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posted by HarryPLover
 Those words pierced me like thorns on a rose.
Those words pierced me like thorns on a rose.
"Happy Anniversary." His smile was absolutely priceless. I had to laugh just a little at his nervous grin. I knew the that it had been a mes since we had gotten together but I don't think he exactly remembers whether that día was today....or yesterday. I wanted to make me sweat it out. But he was right, it was today. I gotta admit that I was kinda surprised that he even remembered.
"Aww, tu remembered." I saw the nervous grin turn to relief. He earned a kiss.
"Of, course I remembered." I still wanted to make him sweat though. I couldn't resist.
"What happened to the whole " I don't remember things easily."?" I tried to impersonate his some-what deep voice that made me melt every time I heard it. But, to my disappointment he didn't seem moved por what I said. It was as if he knew I was gonna say that and he prepared a line for it.
"I remember all the important things Jaz.You are important to me." He gave me a warm smile but I knew por his eyes that he had been just waiting to burn me with that line. It was a good line I gotta admit, I just wish i would have came up with it first.
He knew I had nothing to parte superior, arriba that so I just looked up at his breath taking face and smiled. Matthew knew he had won but he wasn't about to rub it in my face. At least I hoped he wouldn't.
He gave me a quick kiss on my forehead and then took my hand and walked me out the door. He opened the car door for me and waited til i got in and insisted that he close the door. I was being kind of a kiss-up today. I know it is our one-month anniversary and he wants to make it special and all but...I really don't care for all of this.
Matthew was taking me ice skating today with Alley, Henex(I know call name right), And Bradly. I couldn't think of a better day. My three best friends and my wonderful boyfriend all on ice. Haha.
When he got to the rink poor Henex looked like a Popsicle. He was shortest one out of all of us and I didn
t know whether to laugh my butt off at how ridiculous he looked o just ...well there was no other option now was there? Ha. Poor, poor Henex.
Bradly on the other hand was tall but maybe a few inches short than Matt and I. He was indeed pretty toned. Maybe a six pack. I tectonically didn't know because I had never seen Bradly without a shirt(and I want to keep it that way), I only heard his countless brags about them. Matt told me they weren't as great as he says they are but then again he just might be kinda jealous. So I don't know but judging from the rest muscles on his body I didn't doubt he had a few more.
Alley was your average really, really skinny girl but with a fat girl appetite. Unfortunately, she could pretty much eat whatever she wanted and it wouldn't really affect her. For Alley she was quite if she didn't know tu but the loudest in the group if tu did know her. The five of us together were known to get into some trouble. Nothing law biding but definitely some classic mall pranks that Avril Lavigne would be satisfied with.
"G-g-g-g-guyssss. Im freezing. Can we just patinar, skate and get this over with?" So maybe Henex was a little tense, aww, but he'll be alright. Nothing could ruin this day; nothing.
We skated a good two hours' taking as many pictures as we could. I fell a few times but Matt was always there to help me back up, but when Matthew fell, umm...it was a little harder to pick him up. He definitely isn't fat o anything. But he has muscle so that is obviously harder to pick up than my chunkie-ness. We settled at the comida court after, Henex finally warming up with some hot chocolate. I was pretty happy about hpw the día was going so far. I couldn't get any better. Unfortunately......it really couldn't get any better than the past three and half hours.
The five of us were still sitting at he comida court table. I was leaning in to kiss Matthew when an unexpected person comes in the picture. A person who aren't always delighted to see at a time like this....your ex.!
"Jazzy,Jazzy,Jazzy." Oh crap was all that was going through my head.
"Hey Joey." My voice kept out a little más cheerful than I had anticipated and Matthew did not like that!
"What? No hug?" Joey was doing it on purpose to piss Matt off. I slowly got up and gave Joey and little hug. I didn't want to be rude. But I couldn't look at the Matt after that. I didn't have the right to.
"You look good Jaz. Maybe I'll see tu around." Joey winked at me! He actually did that in front of Matt like that! Joey walked away like nothing had happened and nobody dicho anything after he left. I could not even look towards Matt's direction.
I had to break the silence though, I didn't know he was mad at me o Joey. I finally looked at him. He did not look at me. he just had his head down staring the clean table. I grabbed for his hand he quickly moved it.
"Leave me alone Jaz." Those words pierced me like thorns on a rose. I knew this día could not end well.
Bane’s POV

I laid in the grass, watching the clouds. I was beginning to dose off, right before sleep took me, a body pounced on me. I groaned, and looked up. A shaggy haired boy was sitting on my chest, giggling. My best friend, Christian.
    “Get off!” I yelled rolling over. He slid off me.
    “Party pooper,” Christian stuck his tongue out at me. He was so childlike, but that was something I had always loved about him. That’s also why we got along so well. He was hyperactive and loud, while I was cynical and quite.
    I...
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posted by Hades223
CHAPTER 1


Jason Card sat at his escritorio in his science classroom bored out of his mind. He hated science. It was his least favorito! subject. Mainly because it was the last subject of the día and por that time Jason was usually ready to go home.
Mr. Form droned on and on about chemicals o something. Jason didn’t listen. He just sat at his escritorio and drew on some paper. He was a very good drawer.
Jason Card was a fourteen año old as of yesterday. His black messy hair never gave in to a brush which usually meant it was mangled and messy and went down to his ears. He was wearing a simple red t-shirt...
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posted by cullens-rule
Chapter 4 Tom

“it would be easier if tu knew, but I will try to explain, as well as I can, tu know my name is Tom but my segundo name is Cullen”
I interrupted him now
“Tom Cullen? Sounds old fashioned”
“It is, any way I’m just seventeen”
He looked away sheepishly like he was lying this made me curious would he really lie about his age.
“my real parents are dead now, they died of an illness I don’t really know much about them”
“I sorry that must be corazón braking”
He looked miserable he looked into my eyes and I could feel his pain, but he carried on
“I take after my father...
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posted by e2mma2weasle3
How to Add Emotion to a Story

1.    Understand palabras clave o Key Phrases. Key Phrases are phrases in a story that triggers the waterworks. They are sentences that make people cry. Such as, a pet dies. tu could write, "Goodbye, Old friend." A Key Phrase could also be an action. Such as, there are two pets. One pet dies. The other pet tries to sleep with the other one por cuddling up to the dead body.

2.    Add a lot of relationship between the one who dies and another character, whether that is a human o an animal.

3.    Add comedy to the...
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posted by sapherequeen
*Sigh* Okay, this is the first piece of escritura I will ever share with anyone. Rarely does the idea of a poem ever enter my dark mind. But tonight, just two minutos ago, this one came to me, and I had to...write...it...down...


I’m aching here
I’m bleeding there

Pain strikes within
My every move

And there’s
Nothing
I Can
Do
To Make It
Stop

The tears roll down my face
And freeze there quickly
And stay until the time comes
Where they are no longer frozen
And begin to stream down again

My hurt was bottled up
But someone broke the bottle
And now it’s
Everywhere
And there’s nothing
I Can
Do
To Heal Myself

I’m...
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“Look at them, trying to figure it out. Trying to work out why a pure-blood has come to their school, Antiworld, huh? This could be fun”. There was a young man sitting on the parte superior, arriba of a gargoyle wearing a white camisa, camiseta with a black capa over it. His eyes where a light green with a black cat eye stroke through it. As the man stood up tu saw that he had pitch black hair and his skin was white like paper. As tu closed in on the man’s face tu saw his eye drop a line of blood down his cheek, as if he was crying blood. The man looked up at the sun covering his face with his hand, he closed his...
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hola guys! I just wrote this poem. I haven't written a poem in quite a while, maybe a year, and this one's an attempt to get back on the poem escritura path. Well hope tu like it, and please, if possible, add a comentario saying what tu think.

Me and Those

Ever noticed that in this life
Everyone wants tu to do something,
o be something
That sometimes tu don’t want to be?

They are those!
tu know them!
tu probably have those in your house.
They are those who expect tu to take a path,
Even though,
Sometimes,
tu don’t want to take.

They are those who expect tu to be great,
Even though,
Sometimes,
tu prefer to be small and humble.

But do tu think,
For the slightest second,
That they care about that?
They don’t!

They are your parents,
Your grandparents,
Your Uncles and aunts,
That since tu were born,
Came up with a path for tu in life.

But know this,
And say it to yourself:
They are those, they matter,
But me is I,
And I’m the main character.
posted by BellaSwan636
Serena

She screams every time a police officer o strange nurse touches her. She refuses to hear them out. So, until further notice, she is staying in my apartment.

I glance at the clock in the waiting room. It's past midnight. Wow. Jamie and Ashleigh are asleep on a small green couch, with a receiving blanket draped over them. I pick them both up, since Kayla and I are free to leave, and we all walk outside to my car. Kayla opens the back door, and while I'm strapping the two little girls in, I signal for her to get in on the passenger side.

She's a broken person. tu only need to look at her...
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posted by livethislifeup
It's harder to forgive than to forget,
vice-versa, either way, it's still a threat,
time passes, memory flashes,
you're rememberin'
thoughts are coming in
no way to escape it, its a no win.
drives tu insane, tu try to up your game,
tell yourself they'll regret it and they'll live in shame,
just cause they dragged your name,
across every damn lane,
and tu got hurt every time, yeah tu still in pain,
and it ain't the same, tu all tense around them,
and más anger do tu gain.
Deep down it's still hurtin' you
like every wound would,
it's like a throbbing cut
that keeps your eyes tight shut,
and tu sound out...
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posted by BellaSwan636
Serena

On Friday, Tia had picked me up to go shopping.

Tia was ecstatic; for what reason, I had no idea. Tia was like a hurricane, she jotted down my sizes on her hand and then took of through the store at a pace that should've set her path on fire.

"You look great in black, white, and blue," she muttered. I saved that for future reference; she obviously knew what she was doing. Plus I'd been told that each of those colours looked nice on me before.

She pulled me into a dressing room, pointed out which outfits to try out, and exited to let me change.

I pulled a scary-looking black cabestro, halter neck...
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posted by fanfly
 Artwork por me
Artwork by me
Who are tu to judge?
Sitting right where tu are
tu have no claim on me

I know my own path
I am my own guide
tu are nothing to me
No matter how tu try

What do tu care?
If I'm not doing it right
I'm not following you

I know my own path
I am my own guide
tu don't know me
No matter how tu try

Why are tu here?
tu know I don't want you
I told tu to leave me

I am my own path
I know my own guide
tu can't mold me
No matter how tu try





Why do I feel compelled to write angsty poetry? I swear I'm not even that angsty. lol Oh well, I hope someone out there enjoys it.
posted by Epismatic
A whisper in the cavern that goes unheard,

and a glimmer in the sky that stays unnoticed,

like the start of a brand new life, at the peak

of a mountain never scaled, lies in wait.

It can't be moved por any cosmic mover,

so no passing wind o fog will douse it.

Only your eyes can scratch out the image

o accept it, the light at the edge of your eyes.

Will tu take hold of the key you're offered?

Stop canto of freedom; seek it instead?

To become a companion of the new

takes an ever expanding, soaring gaze.

But even por taking one step forward,

por placing one hand onto the mountain,

as the wind tugs gently at your back,

tu will realize the cage has already been broken.
Your hair is long, wet, and wavy and clings to tu as tu rise from the lake. tu get the sense that the water should be clearer. tu don’t dwell on it though, distracted por your own hair. tu don’t remember it being so long. With every motion the string of beads and shells woven into your hair bobs gently with a clicking noise. tu don’t realize that tu are topless until your hair settles against your back. But tu are not ashamed, there is a sense of liberation, tu can better feel what the earth and the wind are telling tu this way. If tu could see behind you, tu would know that...
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posted by pLaStIcSUNDAE
It's gray. It's always been so gray.

The beating corazón that searched for what it believed to be a forever, only to be led astray.

The beating corazón full of warm belief,

Now an iceberg of amargo, amargos regret, the surface a shallow reflection of the depths that rest beneath.

The smiling mask distorts the image of the surface, betraying the eyes.

The rigid, cold structure reduced to a cube of ice.

A problem crippled and crumbled into "I'm fine."

If the eyes are windows to the soul, then these windows have been fogged and cracked.

If the eyes are the windows to the soul, then within these, behind the mist,...
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8 Elements Of The Nutshell Technique por Jill Chamberlain via FilmCourage.com.
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PART 1- LETS HAVE A RANT

Hi. So yeah, from the título I think you've gathered this story is about .... well let's just say a problematic 19 año old struggling to find a meaning in life.

If you're a typical "Caucasian" you'll never understand the things we "brown people" have to face. Over-protective parents are just the start. The kinds of people are totally different. The type of "cheats", "betrayers", "heart-breakers".

Being born in a place 2% of the people worldwide knew is just the start of a slightly difficult life. For now, lemme just summarize my life for you. I'm a 19 año old girl living...
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“Bow before oh bow before the Mistress of the Blade.”

She dances in shrouds of silk scarlet.

Heel over heel in spinning in time.

Fabric twisting ‘round her delicate ankles.

“Praise oh praise the Mistress of the Blade.”

The sword an extension of her graceful arm as she twirls it about in Mid-September air.

Crisp September air.

The blade slashes through leaves as they fall.

Hilt of oro adorned in ruby and diamond.

Gleaming and glistening as it slides from her grasp. Wailing through that oh so crisp Mid-September air.

“Watch in wonder oh watch the Mistress of the Blade.”

By night she finds...
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THIS IS VERY URGENT AND NOT A JOKE! ALSO DON'T GOOF OFF!!!!

I really mean it! What would tu be able to do if SOPA/TPP censors the internet? What would tu be able to do if escritura fanfics and drawing fanarts become illegal? What would tu do if it's illegal to do a cover of your favorito! song on YouTube? What would tu do if downloading things from the internet (music, movies, TV episodes, etc) became illegal? What would tu do if SOPA/TPP wins the war and takes away internet freedom? Net Neutrality is already dead so far, we can't risk the freedom of internet...
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posted by ilu_rayray
 Liyah (me)
Liyah (me)
Aliyah-Me(18)
Alexus(18)
Jasmine(18)
Prince(18)
Roc(18)
Ray(18)

My pov
Wassup im Aliyah but tu can call me liyah for short. I sing and im a backup dancer for mindless behavior with my two besties Alexus and Jasmine. I feel torn that prod left but ayyee Nobody knows this but i kinda like rayo, ray idk what it feels like to like someone bcus my dad always abused me and i never liked boys ever since but the past is gone and im living the life out in L.A.

Alexus pov
Hello im alexus but i perfer u call me lexi. I live with my sister jazmín and bestie liyah in L.A me and my sister been through alot our parents...
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November 5th 9,999,980 BC 6:01 A.M.
Mist wanders down a small deer trail through the woods. He pulls himself up onto a glistening árbol branch. He sees a small girl huddled on the ground. He jumps down and slowly approaches her.
He draws an arrow. The girl turns around.
'Who are you?' asks Mist.
'I am Amirell, daughter of Amerith,' she says. 'Now tell me, who are you?'
'I am Mist, son of Karellcia.' he says.
'I could help you,' says Amirell. 'I have comida and water. if we rationed it we would have enough.'
'I shall not need a woman's help,' says Mist. 'tis easy to find comida out here. If I killed...
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