and headed for the door ready to be out of school.
“Oh wait, Alisa could tu come here for a quick second,” my English teacher, Mrs. Thompson asked. I turned around wishing I could be out this school. She was a very tall and light skinned lady, in her mid-thirties. She had long stringy black hair and big brown eyes. tu would probably think she was a retired model. I quickly went to her escritorio trying not to seem I was rushing her.
“Um I just wanted...
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posted by para-scence
The siguiente morning, despite being deprived of sleep, I was wide awake. Carmine was in the kitchen, Nikolai getting ready for work in his room. I frowned when I saw Carmine in his work uniform.

"I thought..." I began. He shook his head, his mouth full of cereal.

"I gotta work today. We'll go another día though, ok?" he said.

"When are tu off...?" I asked.

"Next weekend," he answered. I groaned.

"Seriously?!"

"Sorry! tu know, tu could get a job too, y'know!" he shouted. I clamped my mouth shut. Carmine never yells at me. Ever. "Y'know, tu complain about Nikolai all the time! You're just as bad!"...
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posted by para-scence
The siguiente week was spent somewhat like that first day. We went to the park almost everyday. It wasn't that bad actually. It was kind of funny to see Jezebel and and Aspen run around like psychos. I was actually starting to warm up to Scout as well. It was cool to just talk to someone my age that was a girl too. I never had the chance to do that at school o home. I really like Aspen too. She's very mature for her age, when she wants to be. She has no problem goofing around like a little kid. She likes to talk about a bunch of things. I've become very close with her too.

Then soon came the Sunday...
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posted by para-scence
A faint beeping noise entered my room of darkness. I squeezed my eyes shut even more, afraid to open my eyes again and see nothing. There was the noise again. And again. It sounded in a steady pattern. The más I comfheard it, the más it reminded me of where I was. Before, when it was complete silence, it felt surreal, like it was all a bad dream. Now it was a constant reminder that there was nothing left for me. I cried, and a wet tear rolled down my cheek. A tear? But when I died, I'd felt nothing. I couldn't feel o taste the blood that had been running down my lips. I couldn't feel the...
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posted by itchygum
I sat in my bed, watching the minutos tick por on my clock. 10:51 . . . 10:52. I rolled on my side, thinking about the siguiente day, the first día of school. I was a strait A student and also a bit of a badass. Where did I fit in? My eyelids became heavy, harder to open every time I blinked, until they didn't open.
I felt a nudge, my mom waking me up. "Get dressed," she whispered in my ear. I dragged to my dresser, pulling out my rosado, rosa Aeropostale camisa, camiseta and a pair of skinny jeans.
My mom dropped me off and kissed my forehead, so embarrassing, but typical mom. "Hey Ana-rebel!" Called Brooke, pretty...
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posted by Insight357
“Yes, I am,” I dicho calmly. I felt sick to my stomach even as I dicho it.
    “Why?” asked Grey as if it were not obvious.
    “I amor him,” I said.
    “I thought tu loved me,” she said, tears in her eyes. Although I saw tears, I also saw hate and fire.
    “You were mistaken,” I said, it was cruel, but true. I loved Alexander más than her.
    “Why don’t tu amor me?” she asked.
    “You raped me, and I married tu only because the baby,” I said....
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As I enter the kitchen, I see my mom chopping carrots and putting them in a pot full of stew. "Hi Mom! What's that?" My long citrus naranja falda sways underneath the air conditioning vent. "I'm making vegetable stew. KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK. "I'll get it!" I call. I run towards the wooden door and I turn the bronze-colored knob. A man with shaggy dark brown hair appears behind the door. "Hello. Is your mother here?" Who is this guy? "Yes. She's in the kitchen." I make a left towards the small cocina and my mom looks at me. "It's for you." I mouth the words silently. "Oh!" My mom, walks...
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posted by StarWarsFan7
Three hours after Darla left and everything's fine at the shop. A teen with dirty blond hair and hazel eyes enters the store. He looks like... "Steven?" Steven stops in his steps. "Bree?" "Yeah. What are tu doing here?" I ask. "To buy something? Do tu know where the dulces is?" "Yeah it's in section two." I point towards the segundo section in the store. The comprar smells like vanilla and chocolate. Probably because of the ice cream that have been melting in the corner of the store. Which reminds me... "Steven, would tu like to work here?" I ask to break the silence. "Sure. I need a job." Steven...
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posted by StarWarsFan7
Ugh. Being an eighth grade student in a huge middle school is a horrible thing. Large crowds, long lines, piles of homework and nasty teachers! But lucky for me, I'm más motley than anyone else. As I walk down the long beige hallway to my segundo period class, I see my BFFFL (Best Female Friend For Life), McKenna Winston. "Bree! Bree! I need tu A.S.A.P!" My spunky blond pigtailed friend grabs my hand and runs towards the girls' restroom. "What the heck do tu need McKenna? I need to get to class before-" I see escritura on the bathroom wall. McKenna reads it aloud. "Bree Komor and McKenna Winston...
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posted by black_13
What do tu think of this poem? Is it too wierd o depressing?

Caged

It’s my life yet I’m not permitted to live it
Because I’m sick of the tiny little locked cage
Did nobody tell tu the most important thing?
Little girl’s gonna grow up someday, honey

The día has come when the box is too small
You repressed, demoralized child’s matured
She’s become – shock horror – a teenager
Just an isolent perra and nothing more

You say she shouldn’t eat so much
But tu force her to stuff her face
You say her skin’s bad, why?
You the one who never taught her to wash it

It’s as if you’ve completely...
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She fell to the floor and wept, and the jar shook
The día ended on a cold note for the cold night
He had her corazón sealed in a jar, fragile and trapped
Until he had his moment and let go
With little strength, she had saved it and ran
She had ran until the darkness was unbearable,
As she wept, the jar shivered in her arms

Her dark blue eyes were drenched
And her mind was a dark, narrow corridor.
Her heat prolonged in entrapment,
Torturing her unknowingly with each eternity-like moment.

Finally, she ceased her overwhelming emotions,
Now silent and pondering
Distracted, the jar fell, and shattered at her feet
He’s gone. He’s gone! The words danced in her mind.
Her corazón was free, and she was free

She got to her feet, no longer stumbling
And the shattered jar crunched under her feet
There was no más pain.
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...Yeah, I know it kinda sucks. Like I said, first attempt. :/
posted by BURITOES
Ok, so I just want to write a little summary to my story that I want to write called A Place of Our Own I'm basically escritura this to see if people will like it, and if they do, I'll write more. :)


So anyways, it's about a Hollie, 17 año old girl who has an alcoholic mother and a step father who abuses her as well as her 12 año old sister, Amy. Hollie's been in a 3 año on/off relationship with a heroin addicted boyfriend, Danny. When a close call puts Danny in the hospital, he promises Hollie that he'll quit and they'll find a better life. This causes Hollie to realize that she needs to leave inicial and find help herself.


So yeah, if tu liked this, please comentario and there WILL be more. Thanks. :)
posted by inexplicable
It´s autumn. It´s just a día like everyone else. I´m sitting on a bench. The air around me is cold and the sky´s color is naranja now, because there will be sunset soon. There is a fuente in front of me. It has a red- brown color and there are statues on it. I can hear the sound of the ice cold water. There are más benches around the fountain, but today there aren´t so much people sitting there as usual. I´m visiting this place pretty often. I´m sitting still on the bench and thinking. Sometimes I observe the people in the street. I can see their long shadows on the ground. It´s the...
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posted by woofbark
This is based on a true story, which has been featured on a few ghost shows. However, I tweaked this "ghost story" a little, and I hope tu enjoy!



Sariff was a kind and beautiful woman who spent most of her life around the calm, cool waters of an unnamed lake.

It was there she swam.
It was there she read.
It was there she surfed.
It was there, on July Fourth, 1990, Sariff was murdered.

No one knew who it was, besides the fact that he was a man. And maybe, that had something to do with the fact that only men drowned at Sariff Lake.

Twenty men a año died, despite a large amount of lifeguards....
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posted by MissMuffin38
The three boys turned around to see three girls standing before them. Them three girls were Amelia, Emma, and Grace. These were the girls they were meeting. Daniel's voice was shaking but he managed to get some words out: "Hi. How are you?" He said, almost stumbling on his words. "We're fine thankyou. So where are we going?" Amelia replied, giving them her most angelic smile. "Erm, anywhere tu want!" Daniel answered her, still stammering. "How about the sweet shop? We haven't been there for a while." Emma asked, mostrando a smile too. "Yeah, sure!" Tommy replied to her, looking at the other...
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I'm thinking of tu in my sleepless solitude tonight...

Becoming enredados in sheets of satin, I rolled to my side and slowly opened an eye, spotting the black outline of a figure lingering in the doorway. Confused, I propped myself up on an elbow and squinted, trying to make out the figure in the darkness. "Matthew?" I called out softly, pulling the sheets up to cover exposed flesh. The figure moved closer without a word, shutting the bedroom door. For a moment I questioned whether o not the illusions had returned. While I wasn't seeing Lex, I was thinking of him. Fear and anxiety washed over...
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They always dicho that I was a bit mad.

    I guess that’s why I hear bumble bees and geckos talking to me, and not about allergies o how to save money on my car insurance.

You see my dad and my mom is traveling the world for fun. My dad got me some teachers just for me so I won’t have to be in school with the normal kids. But I think it would be fun. I could have real friends instead of no one. Also I could also see some real doctors about some of the things that I think of. They are strange. My fathers doctors say that I am perfectly fine, don’t worry, mentally fine,...
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posted by sweetpea92
The Last Goodbye

I am standing on my tiptoes with my arms around him and he is bending down so that I can reach. There are tears of joy, and cheering. It is too loud to hear even my own thoughts but somehow I still manage to hear the sound of my corazón in my ears as I cling to my friend. After a long moment, we both pull back slightly and my hands slide over the strange fabric of his bright blue graduation gown. I look up at him knowing this could be the last times I see my most treasured friends. His hand leaves my shoulder, and he places it lightly on my face. My corazón nearly stops as something...
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posted by irena83
~ Chapter 1: Dreams

Love. Unconditional and pure amor was there, found in their hearts. Feelings, pure and strong lived from día to day.
But the days were cold. Cold wind froze their dreams.
A child was born.
Dreams, spreading its roots, now slowly fade.
But still live and last in the hearts of the dreamers.
A child wasn't a part of a dream, though.
It wasn't. But amor was still there, although destroyed por many issues, it started fading slowly like a smothered flame.
Mother's eyes was full of hope and corazón full of love, so pure, so gentle.
She knew. Life won't be leche and honey, though she must be strong.
Looking at her baby girl, happy and sad in the same time, so many thoughts were flying through her head.
So many questions, perhaps a small dose of regret.
She felt sadness inside.
amor was still there, that pure amor that kept them alive, though these dreams they both had were somehow far and unreal.
A flame of amor was still burning...