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just chapter 2 and beginning of Chapter 3...please coment on how you like it. thank you

Chapter 2

The guard shoved the key into the lock and opened the door. The room was dimly lit and my eyes had a hard time adjusting. Once they pushed me in, the door behind me slammed. Great alone with a bad light candle. But that's when I heard the whimper. I whirled, expecting to find a dog or something like that, but instead a boy with shaggy black hair sat in the corner. I stared at him until he glanced up. His eyes were a gentle brown; his features were soft unlike Griffins. The boy smiled. He still had that childish grin. I could easily tell he wasn’t that much older than me.

The boy suddenly stood making me jump. He had such a grace that it was freakish. I could tell that he wasn’t what I called normal. I cleared my throat
" h...h... hello. I... I... I'm Hayden. What I...I... Mean who are you?" the boy just looked at me and his grin got even bigger exposing canine teeth
"you smell good" little red flares went up in my brain. Anyone or thing that tells you that you smell good means that you should run.
" I beg your pardon?"
“I sinabi you smell good. But different. You’re not from Vagan are you?"
I assumed that Vagan was the town or place that I was at.
"Uh... No I'm not. Are you a vampire?"
" oh heavens no!!! I would kill myself if I got turned into a leech!" after this he made a whimpering sound and then continued "I am a Half Wolf! And slightly proud of it" he paused "ok maybe I'm not but being the son of a Lycian has its perks."
"Your fathers a Lycian??"
" no my mother is a Lycian. If my father was a Lycian I would be fuzzier and madami wolfish."
His voice wasn’t really a growl but it wasn’t high either. This boy or thing was apparently almost fully grown.
"The names Ziff. It's nice to meet you Hayden" he leapt up onto the tuktok bunk with out using the ladder. He aimed his nose at me and sucked in a gust of my sent and whimpered again.
"Yes you smell very good" again he breathed in and it snapped me. Hey, if you just got put into prison I think something that tiny would bug you too.
"Would you stop doing that! It's annoying!!"
Ziff dipped his head and I felt sorry for him
"I'm sorry it's kind of a habit"
"it's a habit that’s gotta be broken" Ziff nodded and mumbled
"a habit that's gotta be broken. Gotcha"
That's when I had an idea
"do you know a way out of here?" he had laid down facing the wall. He tilted his head slightly toward me.
"If I did, then would I be laying here?"
All my hopes were suddenly dashed.
"I guess not" I could hear the disappointed in my voice and he looked at me with his sad brown eyes.
“but I do have a plan" with that he smiled and I thought I saw his eyes flash a light red.
"So what is it?"
"What?"
"What’s this great plan?"
"Oh that"
"Yes THAT. I need to get out of here. My boyfriend is locked in one of these cells"
"Who’s your boyfriend? What is he?"
"My boyfriend is Griffin and he's..."
"A what? Lycain, troll, outsider, half-wolf, Sydren?" he paused and shivered "a Vampire?"
"You know about vampires?"
"Duh I know about vampires! I mean they ONLY rule the realm of Darken. That's no biggy. Really it's not" he cocked is head, peering down at me. From down here he did look like a wolf.
"Yes he's a vampire"
"I should have know sa pamamagitan ng the way you smelled"
"What’s that supposed to mean?"
"It means that you smell like and outsider AND a vampire. That's the sent that I couldn't pick up" I sighed and sank to the floor. Ziff looked at me with extreme concern.
"What’s the matter? Are you alright?" why would he care? He's a criminal
"Yes I'm fine. But what to you care?" he whimpered
"I-I-I don't know. I just do. I'm a caring person I guess"
I rolled my eyes "so are we gonna get out"
"Yes. I'll help you escape" I shook my head
"How do you know that I'm not going to double tumawid you?"
"I don't. I'm just going to have to trust you.....Hayden" the way he sinabi my name sounded like he was talking to his lover
"Well, sweet pea, do you want the tuktok bunk?"

Chapter 3
The susunod few weeks were close to hell. Ziff was overly friend and I actually started to warm up to him. I got used to the way he whined and whimpered and what pitch meant what emotion. He ate his pagkain with his hands but always did it quietly. He usually spent his time in the corner behind the door or relaxing on the tuktok bunk which I let him have. He sometimes howls in his sleep, which is annoying. He curls up on his side kinda like a dog. I don't mind it just as long as he doesn’t pant and really act likes a dog.
The only problem is at night. He seems to get jittery if he's not asleep. He can't seem to sleep when the moon is shinning in our cell window. He sits at the window, staring out at the moon. While he's doing this he's humming or bouncing or both. He hums this song that sounds a lot like the lullaby Griffin sang to me only slightly different.
One night Ziff actually sang it in a deep majestic voice.

"Deep In the night, lies a loveless bird
The wolfs howl dies into the dread
Through nightfall, to the open field
Until the moon is high in sky
Pain and sorrow
Death and shade
All shall cry...
All shall.........die"
"That's sad, beautiful, but sad"
"My mother used to sing that to me. Believe it or not, Lycian’s can sing" I laughed
"Well you had to get your voice from somewhere"
"I'll take that as a complement. Thank you"
"Your welcome" he turned toward me and smiled his canine smile which made me smile. He smiled madami then Griffin did.
"Crud"
"What?"
"We have to get out"
"Where’s the sudden rush coming from?"
"I've been away from tahanan for almost a month"
"Uh no you haven't"
"Yes I have"
"no... Time passes differently in the outside world"
"How differently?"
"Well let's say you've been here a complete month. You left your tahanan at 7:00 at night. You've been HERE a buwan but you've been GONE an hour"
"An hour?"
"Yep. That's kinda what I said" I stood
"My mother would still be worried" I was about to say something when the door opened reviling a guard.
"Ok. Miss, you need to come with me. If you don't fight, your death will be painless" DEATH?!?!
"She’s not going any where" Ziff stood in front of me
"Stand aside outcast"
"No"
"What"
"You heard me, no"
"You’ll regret that, dog" suddenly Ziff seemed to grow. I mean, he's already a head taller then me, but he became a head and a half. I saw the hair on the back on his neck stand up. I gasped as his nails grew into claws.
"She’s not going any where" he growled each word. I saw a fear flash across the guards face, quickly followed sa pamamagitan ng his poker face.
"Stand aside"
"And why would. I do that?" the guard brought a very good reason why. A gun. And yet people still rode on horses? What kind of place was this?
"I sinabi move"
"No you sinabi stand aside. Not to move" the guard rolled his eyes and Ziff used the distraction to his advantage and punched the man. The guard went flying out the door and into the wall, fell to the floor in a heap, presumed unconscious.
"GO Hayden!"
"What?" I could hear madami guards coming. Crud madami trouble
"I sinabi GO!!" I didn't think and took off. I ducked into a hallway when I saw a group of guards
"There she is!! Get her!!"
"Crap" I ran at full speed, creeps reaching out their hands between the bars.
I finally found my escape, an empty doorway. I ducked inside, pulled the door to and slid the lock home. I sank to the floor against the door. I glanced around the room. It was some sort of office. The lights were off but I could make out a desk, shelves, and a chair. I listen and held my breath as feet drummed by. And Ziff found his way into my thoughts. I hope he's ok.
posted by WritingBookWorm
So, one of my New’s Years Resolutions this taon it to write more. So, I decided to make this:

The goal is to write something every day.

Starting on the 31st of January, every araw there is a vague word, idea, object, question, statement or anything. You can take it anyway you want.

Then each araw you should write what it tells you too or something inspired sa pamamagitan ng it. Whether it be a poem, a small scene, a character description, journal entry, short story or even just one really well crafted sentence.

Even if the prompt confuses you, or you have no ideas just write something! It’s a great exercise...
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This guide was inspired sa pamamagitan ng a tanong recently posted sa pamamagitan ng link on this spot. The user was looking for ways to put a twist on fairytales. I began to write an answer, but my answer soon developed into an article. So here it is.

Note that these aren't specifically for fairytales; they can be used on any old, well-known stories. After listing some ideas on how you can put a twist on such stories, I'll give a few examples of pelikula that have done used one or madami of these ideas.

1. Swap the genders of the traditional characters.
Do any of the characters behave especially "typical" for their gender?...
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posted by floraisbest1
Ms. Farogonda asked for the winx to come down to her office. when the winx reached ms. farogonda's office she told them that diana wants to speak wth one of you. she didnt tell me who but she told me to pick two extras. ms. farogonda can i go, bloom asked her. flora will be going along with musa and aisha ms farogonda told them. hmph bloom pouted, can we at least go with them bloom sinabi quikly. fine all of you girls can go and im bringing the specialist. ok stella sinabi in a sing song voice. lets go sinabi the winx. they met the RF boys outside and went in the owl. winx: WINX BELIEVIX
AT THE birago
flora: let's get going
aisha: see ya winx
bloom: meet back here in an oras k
ok bloom musa said
( diana appears in front of them)
GUARDS take them away
what??!
(to be continued)
posted by LunaNotLoony
Anna flicked the T.V from channel to channel, bored: there was nothing worth watching. Sighing, she left the news on and flopped back on the sofa, not really intending to listen.
'The war in Iraq-.'
'Oh no, you don't,' Anna muttered, grabbing the remote. Her Dad had joined the army after her Mum had died of an overdose. Anna didn't really blame him, she'd have got out of the house as fast as possible too if she was an adult. The whole house was contaminated with the memories of Mum, of her laugh, of her accident... suicide... whatever it was. Even so, Anna missed Dad like it was painful. She'd...
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posted by Ichigo127
An Amuto one-shot
hope you enjoy!

‘You know, Amu…,’ he was sitting there again, on the ledge of the window, staring wistfully outside. ‘All of them think you’re gone. But I know better. You are alive, I know it. Somewhere out there, you’re thinking about me too, aren’t you?’
He was talking again, talking to the moon. ‘You’ll never admit it but you have already fallen for me,’ he smirked at the moon. No, not the moon. It was Amu’s blushing face that he saw and it was her voice that he heard, ‘Shut up!’ he didn’t know it was the echo of his memories because he thought...
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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 and a bed, the soro 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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Act like you're not
okay when you are and
that you are when you're
not. Run barefoot in
the snow. Stand out
in the rain for an hour
and think about anything
and everything you can.

Fall in pag-ibig with
riddles and things that
aren't real and the
way some stars
shine. Cry when
you realize that life is
just one big sham and write
one hundred cliché poems
about it, and then write one
that you actually mean.

Use profanity. Be the
one fucking introvert
in a room full of
extroverts and scream
shit just for the fun of
it. lunok every goddamn
metaphor you ever dreamed
of and write them down
with your own blood.

Eulogize...
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Hi Everyone!
I've been working on a book for a while now. Im not gona post all of it at the same time, but I Will post the Prologue. Please tell me what you think! I invite constructive criticism to make it better! THX!


Prologue
    “Tanya! I don’t understand what’s so different about this kid! He’s done nothing to make me see him as special!” Tanya glowered at her obnoxious boyfriend. “Don’t you see?” She sinabi icily, “He isn’t like us!” Virgil and Tanya looked at there new child. He wiggled around in his kuna and giggled happily. The child crabbed...
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What do you want from me?
A tortured body?
A broken soul?

What do you expect to happen?
As you kick me down
As you rip me apart

Tell Me!!!!!!!!!!

What do you want to happen?
As I close my eyes
And take my last breath

I sinabi I would stay
Till I took my last moment
But now I'm leaving
A victim no more

I lived with your love
The pag-ibig you showed with your fist
I died because of that love
Your pag-ibig was only Hate

Now someone else will take my place
Will live with your kind of love
Now someone else will receive your lies
Will know your treachery

What did I expect?
That you'd change?
That you'd learn to love?

What did I ever...
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One afternoon, Sapphire sat in her room, on her bed, quietly mangarap ng gising with her headphones in. Her eyes were glazed over, and she was in her own magical world.
Sapphire entered the sparkling cave in the middle of the forest. Her blue dress was tattered, and her misty kulay-rosas fairy wings were damp from the moist, warm air. But she was feeling fine.
Sapphire took a few steps into the sparkling cave. It was made entirely of ice and crystal. Trickling water could be heard as miniature streams fell continuously from the ceiling. Icy stalagmites stood firmly in the cold crystal floor. Icicles hung from...
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posted by Attirox2
The air was still as if it were holding its breathe waiting for me as I approached the ledge. I could feel myself pushing back tears as I clutched the fragile locket in my hands; I traced its dainty designs with my finger. "So mom and dad are getting the divorce after all. I guess you were right E. I don't know why I ever doubted you about that one I mean it was obvious! I guess I tried to block it out like what happened......" I muttered looking up at the milky white moon. It seemed to look down at me with sympathetic beams of light. My hands gripped the marble ledge tighter. "Eliza it's been...
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posted by Rae-Ash
It’s the color of you
You always wore it
It’s the color we shared
As we hid from them

With it we showed our true selves,
Though no one cared
Our kahel book bags
Were our shields from some of the pain

We protected each other
But it wasn’t enough
We were like two kahel crayons
When everyone else was green

Then you left me alone,
All I had was our color orange
As they hit me
I took peace in knowing
You were in the kahel field in the sky
You always sinabi was there.

The kahel of the sun set
Is your smile
Even though you left too soon

Orange…

Now it’s my color
My way of remembering you
Now I am the lone kahel in the rainbow
Without you here

I protect my own
Though I wish you were here

Now kahel is my color
A color for your bravery
A color for my survival

kahel will forever be our color
Even though death took you away

Forever kahel for you,
Sweet Cassidy.
Hello to the cold world, I was named Max Lee Moore sa pamamagitan ng the parents who absolutely despise me. I am sixteen years old at the moment, will be turning seventeen on June 27th. But who gives a crud? You know what I receive for my birthday every year? For how old I am, like sixteen. I get sixteen whips from a belt. My dad doesn't live with me anymore to whip me, so there's my mother. She gets a kick out of every whip. It seems to make her ecstatic. Each whip equals to one of her evil laughs. She whips me any chance she wants to. It pains me so much that I'm surprised I haven't committed suicide yet....
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I don't know about other people, but I've began to notice that we are relying on teachnology way too much!

Yes this tanong has been suggested to most of us before (most commonly sa pamamagitan ng our parents). But this time it's different. It is normal for parents to think that teenagers are obsessed with our I-pods, i-phones, laptops or other. This is normal because our parents didn't have things like this when they were younger.

Most adults where I live including my parents didn't have the internet growing up. They all had to either go to the librery for information or have a collection of encyclopidias...
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posted by teamsalvatore98
Characters (just so nobody gets confused):
Keigo Shokuo- main character (Name meaning: roughly Prince's bodyguard)
Mikoto Kyuuketsuki- vampire prince/ eventually becomes Keigo's best friend and lover (NM: roughly prince vampire)
Blood Brothers/BB- this name is misleading because of the "blood" part, but they're actually a group of highly trained assassins who are hired to kill Mikoto. They'll come up in conversations.
Geretsu Kyuuketsuki- Mikoto's grandmother; retired vampire reyna (NM: Mean Vampire)
Riaru Kyuuketsuki- Mikoto's real mother [deceased] (NM: Real Vampire)
Katanashi Kyuuketsuki- Mikoto's...
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posted by Blue_Eyez_Chica
Hi my name is Blossom Utanium,Im 16 years old,i have an hourglass figure now and my body is fully developed but madami then most girls my age.

Im leaving Citiesville today and going back to townsville. Except,im going to wear a disguise,I wear a black curly haired wig and purple contacts.

I bought a house down the kalye from my sister. Im moving my stuff in today.

I ride my kulay-rosas mapapalitan to townsville and park it in my new driveway and begin to unpack my stuff.

(Bricks Pov)
I watch a kulay-rosas mapapalitan go through the neighborhood,with butch,buttercup,and bubbles. We all calmed down after we hit...
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posted by minniemeg
Authors note: Hi, this is my first time publishing something that wasn't tagahanga fiction but its what I've been passionate about forever. So please forgive the inconsistent rhyming.

If I never saw you again.

How happy my life would be!

I'd be jumping up and down the walls so full of glee!

No madami nagging!

No madami griping!

No madami constant whining!

No madami rants about how dreadful your life is!

I could be free from the locks that is your torn up mind, no longer a prisoner in my own home.

Aw the very thought of never hearing your voice again fills me with so much joy!

No madami yelling!

No madami shrieking!

No more...
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posted by EmilyMJFan910
The fiction story I wrote EXCLUSIVELY for Fanpop. Read chapters 1 and 2 first. Thanks.

The girl living just around the corner.
Her name was Summer. She was eight years old and lived on a farm with her parents and often visited the mga hayop on the farm. She had blond hair and blue eyes; she was very beautiful as well. She was a softhearted, adventurous girl who always found a way to brighten things.
That araw Summer rode her bike down the path. She planned to ride to the pond and back, but once she got to the pond, she couldn't help but notice the two small Aso laying in a heap sa pamamagitan ng the pond. She...
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Dear diary.
Wow what a cheesy start to a diary entry! I don't understand how a diary is supposed to work, there doesn't seem to be much point. I guess it is best to begin as to why I have to write here anyway.

I have been having many so called, misunderstandings at school. And after a lot of parent teacher meetings they have decided to send me to a counsellor.
There I met this man named Dr Fey (weird name I know).

He sinabi that I needed to find a way of expressing my feelings. That is where this diary comes in. He explained that in-order to get rid of my socialophobia (afraid of social confrontation)...
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posted by MissMuffin38
From within the puso of the forsaken village, the sleepy sun creeps out from the silent clouds it had been hiding behind for the past few days. Skies are blue, but only just, as the rain only fell yesterday, pouring onto the pavements below. The sun's shining streaks plaster the stony ground, creating light, dusty shadows of the villagers; their never-ending work continuing throughout the day. Children from the village play on the cobbles, darting and weaving in and out of the few passers-by on the quiet streets, chasing after each other without a worry in the world. The smiles on their faces...
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