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posted by kpaw05
I don’t want to get up. Why would I even think about it, at four AM on a Saturday? I don’t know. Something just calls. Scorpio, it whispers, Come to me. Come to me, and tu will be free.
    Who are you? Where do I go? I call out sleepily. The shout is only in my head, but I feel it goes out into the darkness all the same.
    You will know, Scorpio. tu will know what to do. Go to the river, it beckons. So I teeter down the stairs, fully clothed, in a dreamlike state.
What kind of crazy person am I? I ask myself. Not an unreasonable question, considering I’m going to a river because a voice in my head told me to. This is the kind of thinking that sends tu to an insane asylum. But still, I plod forward, opening the door quietly, and stepping over our threshold. Barefoot.
Wandering down the street, I see the moon shining over me, above me, in the sky. I am following the moon, closer to the universe than ever before. Soon, I am standing on the parte superior, arriba of The Bridge Over Skywater.
The Skywater River was named in Native American times, my father told me when I was young. Back then, it was called, “Buegoneguig”, which is Chippewa for “hole in the sky”. I guess they held ceremonies here o something. I would. Anyone would, had they seen the way the stars sparkled on its surface that night. It was like the sky was calling to me. The water called with it. Together, they beckoned me out onto the water.
I stood on the edge of the bridge, my toes curled around the edge. I let the power of the night lap over me, like the water at the river’s banks. And I dove.
I didn’t think, I just jumped. The cold water engulfed me. The light of the moon shone upon me as I resurfaced, feeling stronger than I ever had. The river’s pull didn’t seem to try and take me anywhere, just freezing this moment, perfect, of a girl in a river under a silver sky.
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Source: Beastfire
posted by IloveMyLord
escritura is the best way to talk without being interrupted.
Jules Renard
Better to write for yourself and have no public, than to write for the public and have no self.
Cyril Connolly
Writing is not a genteel profession. It's quite nasty and tough and kind of dirty.
Rosemary Mahoney
Writing makes no noise, except groans, and it can be done everywhere, and it is done alone.
Ursula K. LeGuin
You may be able to take a break from writing, but tu won't be able to take a break from being a writer.
Stephen Leigh
For me, escritura is exploration; and most of the time, I'm surprised where the journey takes...
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posted by LexisFaith
This isn't my first story but it is my first on this page. Please read and review. Like it? Hate it? Add something? Nothing tu say will hurt my feelings.


Chapter one: The New Guy


"So, he brings me inicial and we are standing at my front door right? He leans in and I'm thinking he's going to kiss me, but-"

"Miss Benton." Mr. Tatum stopped Sadie's rant. "Would tu like to share with the class?"

"No, thanks." She smiles.

He lets out an angry "harrumph" and goes back to his Econ lesson.

"I'll tell tu later." She whispers.

"Okay." I laugh and turn my attention to Mr. Tatum and my notes.

"If something is...
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posted by Sacred_Love1550
Hi! This is a story about angels, and I hope tu all enjoy it! ^_^


There is a secret place made especially for us in the world. It lies on a secluded island in the Atlantic Ocean that remains undetected from the outside world.
This is where we, the ángeles that remained on Earth after thousands of years, rest in peace.
I was born an angel, my white, softer than marshmallows, wings sprouted forth after my birth. They grew as my body matured into that of a young adult of sixteen.
It was on my seventeenth birthday that everything changed. Well, it was actually about a week after the huge party that...
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posted by TeanRose424
I was sitting on my bed; my legs were in my chest, my arms wrapped around them. There was a thunderstorm tonight; i've always loved thunderstorms. There was a flash of lightning and my room lite up around me. I smiled; the thunder was next. It was a huge clapp of thunder. Thunder was always my favorito! part of thunder storms because it was louder than life. There was another flash of lightning; i saw a dark figure outside my window lite up por the lightning.

I was scared. I didnt dare move. I sat without movement; maybe it would go away. But he didnt go away. He tapped on the window; i saw...
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I NEED inspiration for this book. I cant say why, because it will ruin the last book but the school has been rebuilt,and theres a new gardening class, and Haru-Kun, Kariko-Kun, and Shimura-Chan are falling into love, could Kariko finaly fall for Haru, o could it be Haikuga-Kun? Haru could have his corazón torn into pieces, o turned into gold. And Shimura, being the only lesbian in the school could have problems with amor too. Karuga-Chan (a new character introduced as a Japenese girl found lying on the playa after a violent storm) changes all of that. Life when thrive this año in Dojenskei Koukou (Dojenskei High School). All these preguntas and más will be answered in the garden of Hinjou, the Garden Classroom. Be waiting, Both the first chapter of the first and segundo book are being worked on. (PLEASE give me good names for the third and fourht book, and the main name for the segundo series, such as Burning Passion Book One: The Flame. (oo, I might use that) Byes!)
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99% Of Screenplays Are Rejected After The First Scene por Corey Mandell via FilmCourage.com.
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posted by Epismatic
The Man With No Eyes Collection (6): Dream



A crystallized life, on the bright TV screen,

But I’ve finally broken away from the dream,

And into the warm embrace of your esteem.

The stage that I left disappears from my mind,

Like suddenly being engulfed por sunshine,

I am truly alive, for the very first time,

All at once, let me sing, let me cry!

‘Til it bursts,

From my lungs, like a child,

Let me smile ‘til it hurts!

Let the blue of the morning

Strike my tearful eyes,

I still don’t know how,

I still don’t know why,

(I still fear this life may yet be a lie,)

But even if this world is the true dream, I want to play out this beautiful scene.


Here it is, the last in the Man With No Eyes Collection! I wanted to complete this on a pleasant note, give the guy some mercy.
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posted by hgfan5602
I just started going on the path where my life had no light. I missed everyone from our school who graduated, and I really had many amazing friends there. friends who gave me memories that lasted forever...friends who helped me out when things got bad...friends who were always there for me. I know, however, that they will always continue to be in my heart, even as they went away from me. If they never come back, they will still have left hand prints on my corazón that will never be washed away. Life without the light makes me feel so lonely...like a vagabond on the streets with no home...like an eagle with no prey...like me with no one to cry with. However sad this situation I find myself in...I still know that life will go on...and I must continue to strive to be the best I can be. Even without the warmth of my friends close by, I know that they will always be por my side even if they are not with me. All my friends are the light in my life.
posted by EmoKidSteven
The noise,
buzzing and buzzing in my ears.
It's just not right,
tu think tu are so bright,
saying tu buzz because tu care.
But it's so unfair.
I don't need your concern,
the best way tu can mostrar tu care,
is to leave me alone.
Why can't tu understand?
Have tu tried to understand?
Do I really expect tu to understand?
This is not a teenage problem,
the excuse tu uses so often,
This is about my freedom.
tu think I don't know anything,
tu think I am naive and innocent.
But things are so different.
tu think because tu are older,
tu know más than we do,
That’s not true.
The world has changed,
We are not the fairy tales that sing,
we are the ones who could take our lives in a blink.
No, tu are lying to yourself,
blocking the truth that would make tu knelt
posted by I_love_Mikey
It would be nice if the world worked like a remote.

Where, if tu were in a bad situation, tu could pause it, and still keep moving yourself.
Where, if tu happened to be in a bad situation, tu could press “pause” and think of what to do next.
Where tu could completely abandon certain aspects of life, like selecting a different episode.
But, if tu skip an episode, tu don’t learn what tu need to learn from it, and tu get confused on the siguiente one. You’ll be behind, and unable to catch back up. Because tu just can’t stand to watch that episode that comes first.
It’d be nice if we...
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