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posted by Rob_patt_fan
hey... so this is my new story... I don't like the other one! So... I started this one! don't forget 2 comentario and rate!

Something was missing. Something big, like my heart! I couldn't find it. I got up from my own screams. I couldn't breathe. He wasn't there to hold me in his cold hands. He wasn't there anymore. I doubted if he would ever come back. I was thinking of everything I could do to get to him. Tears came down of my face and dropped on my almohada as I tried to stand up and go to the bathroom. Charlie was already downstairs so I hurried and made him breakfast. I didn't eat anything like the past 6 months and I could say that he was mad.

"Bella, I'm gonna send tu home! That's it!"

I burst into tears as he dicho the words.

"But... tu can't do this! tu just can't..."

Subs didn't let me talk. Charlie was red and he was looking straight into my eyes.

"Bella, Renee can take good care of you! Honestly, everyday of this 6 months you're mopping around, doing everything but in face doing NOTHING!"

"He's gone! I know tu liked him very much but isn't this too much?!"

I screamed:

"No... for your information DAD, it's NOT!"

I took my backpack and got out of the house. It was raining already. When I saw the clouds, I suddenly smiled. He liked the weather like this... I guess!

"Hey, Bella!"

Mike and Jessica called my name when I was getting out of my car.

"Did tu study Math?! We have an exam!"

I nodded without thinking to math. We gave the test and then it was time for biology class. His asiento was empty.

After school, I went shopping for a pair of jeans. His favorito! color was blue, so I wanted a pair of blue jeans.

I was on my way to inicial when I saw Cullen's house road. I didn't know what to do. I didn't know if I would die there when I see their rooms empty. with no COLD ONES!

I turned around and decided to go home. I wanted to be strong. But... who was there for me to make me be strong for him?! As I went in my room I recognized something under the carpet of my room. I went closer and got the papers out from there. The título was:

"Last part of me"
Kyle:Krissa, it's ok, everything will be fine.

Krissa:No it won't!!!How can he do this to me!...how can he do this to us!

Me:He didn't...he did it to be happy.

Krissa looked at me with watery eyes, tears falling, dripping from her face.

Kyle:Kris, he is your father, but he just needs to mover on and live a happier life.

Me:Exactly, he never wanted to hurt tu like this, he loves you, but he loves her, too.

Krissa:If he did amor me, he'd dump that barbie!

Kyle looked at me, I looked at him.

Kyle:She needs some time alone.

I nodded.
I hurt the thump sound of when Krissa jumps on her bed.

Me:Maybe she'll grow out of it in a few days...

Kyle:Or a few years...why is she so...upset of her dad getting married?

Me:Well, when she went to visit him, she was just there, he never told her.She got mad and came right back.

Kyle:Well that IS upsetting.

Me:No kidding.
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SAD

When I was ten years old and i was playing b-ball and i broke my foot so we waited till the siguiente day,my grama tok me cuz my mom and dad had to work,so we went and got the cast.
Then my grama&me went to a store it was right siguiente to wal-mart and we walked around then i had to go to the bath room,the store had no bath room,so i told my grama and she still had to pay for her stuff so she dicho just go,so i walked in my bran-new crutches never used them before.
when i walked in the store i tripped on the stupid wal-mart rugg,i could not get up and i new my grama was not going to be here...
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posted by Free_Spirit
Me: okay this is a short story i came up with. I know its a little bit drepressing but i was in a really bad mood. PLEASE TELL Me WHAT tu THINK. Sorry i pu that in trofeos cause people will notice it better. Okay enjoy

I start as the rain begins to fall. Great i thought darkly. I didn't like the rain, i always thought it emphasised how bad this world really is. I waited impatiently for class to end. The class was playing soccer and the other kids seemed to amor the rain while playing. I didn't registrarse in, i wasn't apart of that group.

I sighed in relief when i heard the campana signal the end of class....
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posted by twilight-rocks9
plz tell me if u like it o if i should write more.


And his hair I amor it!” my best friend Selene said. I make a gagging sound. “Oh shut up Gabs you’re going to be like this your boyfriend and I’m going to suffer.” she said. “You want to suffer then let me replay what tu sound like.” I did a horrible impression of her. “Oh no I have to go bye gabby.” she said. When she got up she kicked sand on my arm. “Bye Lena” I dicho a little too late. I looked at the suns refacción, reflejo on the clear blue ocean. I got up to go swimming when someone put their hands over my eyes and said...
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posted by Lorelei-Essence
The Pillsbury Doughboy died yesterday of a yeast infection and trauma complications from repeated pokes in the belly. He was 71. Doughboy was buried in a lightly greased coffin. Dozens of celebridades turned out to pay their respects, including Mrs. Butterworth, Hungry Jack, the California Raisins, Betty Crocker, the Hostess Twinkies, and Captain Crunch. The gravesite was piled high with flours. Aunt Jemima delivered the eulogy and lovingly described Doughboy as a man who never knew how much he was kneaded. Doughboy rose quickly in mostrar business, but his later life was filled with turnovers. He was not considered a very smart cookie, wasting much of his dough on half-baked schemes. Despite being a little flaky at times he still was a crusty old man and was considered a positive roll model for millions. Doughboy is survived por his wife Play Dough, two children, John Dough and Jane Dough, plus they had one in the oven. He is also survived por his elderly father, Pop Tart.
posted by mars15
I need you
from the first moment i saw you
I need you
because you're the air i breathe
I need you
because you're the water i drink
I need you
because just the thought of seeing tu makes me want to get out of bed
I need you
because tu can with just one smile make my whole world starts to turning again
I need you
because tu make me wake up from my the most horrible nightmare without fear
I need you
because tu can give me hope when i don't have one
I need you
because even if I'm at the bottom,you're always there to help me stand up
I need you
because in this cruel world tu keep me alive
I need you
because i know that you'll never give up from me
I need you
because when no one believed in me tu were there to stand up for me
I need you
because you're everything for me
But the most important thing why i need tu is
because I'll always amor you!


This was in my head so i just thought to write it
“There tu are, man” dicho Marley. Opal had blood dripping from her mouth; her eyes were shining red as the shadows off the árbol darken her whole body. “Looks like we’re all done here, let’s mover out before they wake up” dicho Alec. Later on while Marley was lying on his bed, the same thought came across his mind, should the others know about their secret. “Marley, someone’s here for you” dicho Marley’s mum. “Hey man””It’s us”. This is Lindsay and Slone Sudiro (Lindsay 14, Slone 12) Lindsay level is higher than Opals, Slone’s is no better than Nathan’s. They are...
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posted by funnyshawna
Life is an iPod. The different melodies, the ups and the downs, the changes in tempo, every song, and every experience differs a little from the next. Start with the tinkling bells, meaningless lyrics, and soothing sounds of early childhood. Everything is simple; repetition, a song meant for young ears, nothing to think about, nothing to ponder, just to breathe and to live. One song flows into the next, changing subtly, barely noticed. Then the words begin to gather más depth; the beat becomes a little faster, a little louder. The música plays, slow and monotonous during the school day, dragging...
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posted by sweetpea92
    Everyday at lunch for all of high school so far I would stand in line and wait to get up to the front to tell the lunch lady that “I need a to-go tray please.” Then once I had gotten my tray, I would scan my lunch card and dash down the hallway to my favorito! teacher’s room to registrarse “the lunch bunch” on everyday except Wednesday, and Friday. On those days the beginning of this routine is relatively the same, but instead of heading off to another meeting of the lunch bunch, I would take a detour at the biblioteca to registrarse my friends at our usual table, for either...
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added by vampiress015
Also very funny, don't tu just wish tu could do these things yourself?
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Chapter Twenty One

Michael stared at his wife and then, to the stranger standing siguiente to Mac before heading back to Jamie and asked her a question, “Jamie, what was going around here?”

Shocked of seeing her husband here instead of later, Jamie put Izzie down and watching the little girl running off to her father and started tugging Michael’s sleeve to tell him that she want him to pick her in his arms right away, Jamie stared at her husband picking Izzie up and holding her into his arms while asking him, “Michael, why are tu here this early?”

Staring at his wife’s face and while holding...
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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 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.
It was Mia, the Rokurokubi; she was the head, the head connected to the very long neck. Opal looked with amazement as Mia knocked Grito to the ground. As her body started to walk adelante, hacia adelante as her neck retracted back to it. “Um... Ok, that was not expected” dicho Opal. Alec and Marley were also in a great confusion, looking at each other trying to make something out of the situation. “Surprised?” Mia Asked. “A little” dicho Opal, trying to make it as a joke. The three released that this was Mia’s power, she is a Rokurokubi and this is what they do, all four of them started laughing....
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posted by TDIlover226
Eddie Krinshaw walked down the side walk of the Ulysses S. Grant comunity park. It was almost dark and the sun was starting to set. He needed to get inicial before his curfew, o his parents would get mad. He walked through the park gates, then across the calle to his house. Just as he was getting ready to do his homework, there was a pounding on his window. He waited until the pounding stopped, then he opened the window to see his friend Vincent Samson standing there with a dart gun in his hands. "What are tu doing!" dicho Eddie. "I found this cool construction site down town" dicho Vincent.
"And...
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posted by Cinders
I've been slowly but steadily coming to the conclusion that poesía as an art form is quickly losing its flavor amongst the iPod generation. And I'm not talking about contemporary poets who don't get read por the masses, because as Gertrude Stein would say, "Those who are creating the modern composition authentically are naturally only of importance when they are dead because por that time the modern composition having become past is classified and the descripción of it is classical. That is the reason why the creator of the new composition in the arts is an outlaw until he is a classic." Or,...
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posted by kayleebabee
Where did it all go wrong
what made us fall apart
I was so caught up in a dizzy
spin of fantasies
I didn't even notice.

Baby please I'm sorry
I know we had a bad run
but i know we can make
this thing work

There are lines drawn
and Ive crossed them
tu made no attempt to stop me
In fact tu probably welcomed it.

I've crossed the bridge
now i must stand and
watch it burn
theres no going back now.

I've done some real bad things
in my past, some to others
mostly to myself, racked woth guilt
but i must soldier on
Because ...
The bridge is burnt
I stood and watched it burn
No going back, no backing out...
I've crossed the line
Im in too deep
far too deep
in amor with you.
posted by Cinders
 foto por Steve McAlister
Photo by Steve McAlister
hola there, everyone! It's the start of a brand new year, and I know we all have brand new ideas for our lives. That is why I want to open this año up with the first ever fanpop poesía contest! It's basic and simple, because everyone can write poetry, and it's short which means everyone can read all of the submissions in a brief period of time, whereas stories may take longer. However, if you're a story-writer (I sympathize), never fear! If this contest goes well, I may sponsor a fanpop Short Story Contest afterwards.

Established Rules
1) Any piece of poesía is accepted, so long as it is not...
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