escritura Article: BYE BYE 2011

BYE BYE 2011

posted by r260897

now standing on last día of año
i look back and see smiles and tears
somedays it was new too
somedays our mailboxes were filled with greetings
greetings of arrival of 01/01/2011
día por día we got used to
night por night we got close
so many starts so many ends
so many left so many got friends
learnt so much taught so much
learnt to smile learnt to give
learnt to die learnt to live
with loads of hugs and kisses
bye bye 2011
siguiente time we'll say
"damn our corazón still misses
THE 2011"
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.they wanted a longer articulo :P

tijgerin6 BYE BYE 2011 Happy New Year!

r260897 to you tooo

coriann :)

r260897 :)

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School Lunches (an assignment)

posted by sweetpea92

Everyday at lunch for all of high school so far I would stand in line and wait to get up to the front to tell the lunch lady that “I need a to-go tray please.” Then once I had gotten my tray, I would scan my lunch card and dash down the hallway to my favorito! teacher’s room to registrarse “the lunch bunch” on everyday except Wednesday, and Friday. On those days the beginning of this routine is relatively the same, but instead of heading off to another meeting of the lunch bunch, I would take a detour at the biblioteca to registrarse my friends at our usual table, for either...

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The fuego of a Memory

posted by Firewriter

There was once a boy
Who loved a girl
A very distant girl- haunted por her demons that no one else could see
The boy- lonely and afraid of pursuing his passions
The heat of the mid-July sun beating on their backs
On a little dirt road siguiente to a vine-covered wall
That little boy handed the little girl a lima, cal green envelope
Her name printed on that envelope in his fine pen writing

Their cheeks red and hearts pounding
The two continued their days apart
Both afraid their darkness will come over
And destroy what they tried to break
The día to follow, that little broken girl
Smiling a real smile for the first...

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First Step In escritura A Screenplay por Richard Walter

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First Step In escritura A Screenplay por Richard Walter

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If I become a famous author.

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Also very funny, don't tu just wish tu could do these things yourself?

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Red escritura

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I write my corazón on a paper

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Pics

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Nothing más Ch. 2

posted by para-scence

I got home, where Reed was at the cocina mesa, tabla playing poker with some friends and smoking. I walked up to the mesa, tabla and threw the bag onto the table. His friends all looked at it, gaping. Reed laughed.

"Good job, baby sister!" he said. He took the bag and inspected it. I smiled at his praise. He looked up at me and smiled. "But shouldn't tu be at school? If Nikolai finds out he'll bust your head in."

"So don't let him find out," I dicho like it was an obvious answer. His buddies laughed. Reed shook his head at me, but a smile still played on his lips. He threw the bag back at me.

"Well then,...

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Only a Shadow in the night

posted by ChickRiddler

Preface: We were called freaks. Strangers. Mutants. As my claws ripped through the peculiar woman’s skin I thought, “What am I now?” My teeth sunk into her arm. The screech that pierced the air at that moment brought me back to reality, I was human again. I spat the blood out of my mouth and looked around myself. The handsome man was looking at me with terrified eyes.
“I’m so sorry,” I whispered. Shrinking into myself, I began to run away. The man wouldn’t catch me. But something held me back. I went back to him and reappeared. “Help me.” I wasn’t even sure he heard me I dicho it so low. Suddenly, my body couldn’t take the pain. There was a buzzing in my ears, a pounding in my head, and spots in my vision. It was then the darkness swallowed me whole.

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What I want

posted by Lolo-star20

If I'm a reason to leave
I don't talk about this on a sheet
I want to everybody see
What tu do of me

I'm become a princess
with a knight who not fearless
I want to watch a cloudless sky
because my corazón and my eyes cry

Chorus
It is what I want
It is what I need
And never other thing
that the amor which I want

The only thing I know
It's I'm better when tu are
Near to me, did tu know?
And I want that tu are

Chorus

It's like
I have a cuchillo in my back
It's like
I don't can stay in the black
Without what I want
Without what I need

Chorus x3

You're all I want
I'll be what tu need
And ever other thing
If it's what tu want

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Wanting Someone - Chapter Twenty One

posted by Lindy52

Chapter Twenty One

Michael stared at his wife and then, to the stranger standing siguiente to Mac before heading back to Jamie and asked her a question, “Jamie, what was going around here?”

Shocked of seeing her husband here instead of later, Jamie put Izzie down and watching the little girl running off to her father and started tugging Michael’s sleeve to tell him that she want him to pick her in his arms right away, Jamie stared at her husband picking Izzie up and holding her into his arms while asking him, “Michael, why are tu here this early?”

Staring at his wife’s face and while holding...

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On Confidence

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Source: Quote por Steven Pressfield

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Modern Times

posted by ZekiYuro

Probably the most famous film commenting on the twentieth-century technology is Modern Times,made in 1936.Charlie Chaplin was motivated to make the film por a reporter who,while interviewing him,happened to describe the working conditions in industrial Detroit.Chaplin was told that healthy young farm boys were lured to the city to work on automotive assembly lines.Within 4 o 5 years,these young men's health was destroyed por the stress of work in the factories.
The film opens with a shot of a mass of oveja making their way down a crowded ramp.
Abruptly,the film shifts to a scene of factory workers...

Cold Without tu (song)

posted by hgfan5602

It's cold in this room
Without your warmth for me
Hard to say the truth
Can I say it now....
I amor tu

Am I so ashamed
To amor you?
Oh no I'm not....
And I feel your warmth upon me
Everyday

CHORUS
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I will still amor tu everyday of my life
Ever since
I came on your watch
And every minuto of my life

I will still amor tu every segundo today
Cherishing all the moments that we had
Together

And I will bring every moment I've had
Together, with tu
I will still amor tu everyday of my life
And no one will
Keep me away from tu
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It's so cold here...

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Forsaken

posted by Kimi4312

Chapter One:Broken Hearted Boy,
In a small town texas, two twin girls named Hayley and Hayden lived with their grandparents for all their life since they were born, Hayden has long dark brown hair with red steaks and beautiful brown eyes and glowing skin, Hayley has short light brown hair and brown eyes and she look identical to Hayden as twin, they also live with their anut Alice who has blonde hair and hazel brown eyes and tan skin, the twins went to school one day, Hayley notices her twin looked so sleepy and had no sleep "are tu okay?" Hayley ask Hayden "no I just had a bad dream last night"...

A Studio Executive Told Me The Beetlejuice Script Would Ruin My Career por Larry Wilson

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A Studio Executive Told Me The Beetlejuice Script Would Ruin My Career por Larry Wilson via FilmCourage.com.

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weird pencils

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my story. PLEEEEEEESE READ THIS!!!!!!!

posted by ryofangirl

CHAPTER 1

I opened my light blue eyes to buttery sunshine flooding through my window; no surprise despite the fact it was December 7. I live in Atlanta, Georgia, an always warm, always sunny place. The trees were always a brilliant green, the air always warm, and clouds rarely blocked the sky.
I detested it. Nothing against Atlanta itself, it was just too green, too bright, too hot. . . The air was thick and the humidity was high, and the unforgiving sun constantly beat down on my forehead. Maybe it's just me, but I fail to understand how anyone could possibly live in a place with even this...