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posted by ejenk1025
Chapter 3

So. It's the weekend and I have nothing to do. Im still stuck on why Lucas didn't kiss me. Is there something wrong with me? (Laughs) Who am I kidding? I'm Brooke Davis. Nothing's wrong with me. EXCEPT LUCAS WONT kiss ME! To dramatic? Yeah... I know. Anyway, I guess i'll go to Peyton's house. Hang out there o something.

"Hey." dicho Peyton
"Hey."
"I'm glad tu came over. I was bored as hell." dicho Peyton
"Where's Nathan?
"In his room. Playing wideo games with one of his friends I guess." dicho Peyton

As I walk into Nathan's room to say "Hi" I notice the most shockingly thing ever!

"Lucas?"
"Hey Brooke." dicho Lucas
"Hey." dicho Nathan
"What's going on in here?" asked Peyton, "O wow."

Peyton decides to laugh at the whole situation. I don't see anything funny. I'm like feeling kind of...... icky.


I decide to go to Karen's Cafe to see if Haley could help me with Lucas.

"Welcome to Karen's Cafe." dicho Haley lectura a notepad
"It's me. Brooke?"
"Oh, im sorry. I wasn't paying attention. Trying to stick to the orders. Is there something I can help tu with?" asked Haley
"Umm.... maybe. I need some help with Lucas."
"What kind of help?" asked Haley
"I asked Lucas about the things he's into and he gave me nothing. All I know is that he likes rock música and reading."
"Lucas is a very interesting person he tu mostrar him he can be. If not then he's just.... boring." dicho Haley
"That's what I thought. So, I took him to a bar."
"Have tu done anything Lucas would enjoy?" asked Haley
"That's the thing, I don't know what he enjoys."
"Ok.. He loves rock music, reading, basketball, fixing things and helping." dicho Haley
"That's it?"
"Yep. Sorry if I couldn't help that much." dicho Haley


After I got some information out of Haley, I decided to do something Lucas might enjoy. My mom went to my aunt's for the night and will be back in the morning so I decided to decorate the house with all kinds of baloncesto stuff. I borrowed rock música from Peyton. I got her to draw some baloncesto players and I even read a baloncesto sports section. There's no way I won't get my kiss now. So, I called Lucas about a hora hace and he should be here... (doorbell) now.

"Hey." dicho Lucas
"Hey. I'm glad tu decided to come."
"No problem. This looks great. I didn't know tu were into all of this stuff." dicho Lucas
"I'm not but I figured we could do something tu like. Meaning rock música and basketball. Sorry, but the lectura thing wasn't working."
"Thanks Brooke. It means alot that tu did this." dicho Lucas
"So... what would tu like to do?"
"Well.... we could sit here and tu tell me about you." dicho Lucas
"Ok. What would tu like to know?"
"What do tu like? What do tu like to do? Your favorites?" asked Lucas
"I like to diseño clothing and dance around like a monkey. My favorito! comida is.... McDonald's. My favorito! color is violet. My favorito! movie is.... The Hitcher. (Sophia arbusto, bush played in The Hitcher) And I like you." dicho Brooke
"I like tu too." dicho Lucas
"You gonna tell me o mostrar me?"
"What do tu mean?" asked Lucas
"Damn it, Lucas. Do tu not find me attractive."
"What are tu talking about?" asked Lucas
"I want tu to kiss me. Don't tu get it. All the flirty talk. Are tu really that stupid?"
"I didn't want to kiss tu until I knew where this was going. I was gonna kiss tu Brooke." dicho Lucas
"UGH!! I feel so stupid. I'm sorry."
"It's ok. Come here." dicho Lucas then he kisses me

Finally!!! It was so amazing. I felt like I was gonna melt. I'm on nube nine. Before I knew it... it was morning!

"Hey." dicho Lucas
"Huh? It's morning?"
"Yeah." dicho Lucas
"Oh my God. tu gotta go."
"What? Why?" asked Lucas
"My mom will be back any minute."
"Ok. I'll see tu later?" asked Lucas
"Yeah. Bye." I dicho pushing him out of my bedroom


So, After all of that. I went to tell Peyton about the night we had.

"You did what?" asked Peyton
"I slept with Lucas."
"I thought all tu wanted was a kiss." dicho Peyton
"It was and I got the kiss but the kiss went to far. I didn't want to sleep with him. At least not then."
"Ok. How did he seem?" asked Peyton
"He seemed fine. Like he didn't care we slept together."
"Did tu guys talk about it?" asked Peyton
"No."

After me and Peyton's conversation, I went to find Lucas at the cafe to talk about the little night we shared. No, I don't regret it. I enjoyed it but I just wanna make sure it doesn't change anything. At least not entirely.

"Hey. Can we talk?"
"Sure. What's the problem?" asked Lucas
"I just wanted to make sure that we're still the way we were."
"What do tu mean?" asked Lucas
"I don't want tu to see me as a whore o a sexy woman. I want tu to see me as tu did before and I want us to do the things we did before. We can do that but I don't want that to change how we were."
"I understand but I already did see tu as a sexy woman." dicho Lucas then we both began to laugh
"Thanks for understanding."
"No problem." dicho Lucas
posted by T-lover
what I'm escritura isn't exactly an articulo , but I hope tu will enjoy it ^_^ ..

Girl; Do I ever cruzar, cruz you'r mind ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Do tu like me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Do tu want me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Would tu cry if I left ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Would tu live for me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Would tu do anything for me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Choose me o you'r life ?
Boy; My life .

The girl runs away in shock and pain and the boy runs after her and says ....

*The reason tu never cruzar, cruz my mind is because tu are always on my mind .
*The reason why I don't like tu is because I amor tu .
*The reason I don't want tu is because I need tu .
*The reason I wouldn't cry if tu left is because I would die if tu left .
*The reason I wouldn't live for tu is because I would die for tu .
*The reason why I'm not willing to do tu anything for tu is because I would do everything for tu .
*The reason I chose my life is because tu are my life .
posted by Bella_Swan3
Taylor had never shadow-walked with no destination in mind. Shadow walking was something she was slightly afraid to do. It made her feel unbalanced, as if she had been dado too much control. Like standing on the edge of a cliff, the wind pushing tu to jump, and some part of tu secretly wanting to succumb to it's persuasive power.

She opened her eyes to the flat, glassy expanse of water in front of her. The tiny sliver of the moon was distorted por the waves.

Granted, shadow walking allowed her to appear wherever she wanted, but to her, it also served as a constant reminder that she was not...
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slowly climbing

inch por inch

bringing me closer

to my doom

mariposas of

anticipation

flutter nervously

in my stomach

knuckles whiten

jaws clench

what have I

gotten myself into

the suspense

is killing me

I'm going to hate it

I'm going to amor it

I might lose my lunch

but I don't care

heaven help me

here it comes...

...

I hold my breath...

...

and then
I scream
my stomach
drops
my breath
is stolen
my heart
is pounding
adrenaline
courses
through
my veins
amid screams
of sweet terror
I fling up
my hands
and ride on
the wings
of Thrill!
posted by gossipgirlxoxo
I walked in and saw Dawn and Thor. I walked over and gave them both a look. “Where are mom and dad” I asked looking around the house. Dawn smile. “Still in Australia” I looked at Dawn with a confused smile. “Well then what’s going on” I asked. I was angry at Thor and Dawn and not because of Liz o that mom and dad were still in Australia, but because they weren’t telling me anything. “Well?” I asked. Thor looked at me but he didn’t smile he just stared at me. “We were told to go home, we don’t know anything” he dicho in a almeja voice. I heard a bang, I turned and saw...
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posted by CheeryDavis
Hi, so this is my first story put on here! It's in poem style so i thought what the heno, hay i'll post it! so here it is:

the sky turns black and gray
all the color withers away
but in your arms i will stay
come what may

the lights could dim
the sky could fall
the world could stand still
but your arms are all i can feel
and in them i will stay
come what may

the waves come crashing
pulling me into the deep
but your arms are all i can feel washing over me
and as tu pull me up and hold me close
i know that tu will never let go
in your arms i will stay come what may

the sky shines bright for the first time is...
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posted by iluvtheshow
I remember the día I fell in love.
Not just simple love.
No, this was head over heels, I'd die for tu love.
I remember where I fell in love.
A small middle school in a small town.
A place tu could easily miss.
I remember the my matchmaker.
A short women, but with más fuego then tu could ever imagine.
más passion for what she does then I had ever seen.
I remember my girlfriends who were with me.
My athletic, sassy, fun-loving chicks.
My flirting consultants.
I remember him.
Good God, he was beautiful.
Yes, I remember the día I fell in love.
True Love.
Head over heels love.
With..................
Basketball.

--------------------------------
This is dedicated to my first real baloncesto coach. She taught me not just how to play basketball, but how to be part of a team. I have so much respect for her and I know I should thank her everyday for helping me fall in love. For Coach Joy.
posted by CullensFinest13
tu hurt me I hope tu die I cant belive I trusted tu I cant belive I loved tu I cant belive I stayed up and worried that tu wouldnt call. I cant belive that i loved tu i trusted tu and cared for you. im tired of tu its time i let tu go but your always there tu wont leave me alone...its time for tu to leave so never come back walk out of my life i am going to lock my door and never let tu back in stay out so i can be happy tu need tu need to die let me live my own life tu shouldnt be controlling me anymore im not property im a human and i dont belong to the likes of you, tu were...
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posted by vampiress015
I presuming we all joined this spot 'cos we amor to write, right? If so then tu all know what I'm talking about when I say that we all amor our main characters and sometimes want to make them the best people in the world.

B-O-R-I-N-G

Yes, we want to make our main character gets the best out of the story, since it's their story. But if they're the best people in the world it doesn't really make them believable and then the reader just doesn't care about them (which is hard to understand cos we as the writer amor em, but unfortunantley it's true)

So here is my step-by-step guide to make sure that...
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posted by Sweet_Pants
Just a poem. I hope it isn't much of a bother to rate.

I dream of all things

Uncertain of dark deeds and pasts

Within these thoughts as dark as sea

When once those wings of black

Hung over all

Shadowing but of the wretched white

That blinds me of all beauty.

I dream of all things

From happiness to highs

Let down these pills

o I’m gone, retreat inside my mind

Where none but the darkest thoughts

Swallowing twilight

I dream of all things

From the stories told por hidden scars

Unable to mostrar themselves

Under this intense scrutiny

That makes up this world’s attire

To the times that I could be happy

Without a drug to create

The much-needed illusion...


I dream of all things
No matter of their contents
Because, well,
Nightmares are still dreams.
posted by mrs-mindfreak
I decided to do a story where I put my iPod on shuffle and start writing. Lucky for me, all the songs were basically sad o angry music. So this is what I came up with :)

The rain pattered on the windows drowsily, drowning out Alana’s choking sobs. She sat in her favorito! wooden rocker, and buried her face in her hands miserably. Her black hair clung to her sweaty face. Her clammy palms were wet from tears. She never wanted to mover from that spot again. Although she was filled with irrevocable remorse, she felt comfortable there. No one in the house, rain falling softly outside, and just...
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‘You shouldn't have shot the dog.’ That single thought reverberated inside my head, knocking from side to side, smashing at the sides of my skull until I had to put my hands to my temples in a futile attempt to stop the pain. The man sitting siguiente to me took a swig of his whiskey, the glass bottle knocking against his yellowed and rotten teeth. His other hand held onto the steering wheel, maneuvering the car down the winding and deserted stretch of highway. I leaned my head against the cool glass of the passenger side window, willing my head to stop pounding. From the radio, the soft strains...
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 The Writer Behind the Words
The Writer Behind the Words
Luck has little to do with link. A long lasting escritura career doesn’t just happen. A writer can burst onto the scene and quickly disappear. Another can have a series of hits then write a bunch of flops and never be heard from again. The difference between a long lasting career and one that burns out is strategy. Here are seven rules to help tu find the right strategy for tu and get tu started on your journey to long lasting success.

Learn the power of focus. For most of us, we have más than enough to do on a daily basis. And when it comes to any escritura project the lista can grow exponentially-...
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The fragrance of scotch pine and blue picea, abeto de is pungent in the air, amplified por the heat of late June. o so tu think it is June. This place feels oddly void of time. tu open your eyes to see a sun hazed over por stratus clouds. From all angles tu spy familiar wooden structures.
You are back.

You sit up with your legs tucked under your bottom and bask in the estival air and all of the scents that waft within it. tu furrow your brows, thinking that it is not as clean as before. Even so, the place hums with earthy energy. A stronger gust of wind picks up the hem of your camisa, camiseta and flutters...
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posted by Epismatic
The Man With No Eyes Collection (3): Mask




When the curtain rises, all is forgiven.

I’ll brush it all off with a movie-star smile,

A genuine laugh, but my eyes must be hidden,

The truth they contain is considered too vile.

My voice is a song that will play through your ears,

And invite tu to dance to the sound of my tune,

I take a bow, deeply, and drink in your cheers,

I’ll always remain here,

You’ll come see me soon.

A new día is dawning,

“Quick, put on your mask!”

And hurry outside, meet the crowd.

“Where’ve tu been?”

With fanciful respuestas to all that tu ask,

I’ll always wait here for...
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posted by WritingBookWorm
So, one of my New’s Years Resolutions this año it to write more. So, I decided to make this:

The goal is to write something every day.

Starting on the 31st of January, every día there is a vague word, idea, object, question, statement o anything. tu can take it anyway tu want.

Then each día tu should write what it tells tu too o something inspired por it. Whether it be a poem, a small scene, a character description, journal entry, short story o even just one really well crafted sentence.

Even if the prompt confuses you, o tu have no ideas just write something! It’s a great exercise...
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This guide was inspired por a pregunta recently publicado por link on this spot. The user was looking for ways to put a twist on fairytales. I began to write an answer, but my answer soon developed into an article. So here it is.

Note that these aren't specifically for fairytales; they can be used on any old, well-known stories. After listing some ideas on how tu can put a twist on such stories, I'll give a few examples of cine that have done used one o más of these ideas.

1. Swap the genders of the traditional characters.
Do any of the characters behave especially "typical" for their gender?...
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posted by floraisbest1
Ms. Farogonda asked for the winx to come down to her office. when the winx reached ms. farogonda's office she told them that diana wants to speak wth one of you. she didnt tell me who but she told me to pick two extras. ms. farogonda can i go, bloom asked her. flora will be going along with musa and aisha ms farogonda told them. hmph bloom pouted, can we at least go with them bloom dicho quikly. fine all of tu girls can go and im bringing the specialist. ok stella dicho in a sing song voice. lets go dicho the winx. they met the RF boys outside and went in the owl. winx: WINX BELIEVIX
AT THE amazonas, amazon
flora: let's get going
aisha: see ya winx
bloom: meet back here in an hora k
ok bloom musa said
( diana appears in front of them)
GUARDS take them away
what??!
(to be continued)
posted by LunaNotLoony
Anna flicked the T.V from channel to channel, bored: there was nothing worth watching. Sighing, she left the news on and flopped back on the sofa, not really intending to listen.
'The war in Iraq-.'
'Oh no, tu don't,' Anna muttered, grabbing the remote. Her Dad had joined the army after her Mum had died of an overdose. Anna didn't really blame him, she'd have got out of the house as fast as possible too if she was an adult. The whole house was contaminated with the memories of Mum, of her laugh, of her accident... suicide... whatever it was. Even so, Anna missed Dad like it was painful. She'd...
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posted by Ichigo127
An Amuto one-shot
hope tu enjoy!

‘You know, Amu…,’ he was sitting there again, on the ledge of the window, staring wistfully outside. ‘All of them think you’re gone. But I know better. tu are alive, I know it. Somewhere out there, you’re thinking about me too, aren’t you?’
He was talking again, talking to the moon. ‘You’ll never admit it but tu have already fallen for me,’ he smirked at the moon. No, not the moon. It was Amu’s blushing face that he saw and it was her voice that he heard, ‘Shut up!’ he didn’t know it was the echo of his memories because he thought...
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A shadowy figure silently brushed the silken curtains aside as she slipped through the open window and stepped into the dark chamber. Passing a small mesa, tabla and a bed, the zorro, fox quickly headed towards a cabinet that stood against the far wall.
Beaded necklaces hung above a oval mirror that was set in the center. Her eyes rested on a miniature strongbox half hidden behind the mirror.
Paying no heed to the deafening clatter coming from the oblivious guest downstairs, she skillfully picked the tiny lock and raised the lid. It was hard to tell what was what in the darkness, so she emptied it into...
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