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hola there.

I like to write poesía and short stories. My friend turned me on to this site and I've decided to post some of my writing. I'm just a kid, so none of my escritura is as high quality as I'd imagine the other submissions would be. I really haven't read much so far. Maybe this isn't the best way to introduce myself to the other fanpoppers, but I couldn't find my friend to tell her about it. I also can't figure out how to add myself to this club. Oh, well. uh....here I am. Here's a little sample of my writing:

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Watch me twirl
with my feet on your toes
away from the darkness,
away from our foes.
See how I smile
as the día comes and
goes.
Look down at my eyes
reflecting your life;
leave the door open,
I'm afraid of the night.

Now watch me twirl,
all alone this time
without your toes
to help me stand.
Stare into my eyes
but tu can't see your
face in them,
watch as they fill up
with tears tu never shed.
Can tu hear my footsteps?
So light, but
so heavy,
watch as I dance around
in my frenzy
because I don't have your arms
to hold me in place.

I look into the night,
and I'm so afraid,
so afraid,
oh dear parents,
what a coward you've raised.
So I'll dance here,
in the light,
where everyone
can see me.
My falda catches the wind
and what do tu see?
Tell me,
What do tu see?!
I can't see anything;
only me.

Put down your glass,
step out to the floor.
Teach me to dance,
and I'll cry
no more.
posted by Pushkin319
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Writers disagree on whether editors really care about the typeface and the line spacing and whether the manuscript follows a certain style o format. Some editors don't care about these things,...
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posted by douglas80
((Hi guys this is my first fic here. I started with that story but i don´t know where it leads on. So please excuse my english, it isn´t my first language. I hope it is a little interesting and may tu enjoy it. comentarios would be nice, thanx and enjoy it!))


Something strange coming up from behind. My blood felt ice cold and my veins froze as I saw through the darkness. A stupid noise cleared my mind and I opened my eyes. A woman stood right in front of me. She was starring at me without a sound. Nothing. Not any emotion coulered her face. I froned my forehead, tried to speak, but can´t. My...
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My wide brown eyes glanced around the Bridgewell high school lunchbox and all I saw was the same thing as everyday. The "cool" group, my group, all sitting in the same spot. The middle of the lunchbox, drawing all attention on us with our screaming and giggling. It would usually be me starting the scenes but now I see differently. What’s the point with all the makeup, the new outfit each día and the teasing of the smart kids. I don't want to be this girl anymore, I hate her.
Just at that moment Catherine and Amanda walk past. The smart kids, the ones who care what grades they get and now...
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posted by BellaSwan636
Serena

I'd slept for most of the flight.

Rion was there to meet me, like he promised.

He'd hugged me, told me it would be fine, that I'd be fine.

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I took on the job of his personal assisstant, and I made a point to remember everything, from the way he liked his coffee to the way his escritorio needed re-organizing every few days.

I was a VERY dedicated assisstant.

He helped me with everything; he stood behind me silently as I endured my first morning sickness, and when I went into labour, which was five hours hace he dropped everything to be there for...
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posted by BellaSwan636
Shaun

I'd pretended not to know anything. I tried to get over her, but I couldn't. It was too painful. It was too difficult.

I still blamed myself. I always would.

I did like she asked, I finished college. I moved to New York after graduation to begin my career as a child psychologist. I'd graduated early. Worked harder than was necessary. Ignored everything not school-related. Had a successful job interview. Accepted into a private practice.

I was miserable.

I still had to keep living; I knew I had to. I was twenty three when I moved there.

Twenty three when I decided to watch small children play in a park in the hope of learning something new.

She never failed to surprise me. Not ever.
posted by Cinders
It's finally here! All the submissions to this month's poesía contest is included within this soapbox, for your convenience. For the sake of the judges, I am allowing two weeks from today for them to peruse the works herein and then create a pick with their parte superior, arriba five choices. The judges may confer amongst themselves if they wish. Input from the fanpop community should also be considered. comentarios on particular poems are welcome. The only thing that is prohibited is pointing out (subtly o obviously) which poem is yours. As a poet, that may disqualify tu from the competition, for betraying the...
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Chapter Fifteen

Later that día and after cena and playing games with Mama and Sean, Mac knew that after Sean leaves their inicial to go back to his own house and once Jamie cleans them up, put them in their pajamas, and read them a story o two, then she can ask her mother about that odd thing she saw that día between her mom and the man who hangs out with them any chance he got.

It was coming closer and closer. After Sean had left, four of the Thomas family is heading into their ‘getting ready for bed’ routine which means taking a bath, taking sure that the kids had brushed their teeth, used...
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posted by marissa
 "She wore very little make up and looked exhausted, as if she’d just woken up and remembered she had to go work."
"She wore very little make up and looked exhausted, as if she’d just woken up and remembered she had to go work."
Chapter Two:

Jean:

Jean got on the bus a few hours later, dressed in her brown Tim Hortons uniform, earphones in her ears as she fiddled with her iPod. Benny spotted her as soon as she got on. Without a segundo thought, he stood up and sat in the empty asiento siguiente to her.

Jean was young, sixteen, maybe seventeen, and tall. Her dark hair was pulled up neatly behind her head. She wore very little make up and looked exhausted, as if she’d just woken up and remembered she had to go work.

Jean looked over at Benny and gave him a half-hearted smile, before turning back to her music.

“Hello,” dicho Benny,...
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posted by BellaSwan636
Shaun

I watched two little girls playing, watching one in particular. She reminded me painfully of Serena. The little girl pulled her friend to her feet and ran towards a woman that I recognized.

It was her. At first I was sure I was halluncinating.

Her dark hair was a little longer than I had seen it last. She was wearing a black pencil falda and a deep blue blouse. She looked happy as the girl ran up to her.

She hugged the little girl. Their hair was the same colour.

I watched numbly as Serena looked at the child with unfathomable amor as she told her something.

Serena looked up at me, pain and shock evident on her face.
posted by Cutebutcrazy--
tu couldn't and wouldn't,
ask for anything more.
Now all tu want,
is to be able to rest.
For your famliy to be happy.
tu wish tu could help them,
through the pain,
but tu can't,
tu can only watch,
from the sky.
tu can only watch them cry.
Hearts are now broken.
But your love,
is forever out spoken.
For twith out you,
there'd be no hope,
for those to come.
tu put the doctors one step closer,
to finding the cure.
tu may be just another person to them,
but to me your so much more.
Your one in a million,
your unequie.
I have just one más thing to say.
Plaese rest now.
Rest now and sleep.
May heven bring tu happiness and peace.
posted by Emoshinell
To me, Will is más than a name. This is what it means to me:

W is for the softest whisper in the sweetest breeze of spring.

I is for the icy chill that goes down my spine when tu spare me a small glance my way.

L is for the look my penetrating eyes give tu when tu turn away from me; when I want most for tu to stay close to me.

And l is for the unconditional and irrevocable and irrational amor I feel for your soul.

Without you, my corazón is silent. tu arethe only one who has touched my corazón and it will always be yours. tu are my only love. I've left my corazón with you; look over it closely....
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added by vampiress015
Source: BBC
posted by Cutebutcrazy--
i never thought the día would come when i had to leave my friends and family.but it did and it was all my fault. tu see my names claire and i got in a bit of trouble. i was walking inicial from my friends house and happened to over hear something i wasn't suppose to.it was a fight between to guys and from what i heard the fight was over drugs and money so now i'm runing for my life and for the people i amor lifes too.

"i'll miss tu mommy" i say giving my mother one last hug. "as soon as this is over i'll be home,plaese don't worry."

"i'm not worried" my mom lied.She was a tarible liar so i basicly saw right through her.
A/N; AHAHAHAHAHA! And tu thought i wouldn't dare ;). Anyways, here's something weird i don't even understand. Seriously. But I'll post it here because I feel happy. Yeah, even I don't believe it. Anyways I'll stop talking 'cause this font is making me feel stupid.

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Breathe. tu need to breathe.

“I can’t.” I whimpered “I can’t breathe. It’s too hard. If I breathe, the numbness will go. I can’t let it go.”

You need to. People are counting on tu to have a heart-beat. And por corazón beat I mean they count on tu to be here. To have a-little...
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posted by VampirePrinsess
Mommy... Johnny brought a gun to school,
He told his friends that it was cool,
And when he pulled the trigger back,
It shot with a great crack.
Mommy, I was a good girl, I did what I was told,
I went to school, I got straight A's, I even got the gold!
But Mommy, when I went school that day,
I never dicho good-bye,
I'm sorry Mommy, I had to go, But Mommy, please don't cry. When Johnny shot
the gun, He hit me and another,
And all because Johnny, Got the gun from his older brother.
Mommy, please tell Daddy; That I amor him very much,
And please tell Chris; my boyfriend; That it wasn't just a crush.
And tell...
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Chapter Fourteen

It wasn’t the cena that they didn’t had before. It was very different. It was a cena of confusion especially for the two little girls.

During the cena of steak, mashed potatoes, and peas, Mac and Izzie watched their Mama and Mr. Sean eat their cena in silent even through Mac saw Sean giving her mother some glimpses of his grins to Jamie to tell her that this was a great cena she served. Hoping that Mama saw those grins that Sean saw her, the only thing she saw that her mother was just eating her dinner, drinking her Iced Tea, and wiping the messes that was on Jake’s...
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posted by Sweet_Pants
It’s a silent staring match between tu and her

The quiet air above tu is whispering tu words

Words tu choose to ignore, words glaring at you,

Gnawing at tu from the very tip of her eyes



But tu won’t let down, no matter how much

She isn’t saying, no matter how much she can’t say

Because you’re in power, tu brought her here

tu yell, and she shrinks back, but in fear?

No, she’s waiting for her chips to add up

As life’s a poker game, the highs are all that won

She knows this; you’re the one who taught her

‘Lay low until tu gain the trono

To strike back at those who thought

The same as Arrogance himself;

That you, gullible and pathetic, were theirs alone’

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Please tell me what tu think, criticizm is welcome.
Ladies and gentlemen, writers of all ages (especially teens/preteens) and species (except mosquitoes), welcome! I'm bored, have a writer's block made of concrete and am feeling particularly resentful towards the curse known as textese/chatspeak. (Seriously, whatever happened to good ol' morse code?) So I decided the best way to give my escritura a rest is to help out with yours! Aren't I generous? :)

Before I begin, I'd like to point out that I am not an expert por any means. I'm not a escritura guru o a master advice-giver-person. I am simply a fellow writer who wants to pass on what she's learned;...
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posted by Spotty_Vision21
"Hey baby, where are tu going?" growled a deep voice.

Tammy resisted the instinct to turn around and walked faster.

"Just keep moving and he'll go away. Just keep moving."

She was now hyperaware of her surroundings. The man's quickening footsteps. The cool but smoggy air whoosing in and out of her lungs. Her heartbeat speeding up. The clacking noise her heels made upon the sidewalk.

Her eyes darted left. The store window reflected a woman in her late 40's, blonde hair fading.

"C'mon, baby, turn around."

The voice sounded much closer. Tammy's hands began to shake.

What could he want with her? She...
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posted by Whiskey37
Jake wanted his dad to be proud of him.
He knew his dad was interested in wars.
'Why?' Jake wanted to know.
'Wars shape the world,' his dad said. 'If tu have a knowledge of past wars, tu can better understand current politics.'
Jake didn't really know what his dad meant.
'I get it,' he said.
'Clever boy.' His dad smiled and ruffled his hair.
Jake felt six feet tall.

Jake couldn't wait to tell his dad about his new school project.
'Guess what,' he said, as soon as his dad got in the door.
His dad looked at Jake. 'What?'
'We have to do a big project at school,' Jake said. 'We have to choose...
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