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I ran against the wind which came contrary to me.
I ran against the wind which approached me till I adhered to the parapet panting. Hardly anybody was más in the park although it was rather warmly and still not at all so dark. The sun just set and the water under me turned orange-red now. I needed a while, before I came to the quiet, then I did not oso, oso de it any más and the tears forced her way. I knew that she lied. I knew that this not corresponded to the truth what she had dicho to me. I did not have any proof for it but I could feel that there was something wrong. I did not want any more....

I’ll never forget the día I had encountered a ghosts with my best friends. And I will be happy to share that story with you.
It was August 20th exactly one week before the start of middle school. My best friend Alex and I sat outside on the curb and ate our half melted fresa ice cream on a cone. It must’ve been 95 degrees outside because we could feel our sweet dripping off our faces. We didn’t say much because the calefaction made us not want to be social. We sat there in silence and licked our ice cream.
“What do tu think middle school will be like, Collin?” Alex broke the...

What do tu do when the gray waves roll over your head, and your body is too weak to swim ashore. Do tu panic and scream and try anyway to break the surface of the water? Do tu silently cry and pray and tell your loved ones tu amor them one más time. o because tu know it's futile to fight enviar to the lulling cold darkness besar at your eyelids? Do tu let the salty seawater drain into your lungs and choke to death's waiting arms?

Or do tu float to the surface and wait for the storm to pass and sunlight to pierce your shivering mass of a body?.. tu choose wisely.. tu wake up in a...

This is a Monolouge I wrote a little while hace for drama class. We had to write a dramatic one. So this monologue is about a girl who is talking to her therapist about a reciente event with her friend.

Tell me what tu think!

My mother says tu can help me - Help me make sense of it. I don't beilive in therapists - But I guess ill .....0give it a try..

You know, Some say suicide is the most selfish act one person can make.. I used to think this too. But now it doesn't make sense to me how the most selfless, kind , person I know - knew- could be labled as selfish..

How long have I known her? Well...

Here are the definitions of the words.Read and guess what they are before lectura the right respuestas I write below.

1.It's a person who works in a restaurant,takes the comida from the cocina to the tables.
2.It's a place where tu go when tu want to buy something.It's a very big comprar where tu can buy anything.
3.It's a thing which tu use to talk.It's a kind of machine,it's very small and nearly everybody has one nowadays.
4.It's an adjective.It's the opposite of fat,but means thin and acttractive.
5.It's an adjective again.It's how tu feel when tu have a lot of things to do but tu don't have...

Baby Name Books!

My #1 resource is the baby name book I bought from a thrift store. It's a lifesaver! Not only does it have over 5,000 names but origins, boy and girl names, and alternate spelling. But, if tu can't get a hold of a baby name book there's always...

Name Websites!

Just as good and pretty much the same thing. They have access to millions of names online! One website I find really useful;

link
link - Thanks ellie_bellie135^^

Symbolic Names!

Often, writers give thier characters a name that has a certain meaning. For instance, one of my characters is named Roni. Which is short for Veronica....

Rated PG 13.

Chapter 1

I woke up that morning, not even wanting to get out of bed. I was so tired and I had a major hangover from last night's party. I looked down. I was really relieved that I still had my clothes on. I didn't want a repeat of last time. Brianna still isn't over me. She's freaking stalking me right now.

After my head stop spinning which was about twenty minutos later, I got out of bed. God I was a mess. Stupid Ken with a party on a school night. I looked at the clock beside the mesa, tabla and it read "8:30". I really didn't care if I was late. My record could take one más late.

I...

Yeah My friend is escritura something to and its kinda bout the same thing but way different at the ame time.She has it up and sone1 dicho that it was like Twilight. Well tu can say mine is 2 but i starte driting it when i was 9. That was 2000. So enjoy.

Chapter One Truth
My mom drove me to Taylor’s house but no one was home. I really wasn’t surprised. Taylor hadn’t been inicial every time I came. “You can come back later. I have somewhere I have to be, “my mom said. I knew I had to work hard to keep the disappointment off my face. Before Taylor started hanging out with Sam we were attached...

I shouldn’t have shot the dog. I definitely shouldn’t have shot the dog. Even if he did chew upon my prized drumsticks, and feast upon my freshly-baked brownies. The little white-and-brown terror, Mickey, belonged to my neighbor. My neighbor, an 87-year-old chain-smoker named Mary, rarely left the confines of her living room. She sat, día in and día out, as her precious mutts wreaked havoc about the neighborhood.
You can see it! My house, the little beasts have chewed upon everything their gnashing, tiny, sharp little teeth could find. I did my best to keep them out, but the little bastards...

As I try to think of something, anything to say to him now, I recall the first time I saw Sam outside of school.
It was about a año ago. Tyler was at my house playing with Jen. It was late and they both needed to be put to bed. Their tiredness only resulted in them fighting. I eventually put them on time-outs until Tyler’s uncle showed up. o I thought it would be his uncle. It turned out to be Sam. I opened the door when he knocked and was a little thrown to see him. I recognized him from school, but only as the quiet boy I’d never talked to. His hair was wet as if he’d just showered...

SURGE

Surge, a moderately tall teenager wearing an open red shirt, stood in the middle of what was once New York’s Time Square. At first, second, and possibly even third glance Surge did not look like the kind tu would want to have a conversation with. He had a strange looking tattoo that adorned his chest like a necklace. His muscles were toned, and his hair was an unkempt blonde. None of this was what would have frightened someone though. What frightened people were the claws strapped to his wrists. They came to sharp, slightly curved, points that dripped with blood.
Surge stood now amongst...

Coach 
 
Chapter 1: From a mesa, tabla Away

Kids, tu know your Uncle Barney; Scotch, money and women. Those three words pretty much summed up his life. He couldn't ask for a better life. Little did he know, he was about to get a rude awakening. tu see, he had grown accustomed to this cycle, a carousel, if tu will. It spun round and round until his life was completely changed by..."The Coach".



An unforgiving canopy of  charcoal  clouds hung above New York. They seemed detrimental; yearning to release their stockhold of transparent liquid. Rain. That's all it had done for the past week, rain. It...

"Loser!"
"Bitch!"
"Stupid!"

The 5 girls just kept on yelling insults at Miku.

"Go die in a hole!"
"Ugly whore!"
"Idiot!"

The green-haired girl just stood there, head in her hands, listening to their insults.

"Shut up, shut up, shut up!!" she yelled at them, and dropped to her knees, sobbing.

"We'll shut up when tu stop being an ugly whore!" the head of the clique, named Lily, yelled back. She laughed and high-fived the girls behind her, knowing she was successful in torturing Miku with words. "Gimme the baseball bat Len has, Luka!" Lily dicho to the pink-haired girl that was uncontrollably laughing....

Rain pour hard outside the sound made me want to stay in cama hmmm I turn to my side and moan
“mom,daaaaaad”my eye start to water my body gave a little shake as if I was cold when I was pretty sweaty with my four blankets on me
“what ?”dad yelled mom turned on the light she rushed to put her hand on my cheek
“whats wrong?"her tone was tired I almost felt bad for waking her up but
“mom I feel sick”my voice sounded just right weak and paimed
“hmmm”after an hora of nonstop preguntas and actuación on my part mom let me in peace
“we`ll be at work while jr. is going to be at school and...

Unexpectedly Jada Larkson found herself on the floor sprawled out like someone who just got shot. She tiredly looked around and sighed. She moved to the side and got up.
she then walked over to her dresser and took out her messy pigtails, then her hair was worse, It stuck out in all directions. She grabbed a brush and moved it through her
silky black curls. She tiredly grabbed her classes and stuck them on her pale freckled face. Then she opened her draw and grabed something random. once she was dressed she
noticed the time 7:55 AM...She slept through the first hour-AGIAN
She quickly put toghter...

I remember the día of September “Mommy Daddy” when my mom and dad and I were walking in a pitch-black dark hallway. I heard screams, crying, shouts my Mom told me there are things in this world we wont understand. She was right I had no clue what was going on here only god did.

My Dad took off his locket that my Mom gave to him he placed it around my neck and let go I felt the cold golden chain around my neck I looked down. At the golden and silver locket I gently held the locket in my hand I pressed a button and it opened up. There I saw a picture of my Mom on the left side and a picture...

Looking around the dark, inviting room, thinking of life. It’s funny how tu get thrown into things. The room tu are in, for whatever reason. The things around you. tu must’ve came to like them in some way, how though? Did it capture interest? Is it something a friend has gave you?
    How did I get to this point? Feeling fiction from lectura o escritura is life, instead of my own. Wanting to be cast as characters in stories, but not my own life. Anxiety grows to be más like fictitious characters. I don’t understand my own life these days. All jumbled up, and disconnecting....