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DREAM(Random Writing)

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.

Life Goes On

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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i'm alone

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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Make Me Care About What tu Have To Say

posted by Cinders

And of course, the initial reaction to a título like this one is, "Well, why don't you make me care about what you're saying, first?"

So I'll cut straight to the chase: When submitting a short story, o even a poem for publication in a literary magazine, keep in mind that the editors receive hundreds of submissions a day, which means that they don't have time to read every last one of them. This is why it is incredibly important to hook them in your first few sentences, other than start slow and verbosely build up to why they should care. Therefore, this will be a succinct explanation of why...

How lectura methods have improved

posted by ZekiYuro

lectura to oneself is a modern activity which was almost unknown to the scholars of the classical and medieval worlds,while during the fifteenth century the term 'reading' undoubtedly meant lectura aloud.Only during the nineteenth century did silent lectura become commonplace.

One should be wary,however,of assuming that silent lectura came about simply because lectura aloud was a distraction to others.Examinations of factors related to the historical development of silent lectura have revealed that it became the usual mode of lectura for most adults mainly because the tasks themselves changed...

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Better Than That

posted by NormalcyIsDead

I’m sick and tired of it all
Run five laps, climb that wall
Ace that test, be happy everyday
25min. class lesson: due in two days

What’s wrong with you, Jordan?
Where are those ‘A’s tu were sporting?
Oh no, tu have a B, that just won’t do
Let me prod tu some more, ask some preguntas too

“You seem to be slipping.”
"Get to the front of the race!”
You’ll never get finished
At THAT jogging pace

Yoo-hoo, girl, get your head in the game!
Idiot, doing the wrong lesson, there goes your good name
To most other people, I’m starting to come off as lame
But to me it's al the same: Run faster, think...

Stay with me [short song]

posted by Lord_Anubis

Hope tu mates will like it =3
Feel free to comment

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I'm looking at the black ceiling, in this empty room I sit.
I'm leaning my back on cold muro where light of the sun can't reach me.
I don't have any peace, same pictures are repeating in my head.

The grey clouds rise above and I'm goin out for the rain.
Let the cold drops from the skies give me peace and break my sadness.
But even hard rain can't clear thoughts of you.

And feels like I'm falling in deep abyss, dark water swallowing me as I close my eyes and turn my head up to sky.
It's eating my mind, taking away my dreams.
Oh please pull me out, stay with me.

Today I'm not goin out, I'll reamin in the dark waiting for you.
I'll defy to all my desires cause I can't ask anymore from you.
I'll be canto only for tu my angel.
Oh please pull me out, stay with me.

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Is this a good idea??

posted by rebaj2010

I have this image in my head of a girl who spent the first 17 years of her life being loved. Loved por her parents, her brother and sister, and everyone in school. She doesn't know the meaning of hate. Then this mysterious guy come to her school. He doesn't say much and the only person he notices is her. But he is different then the other guys at her school he is too sexy to be real. They fall madly in amor but what she doesn't know is that he has been alive for the last 268 years. He is no vampire but something that can scare the helll out of you. And he has a immortal enemy, and that enemy is the boy who is filled with so much hate all the immortals call him...The deffinition of hate(his real name being Marcus) And the girl so finds out that Marcus will stop at nothing to take her away from him and mostrar her what it's like to be hated

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Notebook & Pencil

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Agent in Peril

posted by DMLIME

MI6 agent Scott Filbury waited quietly outside the office of the head of the department. He was not told why he had been summoned, but the agents usually weren’t. He sat still; the only movement were his eyes, darting to every corner of the blank hallway, trying to take in every detail of his surroundings as he had been trained to 6 years before. He was only 28 and had been recruited after saving 3 people in a burning building, mostrando a ‘desire for passion and justice’ as his perfil read.
He noticed a fly near the bright lamps that were imbedded in the ceiling. He knew that soon the...

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How dare you.

posted by madening_mahem

I only came to resolve a matter, nothing more.
But have tu no shame reporter, whose words can bring either joy o pity, have tu no shame?
You speak of him, a dearly departed lover of mine and a noble none the less whose actions have been all but harmful to this town, in vein as if he is just another commoner in the street, who sleep in the dirt and has no dignity.
Making a mockery of him though he died only yesterday, but what seems like only an hora to me, and then attempt to treat it with sarcasm.
How dare you. How dare you.
Try not to later state that tu knew him well, for that I know very...

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My attempt to draw a character from my story

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the lobo Man book cover

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Editing fantasía

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Screenwriting Analysis That Can Help tu Improve Your Screenplay por Michael Hauge & Mark W. Travis

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Screenwriting Analysis That Can Help tu Improve Your Screenplay por Michael Hauge & Mark W. Travis via linkMore video interviews at link

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lobo Blood Prologe

posted by StarWarrior

PROLOGE
“You can’t!” I screeched, griping the thick césped, hierba beneath my paws.
    “The whole forest will belong to the Pack of Shadows!” the dark lobo exclaimed enthusiastically, his pelaje, piel flickering like shadows, “No lobo will stop us!”
    I have to do something! I couldn’t let it end like this! Not with the alpha in this state! Not with the pack división, split in four!
    “Out of my way pup!” he tossed me aside like a tiny mouse.
    “No!” I leaped at him, biting and clawing with all my strength.
    “This is pointless! tu cannot defeat me she-wolf!” I felt him bite me and fling me away again. I was too tired to mover now, after traveling this far without resting, I can no longer breathe enough to live.
    I’m over; this is the end of the Pack of Ice! I lay winded and defeated, awaiting death’s arrival patiently.

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Song: Let tu Go

posted by emmett

~Let tu Go~

1: On and on ~ the days go by
Without a sight of tu o my sanity
I'm lost not found ~ I wanted to mostrar tu , I wanted to tell you...

Chorus: If I say I'm sorry will tu believe me?
If I amor tu again will tu never leave me?
I made a mistake when I dicho no
I never should have let tu go...

2: I ring your phone but no one answers, I'm alone
Days are spent lectura your old letters, but with a groan,
I'd put them away, In the draw they'd lay until tomorrow...
Tomorrow...

Chorus-

3: This moping, not coping is killing me
My soul is not at rest when I long for it to be
I wish you'd come back o my fears may come true
When I left you, I still loved tu and I think tu knew

Chorus-

Darlin' don't forget me
I'm locked and you're the only key...

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That Girl - Poem

posted by Sephisis17

Another poem por me. This one came out kinda lame,but I'll let the rating be the judge (assuming there will be any).

That Girl

Have tu seen that girl,
That goes around here and there?
Nobody knows where she’s going,
Is she even going somewhere?

Pretty face, pretty hair,
Nobody knows her name,
She seems sad, what a coincidence,
I’ve been feeling the same.

She seems lost,
Doesn’t even know where she’s from,
I’m a nice guy so I invite her,
To stay in my home.

She seats in the couch,
My, is she pretty?
I wonder what I can say,
To comfort that girl , so dreamy.

Sarah,
She tells me it’s her name,
She feels sad,
Funny,
Because I’ve been feeling the same

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Forgotten ángeles

posted by fangs286

I ran as hard as i could, my feet smaking the ground, crushing leaves and twigs.
I heard my own breath ragged but i kept running. David had already been taken and so had Amy but i wasn't giving up that easily. I threw another look over my shoulder, even though i didnt hear anything. Of course there was nothing there.
They were to smart for that.
In my haste, i tripped over a árbol that had fallen. i tried to scramble back up, but i hard set of arms grabbed my shoulders. I screamed, but i knew that no one would come for me. So when the hand clamped over my mouth i stopped my protests. Of course...