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posted by EvanlovesAzula
 Carey Mulligan <3
Carey Mulligan <3
The Great Gatsby por F. Scott Fitzgerald.
If tu saw the movie, believe me tu need to read it for a real experience.

If tu haven't read it, make sure tu do before your time comes. If tu have, then tu know why I think it's the single greatest novel I've ever read. The symbolism and the colorful descripción Fitzgerald employs are like the writings of God..no joke.

For example:
"The wind had blown off, leaving a loud, bright night, with wings beating in the trees and a persistent organ sound as the full bellows of the earth blew the frogs full of life." (pg 20)

"The lights grow brighter as the earth lurches away from the sun, and now the orchestra is playing yellow cóctel, coctel music, and the opera of voices pitches a key higher. Laughter is easier minuto por minute, spilled with prodigality, tipped out at a cheerful word. The groups change más swiftly, swell with new arrivals, dissolve and form in the same breath; already there were wanderers, confident girls who weave here and there among the stouter and más stable, become for a sharp, joyous moment the center of a group, and then, excited with triumph, glide on through the sea-change of faces and voices and color under the constantly changing light. (pg. 21)

That's just the small taste, tu guys really got to read this. And if you're a raging romantic like me, this is definitely a novel for you. It's an oddly tragic spin on a lifestyle that seems to be anything but tragic, beautifully written and always good every time tu read it.

If tu don't like really frothy romantic stuff, though, tu can still enjoy the excellent escritura and the interesting plot dynamic. :)

Btw, I suffer from a raging crush on Carey Mulligan after seeing the film XD....

;) Read it!
posted by mars15
I hate when tu walk away from me
because I'm always scared that tu won't be come back
I hate every time i see you
because i always melt like ice scream on sun
I hate every time when I'm not seeing you
because i always think where are you
I hate that you're always in my head
because i can't think about anything else but you
I hate when tu don't talk with me
because i always think that i did something wrong
I hate that i always try to impress you
but it's like tu don't see that
I hate every time tu touch me instinctively
because tu always make me want to hold you,to kiss you
I hate every time tu talk...
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posted by FalliNgSparks
Here I spread the colores of my life

They sound like a tune of fife


They always closed me in a dark room

I put on my headphones, enjoyed & played the boom


It's so boring to just see the sky

Today I decided I'll go and fly


Eveyones mind is full of depressions

But mine is full of imaginations


I changed the dark night into shining sequins

And the heap into beautiful fragrance


I don't want tu to make my hair a mess

Cause I'm wearing the tiara to be a princess


My passion, my obsession, my desire

Don't interfere in between o I'll blow tu up with flames of fire
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posted by e2mma2weasle3
If You're escritura Fiction

1.Figure out what tu want to write about o what type of book tu want to write. For some people, ideas come naturally, but for others, it's a difficult step. If you’re having trouble, figure out what kind of libros tu like. Do tu read a lot of Stephen King? Write a horror book. Have tu been hooked on Eoin Colfer ever since the segundo grade? Write a story about elves and technology. If tu try to write a book that tu would enjoy reading, escritura it will be más fun and easy.

2. Know the elements of a good novel.

-The setting. The setting of a story is its time...
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posted by twilight-rocks9
sorry it's so long let me know if tu like it



We’re finally out of the house and coughing I looked at my ivory skin marked with ashes I looked at jose same thing. “jose do tu have the money and your clothes?” I ask “yes do tu have the comida and your clothes?” my little brother asked I can explain the bags we wanted to run away because our parents were splitting up.“Of course oh my goodness look at Domingos’ house” I say. It is also on fuego we see one person stumble out “jose we need to see who that is.” I say. He already was running to see who it is. “Thank goodness we...
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posted by coriann
Chap 1
They say the woods had magical powers, o that there were creatures possessing the woods that caused strange things to happen in the neighboring town. But myths may be able to fool the 19th century, maybe even the 20th century, but the 21st century? You’ve got to be kidding me. With the kind of first class technology that can map out entire areas through every nook and cranny, and that can create a program that can entangle the entire world in its web. The 21st century was 1st class, un-gullible and not easily fooled, too wrapped up in our own little bubble of a world that we created...
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posted by dragonwriter
I wake up. It's early in the morning. A cool wind blows por my face whispering sounds i don't understand. I look up at the sky and notice that it is a light blue color and it makes me feel that there is no problems in the world. Looking around i get a different story.

Blood everywhere. Bodies over bodies and not a living soul in sight. Who could have done this? My head starts to spin and my vision is going blurry. A creature appears from the wind that was flying por my head earlier.

This creature starts walking torwards me speaking in a language that I have never heard before. I go to reach for my gun and find a giant hole in my right leg. It continues to get closer and closer and is staring at me as if to be a hunter and I am it's prey.

Knowing that this is the end I look up at the sky. Beginning to close my eyes the last of my sights are focused ont he Blue Skys.
posted by viju
 Shining down in eyes....
Shining down in eyes....
Do tu ever feel?
Like a melba toast
Breaking into pieces
With no way from sea to coast
Do tu ever feel
That you’re so ignorable
But inside do tu know
You’re inescapable
Do tu ever feel like
You’re under pressure
But inside you’re corazón
There’s an aggression.

You need to hear
Mellifluous voice in your mind
And than

(Chorus)
Run like a Meteor
Through the sky
Through the space
Shining down in our eyes
Run like a Meteor
Piercing the wind
With lightening speed
Shining down in everybody’s eyes

(Verse – II)
Do tu ever feel like
You’re so irresistible
But really tu are
So capable
Do tu ever feel
That...
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posted by lucius_malloy
Under the surface of the ever-moving ocean, it is calm.
There are hardly any sounds bouncing about the vast space, and the ones that are have been muted, many times over. The roaring of a ship’s engines, mighty as a lion, is only a faint humming sound, más felt than heard as it vibrates its way through your body.
You’re floating, floating in a mass of blue. The only thing tu can see is blue, blue, and blue – different shades, some lighter than others, some dark as a winter night in the North, but blue nonetheless. Now that tu think about it, it’s slightly disturbing – oppressive,...
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posted by dragonwriter
Sky turns black. Memory fades. through all of this tragedy fate has taken my memories from me. No other thoughts. corazón pounding. Blood racing. No más time for thinking. Think quick and on my feet o death will surely get its grasp on me. As my enemy approaches i draw my sword. Once the tip of the blade is out of the sheath i hear it hit the ground as i feel a warm liquid pouring out of my open chest as blood gushes out of the wound. As i struggle to take my last breath i wake up screaming relieved that it was just a DREAM.
posted by MissMuffin38
It was just another day. The sun was shining, the birds were singing, and everyone was doing what they normally do. It was the start of the summer of 1939. In the middle of a war. It was seguro here, most of the time. Everyone carried on like they always did, selling frutas on the market stalls, children drooling at the millions of different sweets on the shelves above them, and then running around, playing airplanes. Amongst all this was a house, with a family, that lived happily. Almost.

This family were the Nicholson family. They lived together in a big, fancy house, but not too fancy. The...
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posted by Thalia_huntress
plz tell me if tu like it and if i should write more




2....1 ready o not here i come" i say. i hear my friend Annabel giggle. i go behind a árbol "found you" i said. "lunette!! Annabel!!" the owner of the orphanage called us. she was the most amargo, amargos woman ever all because her husban died in the war. we sraitened out o dresses. "coming miss belle." we dicho in harmony. we rushed from the yard. "yes miss belle?" i said. "it's time for us to see if anybody wants tu brats now change into the nice dress we gave." she said. "ok miss" annabel said. miss belle didn't know but every one made fun of...
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