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100 rooms ch 4

posted by Weasel1999

IV The Bathroom
Ember had been wandering aimlessly around the endless corridors and baffling twists and turns when she saw how dark it was getting outside. She would have checked her watch if she had one, but she didn’t so she hazarded a guess at it being about 10, 11 o’clock. She was exhausted and needed to find somewhere to sleep.
But first she wanted to take a shower. She hadn’t washed since she arrived at the mansion and it showed. Her soft skin which was normally a delicate pale porcelana was now covered with a light layer of grime.
She had changed a lot since the fire. Her hair...

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The Adventure

posted by hgfan5602

I run around. I am jumping over bricks, escaping the evil Wario. I'm running. Panting now. I suddenly feel myself getting lighter. I fly up into the sky. A jetpack!!! Life-saver, but not for long. After a while I fall back down to the ground. The chase continues. I run slower. Anytime now, I know I'll die if I don't pay attention. A crevice appears below my feet. I jump. I barely get across. All kinds of danger await me now. Piranhas, man-eating animals, dinosaurs, appear behind me, below me. I feel like there is no seguro way out of this venture. A piranha appears just in front of a crevice....

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Need Help

posted by disneyworld007

Okay, well I want to start escritura a fantasía Book, and I have come up with a couple starting sentences, but I can't think which one I should start with, please give me your honest opinion on which one I should start with......

1. Mr.Johnson's math class joined together in room B3, and sat down at their desks like any other day, but it was anything but that.

2. Once upon a time, there was a school in Grand Rapids, called St. James and thats where our story begins.

3. The school día at St. James in Grand Rapids started out like any other día for the kids of Mr. Johnsons math class.

4. Our story begins with room B3, a classroom in St. James in Grand Rapids.

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Η Αλήθεια (The truth)

posted by Elizabeth90luv

Η Αλήθεια

Σε αυτόν τον κόσμο τον αχανή,
όλοι ήμαστε σκλάβοι φορτικοί,
δεν υπάρχει αλήθεια πραγματική,
εδώ που το ψέμα κυριαρχεί.

Ολοι ζούμε μια ψεύτικη ζωή,
μια ευτυχία εικονική,
από άλλους είναι φτιαγμένη,
χωρίς αγάπη αληθινή.

Και η αλήθεια είναι χαμένη,
μεσ’ το σκοτάδι, για πάντα εξαφανισμένη.

Για κανέναν δεν είμαι εδώ,
ουτε για ’σένα...

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The End

posted by 1-2vampire

As everything that has ever happened to tu flashes before your eyes, tu see what life is like, when your vision is rimmed with darkness, tu see that this is the end. When your last sight is sorrowful, painful, then tu see what life is like. When your last sight is one of a fantasía world, maybe in a meadow, (i don't know, it can happen), then tu haven't seen anything yet. As everything goes foggy, then tu suddenly want to see more. A passionate longing for más life. But tu do not know what is to come. Life may seem sweet, o it may seem sour, but when tu live, tu do not know what it...

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My Dream3

posted by coriann

I was at inicial eating cena and drinking with my friends. We were all laughing "No they hated me i swear. Anyway, tu wanted to know why i was late."
"Come on, tell us" dicho Selia
"Alright....I met this guy in a cult."
They all bursted out laughing
"No I'm serious, he was crazy. Found him down the back road. He calls me, the lion."
They all got serious "Well lets go" dicho Mandy.
"Lets all go" dicho Frankie
I smiled but I bet the expression on my face was (are tu serious?)
We all walked into the cult. Now I don't believe i explained it properly last time. There were big front doors. naranja brown with...

R U allergic to mornings?

posted by ZekiYuro

Are yousomebody who can't wake up in the morning?Do tu need 2 cups of coffee before tu can start a new day?Do tu feel awful when tu first wake up?

Scientists say it's all because of our genes.How did they find it out?Researchers from the universidad of Surrey interviewed 500 people.They asked them preguntas about their lifestyle,for example what time of día they preferred to do exerscise and how difficult they found it to wake up in the morning.Scientists then compared their respuestas to the people's DNA.

They discovered that we all have a "clock" gene,also called a Period 3 gene.This gene can...

the dream[or was it?]

posted by Sutelc22

i still wonder...was it a dream...was i obducted por aliens and in a illucive state of mind...what happened to me? i was lying on my cama fading in fading out,ithink i went to sleep but i couldnt tell i could still see all the things around me in my room.the alarm clock,the lamp,which was still on,all the things in my room wre still the same.theonly things that were different was that i was paralyzed,icould not mover no matter how hard i tried.there was a loud ringing in my ears.i tryed to wake up but i couldnt.then it happened.i was levitated over my cama about four feet.i could not mover nor speak.i...

The God Helpers Chaoter 5

posted by DxCFan123

I felt sick and went to the bathroom. I felt sick, but nothing was happening. Then, class ended. The fuego alarm started to ring through the hall ways. Everyone was screaming. I realized the fuego was right in the hallway of the bathrooms. I barely opened the door to find red monsters in the middle of the fire. I tripped and fell out of the doorway. They saw me and before I knew it, I was tied up and being gagged with a cloth. They left me por the fire. Everyone was trying to find the fire. Bruno appeared in the hallway. Bruno ran to me, going through the flames without a scratch, burn, o injury.....

Save Me Ch. 7

posted by para-scence

I stayed in my room all día on Sunday, coming out once o twice to use the restroom down the hall. I didn't see Dad at all that day, which was a plus. Not enough to ease my remorse, though. I wanted so much to run to Micah and get the hell away from here. He, after all, was the only thing keeping me from killing myself right at this moment.

On Monday though, Dad knocked on my door, not so violently this time.

"Alessa! Get up now before you're late!" I dragged my limp body over to my closet and got dressed. I finished getting ready, and then was out the door. I missed Micah; I was late. I probably...

How Does A Screenwriter Write The Right Story At The Right Time? por Wendy Kram

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