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Will

posted by Emoshinell

Here is a poem I wrote about the boy I love. It doesn't rhyme but it doesn't have to to be a poem. Send o comentario feedback.
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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. It's your only responsibilty. Protect it from all harm. tu are the only one who who ever has and ever will touch my soul. And it too is yours.

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Chapter 2: Gods

posted by gossipgirlxoxo

“Hey” Ethan greeted me and nodded and smiled as much as I didn’t want to get into the whole boy siguiente door thing, he had a hot body that tu could see through his tight shirt, and his brown hair matched his dark brown eyes. “Hey, where’s Thor?” I asked as I walked across the cocina floor and sat myself down across from him his dark brown eye’s still no me. “Getting ready, we’re going to a club tonight” he said, still eating his plátano and watching me.”It’s 4 o’clock” I dicho raising my eye brow. We’re going somewhere else first, I would tell tu but I’m afraid...

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Chapter One

posted by Spotty_Vision21

This book is a vampire novel. Simple fact is I disliked Twilight so much I decided to write a half-decent vampire novel. So here is chapter 1
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Eve looked back at her wings. They were magnificent, pure white and shining. They stretched out about 20 feet. Grinning, she gave herself a running start and launched into the air. Momentarily just enjoying the rush, she opened her eyes and gasped. Everything looked so small! The river gracefully curved on for miles. Letting out a small giggle Eve dived. Now she could make out a few faces. Her mother, Janet, waved from the biblioteca where she worked....

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Critical Decisions

posted by rcostelloe

Coinage of Commitment

I suppose every writer faces the dilemma of criticism. Sure, some suggestions are instantly convincing o exactly what tu thought you'd hear. But others create a quandary, like a double-edged sword. Should tu accept the criticism, make changes in your work o your style, o stick with your own judgment, the one tu started with? Either way, tu could be wrong, and it may take years before tu know the answer. In some cases, there may be highlights in an author's ambition level, o sense of destination, that make the decision particularly challenging.

For instance, in my own case, I wanted...