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posted by dbzfan5
CHAPTER 1* the deepest abyss* in the ocean in the deepest abyss were no sign of light could be found little particles started to come together forming a strange creature that had the head of a human but as pail as the skin on a grate Wight, a tiburón fin on its back, gills on the outer skin were its lungs are, arms of a praying mantis, six gel like tentacles on its back, with the body and legs of a human! Two of them were made one boy one girl they quickly swam to apuntalar, costa *CHAPTER 2 there’s más of us* we got up to apuntalar, costa and found a little island and swam to it finding más like us! Peek the...
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posted by Cinders
It has been dicho that those with no words often have the most to say.


New York City, circa 1992.

He was quiet, a secret sort of troubled, his hands buried deep into his pockets as he wandered the slums of a black city, a heavy shadow cast over the sky that was too dark for the stars to penetrate.

She was a bloodnut and she watched him from the shadows, her dead corazón rattling inside of her empty chest. She launched herself at him and latched onto his arm like a leech, beginning to beg, offering services in exchange for the substance she craved so much. Just a taste, she said, she promised that...
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This is just an excerpt, so it might be kinda confusing, but still, let me know please!

"    She was surrounded, there was no way to go, no where to turn. Circling around, trying to formulate a plan, a stab of pain coursed through her veins, bringing her to her knees. Another shot brought her a face-full of colorful carpet. Someone from behind tied her hands together in some unknown bindings and pinned her thrashing body to the ground with the help of a few others.
    “Check her.”
    That voice… where Have I heard it before?
    One...
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posted by inexplicable
The last time

The día was gray and it was raining outside. There were hardly any people seen on the streets, but I ran, soaked por the rain, down the street. I walked toward a house, but went unnoticed on the opposite side of the street. I looked up to the building and reminded me again at that time, to events to which I recalled many years later. It is in this house he lived not too long ago. Whether we were just friends, o maybe even más than that, I still do not know. I called me back the memory of an evening that was not even long ago. We were in his room and he played me on the paino before...
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posted by Theatre_Freak
Once upon a time there was a little place called the 13 colonies. In one of these colonies lived little old m,e Angelina, but there was something different. In my colony, everyone was the same; we all had animales grew crops and so on, but I was special. Originally, I lived in Paris, France with my mother and father. After my father died when I was just a baby, my mother noticed that I had a gift that only few had in our family. I was a Witch.
My mother feared for my safety and made a deal with her sister. Her sister was a specialist in the dark arts of magic. Mother didn't trust her, but she...
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posted by twilight-rocks9
“Hay” Byron said. “Hi”I dicho “um….can I talk to you? This is sort of important.” I waited for his answer. It seemed like forever. “Sure. What do tu want to talk about?” I didn’t know how to start. “Your sister. She’s being quite childish about this I mean she’s 15 I know I acted like a 5-year old when it doesn’t get what it wants. But this is just….well dumb-” he cut me off. “How is she being childish?!” he was very furious he looked like would explode. “Well… she only lets tu talk to me when she’s not here. We have to hide the notes from her. And…...
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posted by Anudie
Once upon a time, in a perfect world there stood a perfect rosado, rosa castillo guarded por a perfect number of perfect fluffy caballos and surrounded por a perfect muro of perfect rosado, rosa flowers.
In the perfect castillo there lived a perfect, perfect girl with a perfect life. Her perfect name was perfect: Serenity Lianna Honeyblossom Sweetytreat Sparkle magdalena Beauty Mary Sue.
She was always paid por authors to estrella in their libros and act like the perfect dream girl; aka a Mary Sue. She lived in Storyland, where all the ideal characters lived until they were picked for a story and then dropped back in after....
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posted by cute20k
Hi! I was escritura a novel a while back, but I got distracted. I have only written the first chapter. I feel as if I need better names for the characters. I believe I'm going to editar the first chapter a lot and bring in some other characters. For the main 2 characters I was thinking I would name them something foreign that has a meaning to do with love, to be a little cutesy. Also, título suggestions would help! If tu choose to follow the link below the female character's description, let me know if tu have any names for the 2 cheerleaders mentioned.

Edit: For 'Jo'/female I was looking up names...
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Courtesy of the cartoonist, Clangnuts
Ah, the dreaded cliché! The worst feedback a writer can get is, "Well, it sounds sort of cliché, doesn't it?"

All authors want to be original. If someone even mentions that a writer's work reminds them of someone else's, the writer tenses up. "No, no, no, I'm nothing like him," he says swiftly. "I've never even read him."

"Yeah, but it's kinda like him," the reader persists, believing she is giving a compliment rather than an insult. "He's incredible, tu should read him!"

The thing is-- it should be a compliment when a reader compares your work to...
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posted by Insight357
This is a story; my story. I am Damien Cole Demidov. My grandparents are full-blooded Russian. I am twenty-one years old, and I’ve been locked up in an asylum for four years.
    I have black hair about four inches from my shoulders. I am vampire pale. I have crystal blue eyes. I’m 5’9’’.
    I have met many a person in my time. Maybe you’ll meet some of the throughout the story.
    Anywho, I live in the U.S. now, shipped over with my mom when I was twelve. I live in New York City at the moment. My mom is back in Russia with my father, and grandparents.
    Now, let’s see what’s in store for us.
posted by EmzLovesCheryl
Life.


Life is what tu make it, a recipe that could either end in disaster, o turn out great.

Some people get an advantage, they start off with better ingredients. But at the end of the day, the person that worked the hardest, gets the best result, no matter how they started.

Never think that tu can't beat that person who has every ingredient ready-made, because they happen to have that start in life. If tu are dedicated to what tu do, then there's nothing to stop tu getting to that same stage. o above that stage. tu just have to be determined, talented at what it is tu want to do, and...
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