escritura Article: Best of the Thrills: Chapter Two: Jake

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posted by hgfan5602

Jake Gartner here. For some reason, something kept those mutant serpents away from us. Chase Johnson, my friend, is over here with me at the biblioteca of Death. Yeah. Bad name for a library, if tu ask me. I would never have come here in the first place, had no one ever bothered me with a ransom note about my mother dying if I didn't go on this life-or-death journey. (Sorry, I have to speed the story up now. Chase says I'm getting all the attention.) So, what we found out at the library. Not much. All we found out was that mutant serpents tend to be very huge, have sharp teeth, and stay away from most humans. Which we found true at the battle, except for the fact that the mutant serpent attacked me, so, that would be partially true. It attacked me, no one else. Oh yeah, Chase too. I have a feeling that someone o something, maybe a magical spell, is protecting us. The librarian there, Mr. Ankersant, was telling us that the dead usually rise if the mutant serpent shows up. Great. That helps a lot. Chase is suggesting right now that we go back to the Gods' Sanctuary and take a break for the day. tu know, boost up our energy, get a good grip on tomorrow's events, get prepared for any life-consuming disasters, that sort of thing. I agreed, but not because I wanted a rest (well, I did, after my work is done), but because I wanted to work on the mutant serpent's information, privately. Not that I want to leave Chase out on anything, just that it feels better without him, and I work better and faster. Alright, I'll leave tonight for another chapter. Ciao for now.

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más Than This Ch. 19

posted by para-scence

I brought Hera and Desiree inicial the siguiente morning. Hera begged me not to tell Dad and Kara what really happened last night. For a moment, I considered just telling them the truth. At least they'd make sure it never happened again. But then I stopped. It was just one time, right?

"Only if tu promise to never do it again," I warned. She nodded quickly.

"I won't. I promise."

"Fine," I sighed. "Besides, I'm not the one you'll need to convince to keep her mouth shut." Both of us turned to Desiree. She smiled evilly.

"Please, Dezzie. Don't say anything. I'll get tu a My Little poni, pony if tu do, ok?"...

Bang Bang - He'll shoot me down [[Chapter 1]]

posted by HattersMadGirl

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Regen wusch die Gräue von guarida, den Fenstern und ließ sie über guarida, den Asphalt ergießen.
Klamm schien die Luft, die unter der Last des Nebels unangenehm warm war, einem Nebel, der die Stadt in ein Gewirr von Spinnweben und Unkenntlichkeit hüllte.
All das, und ein fortwährendes leises Gemurmel füllten guarida, den Hintergrund des Geschehens.
Im Mittelpunkt saß ein Mann, gebeugt, mit dem Rücken zur Fensterseite gedreht, auf einem feuchten Holzstuhl und ergab sich seiner introspektiven Wahrnehmung.
Obwohl er seinen Blick nicht hob, schien es ihm, als beobachte er die Menschenmassen,...

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más Than This Ch. 1

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...

Teachers Betrayal Ch.1

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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Nothing más Ch. 11

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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Nothing más Ch. 7

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...

Psychoanalysis: Chapter 34

posted by Insight357

We went back to Alexander’s apartment after getting Lucy. Xander and Lucy had been sitting on the couch. He was fussing at her for running off.
    “I can’t believe tu didn’t tell me where tu were going,” Xander’s lip curled up.
    “I didn’t think tu cared! tu aren’t my damned guardian!” Lucy spat back defensively.
    “Maybe not, but I care about tu Lucy. I amor you,” Xander looked down. My eyes were open wide, but I pretended like I wasn’t there.
    “I-I amor you, too,” Xander...

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Save Me Ch. 9

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...

Who Am I? Ch.1

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...

Psychoanalysis: Chapter 20

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....

Living in the City of the 1970's: Chapter 3

posted by StarWarsFan7

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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Unforgivable Ch. 4

posted by para-scence

About three months have passed, and text messages and calls have stopped. It made me feel sad, but at least I knew they had moved on. At least they weren't devoting their lives to worrying about me.

Then one día before work, I had drove to the edge of town to the grocery store. I had paid for all my things, I was leaving when I noticed a bulletin board. It was the ones where missing people were posted. One in particular caught my attention. It was a picture of me from a party, I was all smiles and waving at the camera. Missing: Kodi Hunter. Last seen: **/**/** Hair color: brown. Eye color: brown....

Rhinestones Chapter 5

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...

Rhinestones Chapter 1

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...

Blind: Chapter 4

posted by Insight357

After dinner, everyone scattered out in the Temple, and Elizabeth was going to go to her room. She walked out of the dining room and into the corridor. She didn’t know where to go so she decided to go left; she wandered around when she finally took a right. She opened up a door. Elizabeth peered inside; she saw Wyatt, Lucifer, and Xavier sitting around a giant, red pentagram in the center of the room. They did not hear the door open.
She watched them thoughtfully. Wyatt was the leader of the Temple. Therefore, he was doing most of the talking....

Caged

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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My First Attempt at Poetry-Trapped corazón

posted by xDark_Angelx

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. :/

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Would tu guys read this?

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. :)

The Hope Dies at Last

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...

The Ghost at Sariff Lake

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....