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“‘Catcher in the Rye,’ of course,” responded the Vampire Diaries’ actor to a MobioINsider user fan asking if he had a favorito! book.

Paul Wesley may not yet be as big as Brad Pitt o Johnny Depp o even Channing Tatum but he already has the makings of an adored TV star. He loves his fans, and he is known in the Hollywood circulo, círculo as one of the most polite celebridades today. And if tu would just find time browsing through his social media accounts—which was humongous and lively, por the way—you’d see how he makes time for his fans. He is one of the busiest “INfluencers on MobioINSider,...
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 Salleria and some other characters that will soon be involved in the series
Salleria and some other characters that will soon be involved in the series
~NOTE: This series has several POVs. Each episode will have a POV at the top. (POV means point of view) Don't ask about if there will be a a boy's point of view. I only do the girls. If I make a sequel to a series I will add the boy's POV.~

~Salleria's POV~

I had heard someone call my name from down in the música hall. I walked over to the música hall seeing all of the rockers there. "Salleria! Over here!" I heard someone call I looked around and saw someone waving their tail calling to me. A cat? I thought. Why would a cat want to talk to me? I walked over to the cat and saw her pull out her...
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"Welcome to Paris!", her father, Irobin, said.
The old brown horse pulled the wood caravan into the city. Adeena looked around anxiously and wished she could just see everything at once. Although her family traveled, they had never exactly been to a city- not to settle down in. It occurred to Adeena that this was going to be her new home. She looked around skeptically- there was hardly an inch of nature to be seen. Not one. Just what seemed to be miles upon miles of little wood shops and homes, all side por side with the only el espacio being the roads and sidewalks. This was strange, the wagon was...
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My name is Carle and I am one of the few immune humans to walk a war torn living dead infested world. Let me take tu back to before it started 4 years prior to the initial outbreak a couple of millionaires bought an entire colina and fortified it. The middle and upper part of the colina was cleared and a 60 ft. steel enforced concrete muro was put up, the bottom of the colina was encircled with a 30 ft. steel encased concrete wall. Some of the surrounding flatland was also cleared and minimum defenses were put up. Obviously these millionaires knew something we didn’t. This fortress - we locals...
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 Daniel Radcliffe: Reasons to amor him
Daniel Radcliffe: Reasons to love him
"NOTE: please comentario if I got anything wrong"

10) He tries his hardest to play the part of Harry Potter and he has never ever stop from living his dream of actuación and he will always be Harry Potter to us!

9) His parents dicho no to Christopher Columbus's offer for Dan to audition in private for the role of Harry Potter! Until Alan Radcliffe(his father) came in to the bathroom where Dan was, and told him that he got the part. Dan quickly bursted into tears after hearing that he won the part! ( that should deserve AWWWW!)

8) In every school reportar it dicho one o less the same thing which was:...
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Victoria, a scuba diver, was getting ready to go scuba diving at the Ocean. She always loves to go scuba diving even if it's 10 degrees outside. She has always dicho the Ocean is too big to see everything on your first trip. Victoria has talked her friend, Ashley, to go with her. Victoria is heading over to Ashley's house to pick her up.

They just arrived to the Ocean, and they are putting on their scuba diving swim suits. "It's time to go in the Ocean," dicho Victoria. "Okay lets go then," dicho Ashley. They went and jumped into the Ocean, and they are now swimming deeper into the Ocean. They...
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 Senfinelin Forest
Senfinelin Forest
Aznr ran down the colina to the edge of the cliff. fallen trees scattered the ground and there was no sign of life. Aznr's hair blew back in the wind and memories of the past filled his head...

*Flashback*

Aznr heard a scream that rang through the forest.
Airellion! he thought, immediately recognizing his voice.
'Aznr! LightWater!' he heard the scream again.
This time he ran through the forest towards him. Aznr burst into the clearing and saw Airellion. He had an arrow in his throat and one in his arm. He was surrounded por an army of goblins, all heavily armed.
'Airellion!' called Aznr.
Aznr raised...
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June 17th 100,000,000 BC 12 O'clock at night
Four children are born, quadruplets, the youngest born at the strike of midnight. The first child is named Queverial, the segundo Ceelarion, the third Ierailiasha, and the last one is named Mist. The father decides the last child should have a complex name as the others do but the mother has made up her mind that Mist is the perfect name.
Then she sends them through the mirror of fate to find there destiny. They may never return if they do not find it in time.

January 21st 9,999,990 BC 3:30 P.M.
The children grow up living in the chosen lands behind the...
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How To Save a Life (story inspired por song por The Fray)
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--------step one tu say we need to talk, he walks.
you say sit down it's just talk.
he smiles politely back at you,
you stare politely right on thru.-----------
''scott we need to talk'' artemis said. scott stood up. ''i need to do something first'' he muttured. the lie felt wrong on his lips but he didnt want to talk. he knew what artemis would say and he didnt feel like arguing right now. ''sit down it's just a talk'' she muttured. scott looked at her weighing his options. talk to artemis o leave....
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My name is Timothy Roger Cole III. This is más o less my story.
Well, mine and about a half dozen others. So for the sake of convenience I'm going to tell this story to tu from a third person perspective, and not always narrate it from my own point of view - since I wasn't present for some of the important stuff, and it'd be easier to tell tu what happened than recount the tedious discussions on this stuff that I had to go through to get anything remotely resembling a full picture of the events.
I hope tu appreciate the things I go through for you. Anyhow, let us begin.

Timothy Roger Cole...
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posted by StarPotterRings
Hows it going do tu think?

Our story begins with an elf gliding through the trees. His lean body let him jump from árbol to árbol as if he were flying.
It was spring, his favorito! time of the year. The daffodils and forsythia were in bloom, and the trees were once again turning green. He stopped on a particularly large branch and looked up into the clear sky. His dark blue eyes without the memories of the horrors of war, his skin without the scars of the torture it brings. For he was yet young, and all the time he has been alive has been peaceful.
He flew once más through the trees. He loved...
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posted by queenpalm
Chapter 2
"Please! Please! Please!" I begged. My parents exchanged glances, then looked back at me.
"You want a lemur, Mana?" Mr. Walker asked.
"Yes! Please! I'll take really good care of her!" I pleaded.
"How much would it cost to take care of it?" Mrs. Walker asked.
"Well, they eat fruit, and not much because they're so small. Plus, this lémur, lemur was circus trained, so she shouldn't need anything special."
"What about health, and the veterinarians?"
"I'll turn 12 in a week, so I can babysit más often. I can use that money to pay for the vet's bill," I said, really having no idea. I just agreed to...
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CHAPTER NINE:
On the drive back to my apartment, I cannot help but feel something is amiss. What it is, I don’t have a clue. As I continue the drive, I once más delve into my past…
CRYSTAL FALLS: 1850
I awaken an hora later, still in pain from the sun’s rays. I feel Perry’s dried blood on my face, and find myself disgusted at what I have done. I cannot believe the situation I’ve landed myself in. About ten minutos later, Perry returns to the cave. From where I do not care, o even want to know. I feel nothing but burning hatred and contempt for him. I still do not know what prevented...
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CHAPTER SEVEN:
I return to my apartment, and turn off the police radio, which is only reporting the incident I was involved with earlier that night. I suddenly feel tired once again, and this shocks me. As I lay back on the couch, I continue thinking of Pike, and my first night of being a vampire.
CRYSTAL FALLS: 1850
I hesitate, and then follow Perry outside. Only moments ago, I found myself full of anger, yet at the same time, worry, although not for my own sake, but for my father’s, who is still asleep in the other room. For some odd reason, I am in pain, not from my wound, which has disappeared...
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A shadowy figure silently brushed the silken curtains aside as she slipped through the open window and stepped into the dark chamber. Passing a small mesa, tabla and a bed, the zorro, fox quickly headed towards a cabinet that stood against the far wall.
Beaded necklaces hung above a oval mirror that was set in the center. Her eyes rested on a miniature strongbox half hidden behind the mirror.
Paying no heed to the deafening clatter coming from the oblivious guest downstairs, she skillfully picked the tiny lock and raised the lid. It was hard to tell what was what in the darkness, so she emptied it into...
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My name is Annabelle. I am sixteen and I am beaten.

I lived with my dad and mom in that trailor park on the edge of town between the bar and the strip of stores everyone avoids. We lived happily until my mom, Mary, died in that car crash five years ago. My dad became depressed, drinking alcohol and gambling. He was soon unemployed, so to keep the trailor I had to drop out of school. He is now a deep alcoholic and gambles with his buddies every other day.

Whenever we run out of spirits he hits me. He keeps hitting me until I go to the bar nearby and get more. This happens every two days por his...
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My breath came out in a white, frozen nube before me and smelled heavily of my mint gum. My footsteps’ sounds were wet on the sidewalk. It had rained just before I left the bookstore and, just por my luck, someone estola my car (boy, was my dad going to have a cow when he hears that…), so I had to walk all the way inicial in the wet night, all por myself. I prayed silently that I would be able to find my way because I was new in town and barely knew where everything was. I had to use a crappy GPS to find the bookstore. I was just lucky I found it.
    The town was Cassidy....
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Hiya! First stab at adding something I wrote to the escritura spot. This is a cliche little story inspired por the Mayday Parade song "One Man Drinking Games." comentarios would mean the world. (:

And tu swore tu saw me laughing, and I swore I saw tu smile
And the time we've spent together was meant to last us quite a while
As I take this piece of tu with me I'll carry to my grave
Knowing that for someone you're an ángel sent to save


He touched the tip of his index finger to each of the freckles that dotted her arm. He drew patterns, connecting the delicate dots into hearts and mariposas and lopsided...
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Scarlet's P.O.V

I woke up feeling the rough but smooth texture of my worn down bed. I looked around tiredly yawning getting up to change I got my things and headed out. The village was mostly quiet rarely its loud. Our village was very poor. I went in the woods we were banned from going in their. I went in anyways I went alone I had no buddies at all. I was in woods shooting some arrows It was like 98 degrees out I was sweating. Their was a ant on my arm I tapped and hit my hand and shacked it when water swooshed up. I curiously tried again I moved my arm up and the water rose up. I smiled in...
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posted by Insight357
“I want to go home,” I groaned noisily, smacking my head onto the gray mesa, tabla my friends and I sat at. I was in my first period physics class with my group of friends. It was the segundo día of the school año and all looked as it had for the past three years.

Chris glanced over at me with dull blue eyes. “Yeah, well I do to, so shut up,” she replied with a grumpy sigh. No one was in a particularly good mood this time of morning, well Jeydon was, but that probably had something to do with the fact that she was used to getting up at the crack of dawn.

“Who pissed in your Cheerios this...
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