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posted by flabaloobalah
I stare at the screen with my mouth hanging wide open in shock and horror. The caption reads: SIXTEEN taon OLD BOY BRUTALLY MURDERED IN LOS ANGELES
The anchorwoman says, "Late last night in Los Angeles, California, sixteen taon old Wyatt Starmount was killed. The identity of his murderer is unclear, but authorities say he's hispanic, six feet tall, and was last seen wearing a gray hoodie.
Now here's a video of Wyatt's death. Due to the graphic nature of this video, viewer discretion is advised." the lady informs me.
The video starts. The boy I realize is Wyatt is walking down the street. Sure enough, a tall foreign man in a panglamig follows Wyatt. He suddenly turns around and is terrified. The man is holding a sword or spear, I'm unsure. Wyatt asks the man for mercy. The man refuses, curses, stands behind Wyatt, and plunges the weapon through the back of his throat. Right away he looks dead; there's no struggle or even a noise.
The video shuts off. "LAPD is working feverishly on this case. The Starmount family is holding a private wake and funeral for their son. And now, let's go to Joey Walter for a sports update." she concludes. I am horrified and immediately turn off the television. Even though the screen is pitch-black, I keep seeing the contact between Wyatt's delicate skin and that metal sword, then the pool of blood.
As I watch the nightmare over and over, something sticks in my head: Why would someone want to kill him? What's their reasoning and motive? What did Wyatt do?
I stand here looking at your emotionless, cold face from across this empty field. Behind me stand my most beloved people of all the world besides you with me. I can hear them breathing nervously along with mines, as I take slow, steady steps towards you. Our breaths get madami nervous as I near you. However your piercing stare will not scare me, even if this act will be the last thing I do. With each step I try to remember through hazy memories what went wrong.

Only weeks nakaraan you were a bubbly, lively, cheerful and friendly girl who wanted to have fun. Along with me, we were unstoppable, nothing...
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posted by sweetpea92
CHAPTER TWO
    “Ok well the whole not kicking me thing is definite progress!” I sinabi the uncomfortable silence was killing me. His midnight blue eyes for once showed something, I couldn’t tell if it was surprise or anger, though it was probably anger. That seemed to be a common theme with him. He walked over to me and I noticed that his feet still didn’t make a sound as they brushed against the dry ground.
    “Ok,” He said, “what gave you the idea that I’m still human?” I rolled my eyes as I brought them up to meet his. “Well for...
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posted by blossomyumyum
I know I asked for too much before
I know I deserved for you to walk out the door
But you didn’t need to give it away
I promise you I’ll give it a try

You don’t have to buy my love
You don’t need to give so much
I know I asked for a lot, never seemed satisfied
The word want makes me needy
Cause you don’t have to buy my love

Wants have become a trigger
I’ll put your white string around my finger
Shouldn’t have asked
I never should’ve asked

You shouldn’t be buying love,
Don’t give it all away to me
I hope you finally see
That wanting from you makes me feel
You shouldn’t buy my love
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posted by blossomyumyum
Dear Noel,
I wish you were still here. At times I go back to when we were little- we loved to eat Push Pop Ice Cream and played in the pool every araw at summer. You were my best friend….. But we were like sisters, playing house with my little brother. Your grandmother got along with my grandmother, too- they talked to each other, and life seemed to be so easy. But then we parted sa pamamagitan ng moving away. I still thought of you every day, and every night I worried that something would happen to you. But now, you’ve left us all, and gone on to a place only you and your sister know about, along with...
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posted by graystone
I don't remember how long I've been running on the open grounds. It does seem long enough. But I was determined,devoted. Up above me,I noticed the jet planes streaking through the blue-black sky. I did not care. I did,but I'm not going to pay any madami attention to it than the sinking feeling of hopelessness that wrapped my mind. The grounds were filled with rocks and sharp stones. Any other day,I would have bothered to watch my way trying not to fall onto the sharp stones which threatened to tear my skin,but not today. No,not today...
There were sirens screaming faraway,in my direction and...
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posted by problematic124
****Please don't copy, Enjoy!****
Chapter 1
The new girl
The first thought that came to Phire's mind of the new tahanan she was ment to live in for the susunod four years was how strange. Her new hometown looked like something from a movie or a magazine.
If Phire hadn't known that she was in Open fields she probably would have mistaken this for L.A. or even Hollywood.
Everywhere Phire looked there was always something there. Whether it was stores or houses or even forests, it all looked perfect. What was funny was that Open Fields didn't even have a single farm. Nothing personal to the place but with...
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#1 ~ Find a subject
Find a subject that you like. Such as fantasy, historical fiction, sci-fi, or any other genre you like.
#2 ~ Find a topic
Think of an idea that you would like for your story. Make sure that it can fit into the category that you've picked previously.
#3 ~ Think of a topic sentence
If you don't have a juicy topic sentence, readers will generally lose interest.
#4 ~ Plan ahead
It's always a good idea to plan ahead. Make sure that your story doesn't lead to a dead end, become boring over time, and make sure that you have enough time in your daily life to type this...
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Max's POV
I ran into my room crying. My head and my puso ached. I thought it was clear I loved Fang, but I guess he didn't know. I saw him halik a blonde haired tramp at school today. I fell on my kama and burried my face in a pillow. I cried.

10 minutos later

I heard my door open, but I didn't dare to look. I knew who it was and I didn't want to talk to him. Fang sat down susunod to me and stroked my back.
"Max what's wrong?" He said, worriedly. I just shook my head.
"What's wrong?" I took my head out from under the unan and stared daggers at him. I didn't care my mascara was running or that...
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1) Girls (at the age of 15 or so) think about sex just as much as guys do... The only catch is some of us think about it for the emotional parts, and some of us like it for the physical parts. You'd be surprised who is in which group.

2)If you like us, tell us. Do not be worried about what we'll think, because we are flattered no matter if we like you or not.

3) Most of the time girls are 99% sure when a guy likes us. The only way to be 100% sure is if you tell us.

4) For some strange reason I've always found myself to become attracted to guys that like me. (Unless they're super creepy and stalk...
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posted by problematic124
Her eyes were raw
But she could not cry
It was all she saw
The pain and the lies
Her hope was broken
She felt incomplete
Freedom was wanted she wanted to be
To be able to laugh
To be able to smile
If not even once
But once in a while
She has to survive
She has to survive
It's the only thing that could keep her alive
Her eyes started to water
But she held the tears back
She never wanted
To be seen like that
Her life was of ruins
She hurt a real lot
Her family was gone
And left to rot
It was a long time
And yet it still hurt
She felt like a crime
And even worse
But she needed to survive
They would want it that way
So...
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posted by dawnisbeauty
She sat there,at the foot of the bed,holding the book in her trembling hands.Rain fell,slamming against the window.The room was cold,dark,gloomy despite the bright blue of the walls.Somehow,blue didnt seem so bright anymore..not without her wide dimpled smile to liven it up.Lisa...the name filled her mind,sending little pinpricks of raw pain throughout her body.Lisa,bright thrteen taon old Lisa,her only little sister was gone.Tears spilled from Jane's eyes.She looked out the window.Max was standing in the porch,his handsome face tight with concern.Somewhwere in her mind,she,Jane knew it was...
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posted by princess_mimi
uy guys...I'm very much nervous... This is my very first writing.. I've never write anything in my whole life except for school essays ....I will update it in 3 parts... please if u like it leave a comment... criticism is also well-comed


Darjeeling,India. Darjeeling is definitely one of the most beautiful places on the earth. Every single thing of Darjeeling is beautiful. Its sinabi that Great dangerous are always lurking behind every beautiful thing, same is here. Every single thing have its own story here. Some of them will make you happy and the others will make you sad or it will make you...
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posted by para-scence
"Alessa! What happened?!" Micah shouted. I had a long, somewhat deep scar around my face. Last night Dad pushed me down the stairs, and the railing had scratched my face. But I just shook my head.

"Nothing. I just fell," I said. He sighed and shook his head.

"Would you please be madami careful? Do you know what it'd do to me if anything happened to you?" I frowned.

"I'm sorry," I sinabi quietly. He rolled his eyes and hugged me.

"C'mon. We're late for school."

***

After school, I told Micah I wanted to go to the park or something; just to have fun. I didn't tell him I was still afraid to go home. He...
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posted by StarWarsFan7
Author's Note: "Look, now I am going to tell you a story of the life of Rosemary Vega a.k.a me."

I am 11 years old.
My birthday is on March 25.
I am very talented at Pagsulat stories, pag-awit like famous people (example: Shakira, Selena Gomez, Demi Lovato and Lady Gaga) I pag-ibig to act!
When I grow up I want to be singer or a voice actress.
I am interested in bituin Wars, Pokemon, Everybody Hates Chris and George Lopez.
My paborito pokemon are: Jirachi, Roserade, Mismagious and Meganium.
I was born in Wilson, North Carolina.

Thank you for giving me your time to read this article! :D
posted by HarryPLover
 "Overall, I can say that I do pag-ibig him.."<3
"Overall, I can say that I do love him.."<3
I was still in his tight embrace. I never noticed how warm he was. Well maybe because I have never really hugged him like this before. I was just happy to have him back.
"Mmmmm. I missed you." I heard him whisper in my ear.
"Mmmm...No I'm pretty sure I missed you." I manged to whisper back. It felt a little weird saying that too him. I didn't want to be all rude and not say it back, but I just.. I still haven't decided whether I actually wanna go through with this or not.
Granted, I did say that I do pag-ibig him like pag-ibig him, pag-ibig him, but at the same time I pag-ibig him as my best friend and right...
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posted by dancing_banana
Peter
    I can’t believe she opened up like that. I can’t believe we’re this close now. We talk every araw now. I keep trying to tell her to get away from her tahanan life. She just keeps refusing. I don’t know what to do, in all those classes in school they where always like ulat it, ulat it, and ulat it. So what should I do?

Kristen
    Peter keeps saying to get away. I should. If someone else knew they’d call social services without hesitation. I am completely engrossed in the book I’m pagbaba when Jim walks in with a very cocky smile....
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posted by rAsberrStrarS
He took my face in his hands, so normally-as if it were a natural instinct to be doing something like this with me.
My breath caught in my throat,as we inclined our heads towards each other in perfect unison.
His lips were warm and soft and sweet,all at the same time,the sensation blinded me.That he was halik me,not other better girls who'd had madami experience.My puso was beating like a birds wings fluttering together in my chest.
Taylor pressed his forehead against mine ans sighed,his breath warmed my face.
We pulled back form each other but still twined our fingers together like we were never...
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