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Modern día Princess Ch. 14

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I couldn't move. Was this a dream?

"Aren't tu glad to see me?" my visitor asked. Honestly, I wasn't sure. My corazón beat was ringing in my ears. This couldn't be happening. How was this possible?

"Asteria?" I whispered. This was making no sense at all to me, but there she was. Same pale blond hair that we no longer shared, same preppy clothes that I secretly loathed, and same eyes; the only thing about us that was similar.

"Aren't tu glad to see me?" she asked again. Her smiled had faded, and now she honestly worried that I wasn't. I managed to put on an excited smile, and hugged her.

"Oh my God,...

The Broken Pair

posted by Insight357

Viewing tu from across the room
tu look at me
I look at you
Unable what to do
If I speak
If I keep silent
Speak in silence

Whoa
What went wrong?
We were happy
Now we just don’t know
Without tu
I just don’t know what to do
Please guide me
To that blurring light
Tonight

With a deep breath
And no death
Maybe I will come
Without feeling numb
tu can mostrar me
And I can choose
To follow
o continue blindly

Whoa
What went wrong?
We were happy
Now we just don’t know
Without tu
I just don’t know what to do
Please guide me
To that blurring light
Tonight

Now last time
Admit your crime
That is what tu did wrong
Yet I still miss you
And all the stupid things tu do
I will wait for you

The Path Of A Screenplay Can Take A Screenwriter In Many Directions por Curtis rayo, ray

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My Dream4

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The maid was our friend, we used to talk to her about everything. She was a black, African American woman, fairly old, mildly chubby. She usually wore a jeans and anything she felt comfortable in and a plain white delantal and head tie. We introduced her to the cult master but she refused, even though she liked him. We saw her in the mall, talking por the phone booth. Everyone walked por but i stayed and waited to talk to her. I smiled every time I saw her, and it usually lingered on until a while after she was gone.
Mrs Sami stood there talking on the phone, she saw me. She smiled and waved and...

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Magic is Behind Every Corner

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Hiya! I'm Rose and I'm gonna tell tu guys a story about magic mischief and fun! It all started on a Saturday in Spring. I was on my porch swinging in the hammock and lectura a book when I saw a twinkle in the corner of my eye. I just shrugged it off and continued reading. Then I saw it again. So I got up and walked around looking for it. I saw it again so I ran towards it and it moved so of course like any 11 año old would do I followed it. It was still moving so I ran faster and it moved faster and faster. So I ran even faster then it disappeared and I looked around to see where I was at...

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The Boy That Everyone Wants To Kill Chapter 1

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No one please make this your own book cause im already doing that and im posting this up casue im gonna see what other people think about it.

In the secret, almost spirit world of Viver (pronounced like viper), there is this very abberant boy name Eduardo. He was the disgrace of everyone in SA1 (secret area 1). He would get in fights from toddlers to the eddlers. Anyone who fought with him (Eduardo started the fights), would get in trouble. One time he fought with the most smartest kid in all of Viver. The leaders of SA1 decided that the smartest kid would be banished (by banished in their world...

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How A Screenwriter Can Cope With Negative Feedback On Their Screenplay

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all of chapter one: a Summer Surprise

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“Even as a child I had a wild imagination. A younger child, I should say. I’m only sixteen now, so I could be considered a child to some. Oh, por the way, my name is Sarah Way. I live in a small town called Ammarion. It’s a growing town found in Idaho. It’s in Idaho, if that tells tu anything.” Sarah began. “I’m here to tell tu my story. I know tu are skeptical about magic, but tu won’t be after hearing my story.”
I’d like to drag tu back in time with me. We only need to go back to last summer. School had just gotten out and I had ample plans...

escritura One Screenplay In 12 Days And Another In 9 Days por William C. Martell

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My Dream5

posted by coriann

The window. It was open ever so slightly. If I could just slide through without making any sounds I could do this. And I did. I fell onto the concrete bit of floor with no railings. The sun was out now. Shining bright. I looked down, way down, way down at the light green trees in the car park. Just then I got an idea (the car park)
A police car flew by. Moss green with its black and brown spots and broad wings. I took a glance at the pistols. Guns, that's what i needed. But how was I supposed to get down from there? The police car flew closer. I knew what I had to do. I got up and shook myself...

Life In Less Than 300 Words

posted by amethyst44

I was born, yet I felt as though I lived before.

I breathed, though I struggled for the air that would keep me sane.

I ate comida and drink, but I still craved for more.

I slept, but I was still awake and pulsing with energy inside.

I made my first friend, but I knew I would have to say goodbye sometime.

I felt fear, even though my head was streaming with it already beforehand.

I felt joy, yet my body ached of pain and sorrow.

I wept, but my tears tasted of sweet wine instead of seasalt.

I ran through the light of the morning sun, though my spirit raced into the wild night.

I dreamed of heroes and happiness, knowing however that it was an illusion upon waking up.

I looked into eyes of beauty, only to see them wash away the siguiente day.

I fell weak and frail, but my spirit strengthened the loss.

I reached for hands of help, only to have them drag me down.

I closed my eyes, to see the light.

...to thus being born again...