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This is just an excerpt, so it might be kinda confusing, but still, let me know please!

"    She was surrounded, there was no way to go, no where to turn. Circling around, trying to formulate a plan, a stab of pain coursed through her veins, bringing her to her knees. Another shot brought her a face-full of colorful carpet. Someone from behind tied her hands together in some unknown bindings and pinned her thrashing body to the ground with the help of a few others.
    “Check her.”
    That voice… where Have I heard it before?
    One...

The last time

The araw was gray and it was raining outside. There were hardly any people seen on the streets, but I ran, soaked sa pamamagitan ng the rain, down the street. I walked toward a house, but went unnoticed on the opposite side of the street. I looked up to the building and reminded me again at that time, to events to which I recalled many years later. It is in this house he lived not too long ago. Whether we were just friends, or maybe even madami than that, I still do not know. I called me back the memory of an evening that was not even long ago. We were in his room and he played me on the piano before...

Once upon a time there was a little place called the 13 colonies. In one of these colonies lived little old m,e Angelina, but there was something different. In my colony, everyone was the same; we all had mga hayop grew crops and so on, but I was special. Originally, I lived in Paris, France with my mother and father. After my father died when I was just a baby, my mother noticed that I had a gift that only few had in our family. I was a Witch.
My mother feared for my safety and made a deal with her sister. Her sister was a specialist in the dark arts of magic. Mother didn't trust her, but she...

“Hay” Byron said. “Hi”I sinabi “um….can I talk to you? This is sort of important.” I waited for his answer. It seemed like forever. “Sure. What do you want to talk about?” I didn’t know how to start. “Your sister. She’s being quite childish about this I mean she’s 15 I know I acted like a 5-year old when it doesn’t get what it wants. But this is just….well dumb-” he cut me off. “How is she being childish?!” he was very furious he looked like would explode. “Well… she only lets you talk to me when she’s not here. We have to hide the notes from her. And…...

Once upon a time, in a perfect world there stood a perfect kulay-rosas kastilyo guarded sa pamamagitan ng a perfect number of perfect fluffy horses and surrounded sa pamamagitan ng a perfect pader of perfect kulay-rosas flowers.
In the perfect kastilyo there lived a perfect, perfect girl with a perfect life. Her perfect name was perfect: Serenity Lianna Honeyblossom Sweetytreat Sparkle cupcake Beauty Mary Sue.
She was always paid sa pamamagitan ng authors to bituin in their books and act like the perfect dream girl; aka a Mary Sue. She lived in Storyland, where all the ideal characters lived until they were picked for a story and then dropped back in after....

Ah, the dreaded cliché! The worst feedback a writer can get is, "Well, it sounds sort of cliché, doesn't it?"

All authors want to be original. If someone even mentions that a writer's work reminds them of someone else's, the writer tenses up. "No, no, no, I'm nothing like him," he says swiftly. "I've never even read him."

"Yeah, but it's kinda like him," the reader persists, believing she is giving a compliment rather than an insult. "He's incredible, you should read him!"

The thing is-- it should be a compliment when a reader compares your work to...

Life.


Life is what you make it, a recipe that could either end in disaster, or turn out great.

Some people get an advantage, they start off with better ingredients. But at the end of the day, the person that worked the hardest, gets the best result, no matter how they started.

Never think that you can't beat that person who has every ingredient ready-made, because they happen to have that start in life. If you are dedicated to what you do, then there's nothing to stop you getting to that same stage. Or above that stage. You just have to be determined, talented at what it is you want to do, and...

As the Bentley pulled into the huge garahe jane smiled to herself gently. I felt Edward stiffen susunod to me.
"What is it?" I mouthed I felt my eyebrows pul together in mystification, as he shook his head it must have been bad then what she was thinking.
"Move it I don't have all araw and neither do your family." She cackled like a witch on halloween.
I fought back a snarl- that was out of line and Jane seemed the type who would use your family against you in a fight.
"She was thinking about the tortures they had put Esme and Carlisle through. They let them get- you remember how thirsty you were before...

I hate when you walk away from me
because I'm always scared that you won't be come back
I hate every time i see you
because i always melt like ice scream on sun
I hate every time when I'm not seeing you
because i always think where are you
I hate that you're always in my head
because i can't think about anything else but you
I hate when you don't talk with me
because i always think that i did something wrong
I hate that i always try to impress you
but it's like you don't see that
I hate every time you touch me instinctively
because you always make me want to hold you,to halik you
I hate every time you talk...