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posted by para-scence
The siguiente morning, I unlocked the three deadbolts on my door, and sneaked downstairs. I could hear Dad snoring from his room, and if that didn't wake him I don't know what could. Still, I walked around on my tip toes and ate breakfast super quick. I was out of the house over an hora earlier than I usually leave. Since school didn't start for about an hora and a half, I decided to just walk around. The air was cool and crisp, and I saw my breath as I exhaled. There was cold dew on the césped, hierba and the birds began to sing quietly. It was a perfect spring morning.

I ended up at the park, the one Aubrey and I used to hang out at all the time when we were younger. We used to see who could oscilación the highest on the swings; o who could slide down the slides the fastest. We went there almost every time we'd hang out, because it was the perfect place to do so.

I sat on the swing, "my" swing, and let the wind push me. It was still a little chilly, and I zipped up my red and black hoodie. I stared absentmindedly at the woodchips and kicked them out of their place.

"Hey, I know you," a voice said. I looked up, startled, and saw it was that boy from lunch. He stood a few feet away from me and smiled.

"Umm... Hi," I said, unenthusiastically. "...What're tu doing here," I asked, not bothering to try and sound polite. He pointed his thumb over his shoulder.

"I live over there." I furrowed my eyebrows.

"Are tu new to the school? I've never seen tu around," I said. This time, he frowned.

"Nooo...? I've lived here since I was ten, and I think I went to your middle school too. I remember seeing you, I just didn't know who tu were." My face turned pink. Not since yesterday had I ever noticed this guy, and now he tells me we went to middle school together. I felt like such a jerk. I tried to think of those days, but nothing of him came to mind.

"Sorry," I apologized. "I don't..." He smiled.

"That's ok," he laughed. "I didn't even know your name 'till yesterday." I gulped. I'd already forgotten his name. Didn't it start with an N? Niko o Nick? Hopefully I wouldn't have to address him por his name anytime soon until I remembered.

"So what're tu doing here?" he asked. My attention turned back to the conversation.

"Oh, uhm... I don't know. I just like to come here."

"So early?"

"I guess... what're tu doing here so early?" I countered.

"My mom's boyfriend is over... They make me sick," he said, making a disgusted face.

"Oh," I said. He nodded.

"I feel bad for my little siblings. They're not allowed to leave the house this early," he dicho sympathetically. "I at least, am allowed to go out on my own." I smiled.

"How many siblings do tu have?" I asked.

"Five," he sighed, but a smile soon followed. "Four sisters, one brother." I smiled.

"That's cool."

"Do tu have any siblings?" he asked. I shook my head.

"My mom dicho I was supposed to be a twin, but she died a little while after she was born." The boy's smiled faded.

"Oh. I'm sorry." I shrugged. "Well, I know it doesn't help any, but... I'm glad you're here at least," he smiled. I furrowed my eyebrows but smiled back. This guy barely knew me. Why was he telling me that he's "glad I'm here"?

"Umm... thanks," I told him. He took out his cellphone and glanced at it.

"Well, we should probably start heading off to school," he said. I nodded and stood up. Then it clicked. Micah! That's his name! I smiled to myself. As we were walking, we passed my house. I cringed when I could hear Dad yelling at Mom from inside. I wanted desperately to run in there and rip her out of that house.

"Whoa," Micah dicho as we passed. "I feel sorry for whoever he's yelling at." I looked down and nodded.

We got to school just in time. Micah stayed por me, which I was thankful for; because then no one would laugh at me for being "a loner." And too, he was good company. He was really funny and sweet and nice. He was like a big teddy bear; tu couldn't help but like him. The first campana rang, and all the students flooded into the high school. I stopped at my locker, and Micah stopped with me.

"So, will I see tu at lunch?" he asked. I smiled.

"Sure," I said. His smiled grew larger.

"Great," he said. He turned away and left.

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Sorry this chapter's so boring :P please comentario and tell me what tu think. :)
posted by Twilight-girl-x
Hi, I was actually gonna start doing this on Tuesday- but I forgot! I also forgot on wednesday and Thursday too. But im here now. So! Some people keep a diary, some people write emails to imaginary people o to themselves. I'm not one of those people, I'm here talking to tu guys. This is practically my online Diary! It won't be all sunshine and rainbows but hey, tu don't really expect that do you? No I didn't think so!! Well here we go.

I started school again on Tuesday- I'm in año nine! Im a tallish, short brown haired, Bluey-greeny eyed girl of 13- My name is Caitlin Grace, but I go by...
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posted by EllentheStrange
So Long and Goodnight

Please,please hold me tight
I am not ready for a broken wings flight
With the sun oh so bright
So long and goodnight
One last vampire bite
You are the one that's right
We sink into the night
So long and goodnight
With skin like snow white
The vampiros will fight
Please keep me in your sight
So long and goodnight
Don't let them give me a fright
I know they just might
The fuego is going to ignite
So long and goodnight
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Long hace Before I Died

Long hace before I died I ripped the wings from my spine
For doing this I fell quickly,swiftly into the...
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posted by SkyHedgehog
(WARNING! Sonic the Hedgehog fanfic XD)

5 years ago...

A young ebony hedgehog walked along the apuntalar, costa of the esmeralda Coast. Her crimson red eyes focused on the rolling waves. She always felt calm around the water. Suddenly, a large boom sounded behind the hedgehog, causing her knees to buckle. "What was that?!" A figure in the distance started towards her. "Get out of here! Quick!" it called. The ebony hedgehog felt the ground shake violently. "Move! Now!" The figure disappeared in thin air. "Hey!" The hedgehog felt something grab her hand.


5 years later...

"Move it, Sky! You're gonna make us late!"...
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posted by dragonrider
That same día - Eric's perspective

Oh Jeez...Why did she have to point me out to her friends? I wasn't interesting. They know that I had been watching her for months.
To stop meeting her gaze and being embarrassed I hid myself in a book hoping that I would stop being embarrassed.
"Hey Eric tu must be really into that book," My friend Tom dicho to me as he sat down across from me.
Maybe not. I put the book down a bit "Oh yeah it's great. hola do tu have girls staring at you?" I asked him
His face lit up and he smirked "Oh yeah it's great. I get asked out all the time," he said
I frowned "Nobody...
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posted by problematic124
Okay so recently I thought why don't I tell what i think about some things so let's get this party started.

A few weeks hace my class had to pick a quote/lyric that meant something. So i googled it and found some nice frases from my good buddy Albert Einstein. We all know him. Anyway this is what i found:
"Gravitation is not responsible for people falling in love."
And as soon as i read that I just went awwwww. I mean is that not one of the best amor frases ever.
Really spoke to me i just loved it! And ever since then haven't forgot. What do tu think of this quote.

So siguiente to the whole mostrar and...
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posted by numnumyellow67
Chapter 1
The District

I quietly and quickly pick the katniss plant's roots. Have to hurry home, o at least the ruined building I call my home. Living a destroyed old district, tu kind of get used to the idea of having to hurry back to ruined buildings, before the rats and bugs decide to settle into your so called home.I start on my way back, when I see a plump rabbit, just watching me desperately pick the roots, while coated in mud. This annoys me, and with one rápido, swift movement, I cuchillo the fat fool from afar. A direct hit. Perfect. I've been working on my cuchillo throwing skills, and got a lucky...
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posted by greenstergirl
Pain. Fear. Hatred. These things is what my life was full of. Love. Laughter. Happiness. I have none of these things. I used to though. I had a great Mom and Dad. We lived in a small house on the sandy shores of a playa in California. I had a small furry Labrador that would beg for any comida he could get his soft paws on. Usually it was only broccoli.

That life doesn't seem amazing. Well....it still was. The nights my family and I had por the crackling fuego after a dip in the ocean water were my favorite. My mother would sit on the green chair in the corner and braid my long red hair that everyone...
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posted by starfire1712
This is our the land where we live
What we have we won’t give
Up to any without a fight
Our ancestors gave us this birth right
We just want to live in peace
But still the battles will not cease
Until we’re driven from our home
Then we would be left to roam
And settle in some other place
o wiped out with no trace
Our names they wouldn’t know
So we prepare to meet our foe
The tribal headdress worn with pride
And paint upon our skin to hide
Who they face upon the field
Armed with arrows, spear & shield
Seen as men within a crowd
Surging forth we holler aloud
No fear from us will be shown
As they meet the unknown
Warriors not afraid to die
Fighting for our cause we try
To save our land & family
So our tribe can be free
To live as we choose to do
So let battle now ensue
posted by stopbullying
Chapter 2
An odd man stepped out of the car and instantly I knew who it was. It was the man that came into the comprar during my shift. He stalked me all the way down here and now he was standing in front of me. I wanted to scream because of the scary feeling I got from look in his eyes but I found no voice. I was stupid to go to the outer edges of the park where almost nobody was. And the segundo I could find a breath his hand was over my mouth and I was thrown into the back of a car that was cold and wet. I could barely hear the voices in the front of the car and I wanted to know where I was going....
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Should A Writer Share Her First Draft With Family & Friends? por E.K. Prescott via www.FilmCourage.com.
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posted by Epetrus
someone mentioned your name today. It wafted over to me like the smell of spicy perfume - pleasant at first, but one that stings in the long run. My subconscious picked it up, without me noticing and, I must admit, it took me a few tenths of a segundo to dig up your file in my brain. I seemed to forget who tu were for that short amount of time. For that brief, innocent period, I was unaware. The name could have been from years and years ago, it could have been a name I had dado to a perrito, cachorro many years back, the name of a plush toy, the name carved in a bus stop bench. A name that I had known,...
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posted by ivoryphills
I lived in my cold dark world for my entire life.
Feeble, absentminded, indifferent, and apathetic are what I am
After shunning the outside world for all its transgression towards me.
I survived through "drifting through life": doing what I am told, agreeing to whatever argument I find myself in, keeping whatever opinion I hold to myself
so that the situation I'm in will be over
and I can get back to my shell, my refuge
My world.
My world, my sanctuary,
my seguro haven until an intruder tried to break in
My mother telling me to let her and my "loved ones" in.
What do I do?
What do I do?
The panic sets in;...
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posted by brease1121
THE COUNCIL-2-



CHAPTER 2

"Mr. Smith! Your té is ready!" Parker's smiling face appeared out the sliding glass door, as she called to Mr. Smith. tu could see the sea breeze that had collected on her face from being outside, all glassy and hot.Her long arms wiped it away and she turned around, her long braid whipping in the wind.


The mesa, tabla was set and ready for tea. Her face shone in accomplishment. She never really had set a table. When Mr.Smith came through the door he took a asiento at the mesa, tabla and nibbled on a bollo, scone that Parker had made fresh.

"Is it alright? I know that I've never really...
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When A Screenwriter Pitches Their Ideas At Story Expo por Curtis rayo, ray at Story Expo via linkFor más videos, please visit link
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posted by pugglelover2000
They finally got to The Skating Place."Well,do tu want me to go home?"Asked Josie"No,you're fine.Now lets go."Laura replied.They walked up to the door and peered in.Rachel and Jake were out in the middle of the rink holding hands.

Laura opened the door and went in.Josie ran in after her and followed here over to get roller skates."Size 9,please,and for my sister,size 7 in women."The clerk nodded and went to get the shoes."What are tu going to do?"asked Josie.

"Well,I was going to go patinar, skate closer to Jake,and hope he dumps Rachel in the trash,and then he goes out with me."replied Laura.Josie...
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posted by QueridaPantufa
Prologue

I didn’t know what else I could do. I did everything they wanted me to do, but it wasn’t enough. It was never enough. So they kicked me out. I only had time to pack my bag and leave. I had no place to go, no person to turn to. I was alone. That first night I spent sleeping outside on a bench. I felt the cold spread true my body like a thousand knifes. When the sun began the rise, I got up and went on my way out of this horrible place. I was 17-years-old and I had been in six different foster homes. I didn’t want to be put in another foster inicial again, so I decided to leave for...
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