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posted by Claudia4599
They always sinabi that I was a bit mad.

I guess that’s why I hear bumble bees and geckos talking to me, and not about allergies or how to save money on my car insurance.

You see my dad and my mom is traveling the world for fun. My dad got me some teachers just for me so I won’t have to be in school with the normal kids. But I think it would be fun. I could have real mga kaibigan instead of no one. Also I could also see some real doctors about some of the things that I think of. They are strange. My fathers doctors say that I am perfectly fine, don’t worry, mentally fine, ect., I don’t believe...
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posted by kateeuy
Jenny was a seventeen taon old girl who lived in Sydney. One araw her mother sent her to live with her Nan who lived in the country side.
When she arrived at her Nan’s house, she opened the boot of the car to get her bags out and she put them on the ground. Her aunty helped her take the bags to her room.

“We have a party to go to in an oras so get freshened up so we are ready” sinabi her Nan.
“Ok. Thanks Nan” exclaimed Jenny.
When she arrived at the party she realised that it was only susunod door to her house. There were a lot of people there that she didn’t know, including a boy who looked...
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posted by pixie09
this is a story that i wrote for my practice taon 12 exams, its theme was 'circle'
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The girl strode on, her hood firmly over her head, her eyes fixed on the horizon. Around her, the cars grew less, but the trees grew plentiful. The orb-like moon rose steadily into the sky making visibility almost possible through the canopy of ever increasing leaves.

None of this mattered. The girl strode on, her face set, her one intention clear in her mind.

The bilog must have closure.

At this thought, the girl lengthened her stride, each step crunching the fallen,...
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posted by Ms_Montana
Spotlight

1. Kalte Pizza

Es war ein kalter und verregneter Tag im November. Manche Menschen bezeichneten diesen Regen sogar als Schnee, aber nicht so Helena. Sie war nicht der Typ Mensch der das alles beschönigte.
Während sie durch yungib voll gestopften U-Bahnsteig hetzte, kramte sie ihn ihrer Tasche nach ihrem Handy. Sie versuchte in dem Gedränge die Nummer ihrer Mutter zu tippen, jedoch ohne Erfolg.
Helena rollte genervt mit ihren Augen. Ihre Mutter hatte ihr gesagt sie müsse mittags ihre kleine Schwester Allison abholen. Und nur deswegen stand sie hier.
Links von ihr telefonierte ein schwer...
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posted by GreenLight24
 4444, Desperata Ave.
4444, Desperata Ave.
Author's Note: Well hello faithful readers and mga manliligaw of Pagsulat alike! This is the sequel to the story "Blacktie." on this club. So, if u haven't read it, go ahead a check it out, as this requires some prior knowledge. If u have read it, then awesome! Revenge is a dish best served in a tuxedo! lol.

The nighttime air was calm and the sky was dyed with a deep and reflective blue-black shade. Blacktie was still giddy over the successful trial run of his mental recall technology. He brushed himself off lightly and straightened his bow tie as he began to walk down Meredith kalye towards his final...
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posted by tayandkris4evr
I woke up feeling groggy. My eyes were swollen from crying, and my head felt like it'd been hit with a sledge hammer a couple of times. Niki's head was on my shoulder, his blonde hair was dry now, and his eyes were also swollen and pink.
I slowly put Niki's head on a soft trash bag then I scooted out from the hollow tree's cover. Standing there in the forest made me realize something. It made me realize that sometimes Death brings sadness and sometimes it brings a reason, a meaning, or a story. Niki sinabi that he'd burned the tree... with his hands. But, I'm not sure if that's true at all....
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posted by whitelion
love, a word that can bring much joy or much pain
it can put the puso at ease or under strain
and as that word to each other we spoke
it made our hearts complete and not broke

a feeling unlike any other i felt
as you heavenly eyes made my puso melt
you were always the one, i could tell
cause from the moment i saw you in pag-ibig i fell

the words to describe you a poet can never posses
you were always the one that was hard to impress
you wanted madami than mga tula and bulaklak could give
because only on true pag-ibig your puso could live

to capture my puso for you it only took
one moment one smile and one unforgettable look
posted by BennieBear27
Protako
Prologue

There were at least 100 other children, including my brother, in the room. I saw two girls with light brown hair and green eyes stood a few feet away. One of them was clinging onto the other's arm.

"Jacob," I tugged my twin brothers arm. "Let's go say hi to those girls!" I pointed to them.

He nodded. We walked over to the girls.

"Hi!" Jacob sinabi to them. "I'm Jacob! This is my brother, Milo." I smile.

"Hi! I'm Luna." The girl in my right said. Her sando was blue, whereas her sisters was red.

"I'm Kyla..." The girl who was clinging to Luna sinabi quietly. She didn't meet our eyes...
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posted by KatiiCullen94
my thoughts at the moment..

1.
i dont know what people see anymore.
i think madami people decide what it is they really saw, jsut to make them feel better.
Because anything can be anything you want it to be.

2.
i dont think you relize it when your changing, because your always feeling normal, its takes someone to look at you, that someone doesn't have to know you, to tell you your wrong about self.

3.
The biggest mistake you can make it letting someone too close, because like newtons first law, one will continue to do whatever it is doing unless a force interuppts. That force can be anything....
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 Edgar Allen Poe - #1
Edgar Allen Poe - #1
Okay, so this is a countdown of my most paborito authors of all time. It goes from igood #10 to magnficient #1.

I am also so happy for myself because this is technically my first work of Pagsulat that I will soon publish.....

Alright, here it is;

1. Edgar Allen Poe - He has had a rough life filled with death, grief, abandonment, and misery, and his ways to cope with these difficult emotions were his magnificent stories and peoms that we enjoy to this day. Also, he and I can relate...
2. Stephen King - He has this enigmatic personality that makes you wonder and puzzle, and he's a bit of an oddball...
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posted by June4
A family who lives on a boat
Doesn’t want land but water to float.
Sometimes afraid to sink down
Of many holes they have around.
All what’s left is hope and faith.
A girl on the bangka is very sick,
But the thoughtless father’s brain never gave a kick.
Never thought about what would happen,
That’s why they’re Nawawala with a big reason.
All what’s left is 35 feet of rope and faith.
Believing in your heart,
There is a big feeling where to start
Never give it up nor never have enough.
You know what you want,
You know some things that you can’t have.
All what’s left is hope and faith.
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posted by zanhar1
It pulsed rhythmically like a beating puso across the horizon. I guess that makes sense considering it looked like the solitary line on a puso monitor, radiating kahel as it zigzaged up and down. I've been here before; Level 1, Dark Space. I don't know how I knew, I don't even remember being here before...I just know I have. Despite the darkness, and there was plenty to go around, I knew from somewhere that it was my paborito level. The candimals bought small and soft light, which was enough for me. I touched the flame as I always did, it never hurt nor left any burns. At the brush of my...
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