escritura Article: Enter the Shadows

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posted by InvadaMiz

"I need you." I quietly whispered, Ari looked at me with his wide green eyes. "I need tu Ari, we all need you." I dicho as Carli and Marli started to cry. "You need no one, only yourself." Ari said, glaring. That peirced a hole right through my aching heart... "Maybe you're right." I mumured, I hated mostrando weakness infront of the group. Allina put her hand gently on my shoulder. "Ari, listen." She said.
Ari snarled, we backed away slightly.
"LEAVE ME ALONE!!!" He screamed, taking off down the sidewalk.

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tu are all i desire, a poem

posted by whitelion

your smile, your eyes, your voice
as if tu gave me a choice
everything about tu i loved
all other feelings aside i shoved

on your every word i hung
and even among
a crowd, only tu i see
nowhere else i would rather be

these feelings for you, that are kept inside
i can no longer hide
everything about tu i admire
tu are all i desire

so kind, so sweet, so passionate
everytime our eyes met
my corazón would race
while looking at your smiling face

full of buety, life, and joy
with my emotions tu play like a toy
like a wild beast, my emotions cannot be tame
and i don't even know your name

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I ♥ escritura

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I write my corazón on a paper

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I ♥ escritura

added by Andressa_Weld

Ami Kolkata & Confessions - A Novel about life in this contemporary society

added by ayaanbasu5

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My little story like articulo ^^

added by TOTALFan

escritura

added by ZekiYuro

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Inspiring image

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Calling All Writers! *WRITING CONTEST*

posted by cute20k

Calling all writers!
Are tu an artist with your words? Do tu like to write? I know I do. "So tu Think tu Can Write" is a contest for people who would answer the same as me.

Basic Rules & Guidelines
1. Your entry MUST be publicado to this spot as an article. If it is entered in any other section it will NOT be accepted.

2. Your entry MUST be original/written por you. If anybody helped you, please credit them.

3. Your entry must be properly key-worded and titled.
a. A proper title: "[username here]'s SYTYCW Entry - [season and year] - [category/type of literature]"
ex. If I entered a poem,...

misceláneo

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The madness of Alice

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escritura

added by storylover

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Today's your last día - Poem

posted by emmett

If someone told you...
Life's like a rollercoaster,
Don't waste the ride.
Live it up all the way,
because today's your last day
What would tu do?

Would tu cry a little, scream a little, think it's all pretend.
o go into silence until the very end...
Would tu amor the ones tu hate the most o be the person tu hide?
Would tu pretend that you're ok but really scream inside?

Would tu try and keep the sun from setting as your last día ends?
Knowing you'll never see it rise...
Tomorrow I'll be somewhere else tu say as tu close your eyes.

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Sleep Deprivation Exercise

posted by Cinders

Exercise: Sleep Deprivation: 4:00AM Tuesday October 7, 2008*

The black spiders of mania are crawling over my brain, searching for a plump place to sink their pincers into. It’s been four days. I haven’t left the house for anything, not even a tuna sandwich. The el espacio in my cama is empty, indented, as if something used to rest there, but I’m beginning to forget más and más what that may have been. Maybe it was a coffin, its contents shaken, risen, defeated, dazed, meandering around with its arms stretched out and a dull expression on its face as it mutters something indecipherable that...

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The voices

posted by t_direction

So, this is a kind of short story that I wrote one evening when I was just bored out of my mind. Please tell your opinion, feel free to criticize, it is much appreciated =)
Thanks ^_^

The voices buzzed inside my head, making me feel dizzy. I couldn't help but hold onto the cama post for support. In a state of exhaustion, I collapsed on the cama with a sigh. The voices never let me sleep. They were like many people were talking all at once, screaming all at once.

Madness, rage, worry, sadness were the emotions that those voices gave off. I couldn't understand a word of what the people were saying,...

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who am I?

posted by madening_mahem

who am I ?
what can I do?
I'm self-centered, self-induldged, self-absorbed, hateful, short-tepered, implusive, in a complete state of denial, confused and lonely, yet I don't try to think.
a creature of the night
a princess of darkness
I long for light
colors
but all is midnight
and my only companions are the moon and the darkness
thought it comforts me when no one can
I wish to be out of darkness for once
to be clear, understood, unquestioned, and loved.
but who am I to ask for this?
who am I to want this?
is that what makes me human?
why?
all I want to know is why?

Change

posted by Fyrwenn

Change

The way I feel has changed
When we met I was a fool, thought
You weren’t gonna treat me like a tool
I tell myself that I care ‘bout you
But deep inside I know we’re through.

Change is never easy
But what am I supposed to do?
I can’t sit around, cry and wait for you,

I guess we were too naive
Believing it would work
Why didn’t I see,
that tu were such a jerk?

Change is never easy
But what am I supposed to do?
I can’t sit around, cry and wait for you

In the future we might get another chance
Maybe, it was just a short romance
Then what I’m feeling is really wrong
I felt I had to write this...

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Swing, Batter, Batter, oscilación

posted by disneyworld007

Swing, Batter, Batter, Swing!
Putting my weight on my right foot, the foot closest to the catcher. Leaning back re-gripping my bat. I watched as that black haired pitcher powered up her pitch, rocking back and forth on her heals, taking in her guante now to her side and starting the wind-up. 'This is it,' I thought to myself, now taking the best grip on my bat, 2 balls and 2 strikes have passed por this plate and I am not letting this pitcher strike me out, o walk me! I got ready the ball was realeased, and I heard the 'ump' say "Ball Outside".
I stepped out of the batters box, and took a couple...

Yaouta Kamakami, pilot.

posted by samuraibond005

Yaouta lived on a farm in Missouri, he had only recently graduated high school, had a pilot's license, and even a couple of airplanes used in war. He had an old A6M zero that belonged to his rich father, grandfather, and his great grandfather before him. His father was assassinated por a rival corporation (His father owned a wealthy publishing corporation) and the corporation decided to target his family afterward. 5 black cars pulled up in his front yard, though the yard was big enough to hold just about 10 times as much. Yaouta's younger brother, who was 15 at the time, walked out to greet...