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posted by RiverIce
I sit there in my seat
when the teacher sees me
I stare at her
"do your work,"
she says.
I look at her with anger
I look at my math page
The problems stare at me
the kampanilya rings
"Ahhh!" I yell in anger.
people stare at me
I stare at them back.
they run out of the class room
I sit there until the teacher finally sees me.
"you may be dismissed," she says.
I still sit there.
"go," she says.
I stare at her.
She stares at me.
We stare.
"go... don't make me send you to detention,"
I stare at her
she looks at me.
"Ok, you asked for it, Richard, Detention,"
I get up.
Still staring.
I leave and walk to the office.
I stare at the Principle
"Sit in my office and do your homework,"
he stares at me
I stare at him.
"I'll be in there in a second,"
I walk in the gray, empty room.
I get out my math homework.
Tik
Tok
the clock annoys me.
I stare at it.
It stares at me.
Tik
Tok
the clock annoys me.
I stare at it.
It stares at me.
Tik
Tok
the clock annoys me.
I stare at it.
It stares at me.
Tik
Tok
the clock annoys me.
I stare at it.
It stares at me.
Tik
Tok
the clock annoys me.
I stare at it.
It stares at me.
Tik
Tok
the clock annoys me.
I stare at it.
It stares at me.
I scream.
"AHHHH!"
I get out of my seat.
"STOP STARING AT ME!" I yell to it.
i take the clock off the wall,
and stomp on it.
I breathe heavily.
I stare at it.
Me: okay i actually found this story in my local newspaer from 20 years back. And i'll put a symbol for town names. I don't want rapists or pheaodifiles coming to my town... okay lets begin. And i shall have to give some background history. Well at there was a renovation going on at $ which was between # and &, for an old mental asylum to be converted into a power house musuem. Anyway so this story takes place then. I think i'm not sure of dates.
$ was a small town, very small as in like only three -5 thousande people


okay so in Australia out in the country there was a young couple travelling...
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posted by Codby
This is what comes out me in class. When I should pay attention. ;)
Also some funny pictures.

He was crying. The tears weren’t coming fast, they were slow. So slow as a turtle.
They had only this time because when he steps out of this room he will be different, letting no madami tears fall. He looked her straight in the eyes. He was still crying but now there was apoy and ice in his eyes.

Fire so warm it could freeze every living thing.
Ice so cold that it could burn the whole world.

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Watch me. You will be surprised. I’m stronger and faster in many ways. And you haven’t...
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posted by liviabutterfly
Chapter [#2]

Narrators POV

An old man in a balabal walked into the neighborhood in which Olivia lived. Everyone stared at him as he walked around.

Olivia's POV

I smiled brightly as I dived into the ocean, "wait up!!!" Oliver laughed as my five brothers ran after me with surfboards, buggy boards, buckets for picking up sea shells, and dad brought out our special maid sandcastle buckets. They were big and made the best structures ever!!! Plus our family is known for our sand castles/structures. I smiled and dived down, feeling the salty cold water against my skin, it's the best feeling ever. When...
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    I walked for so long, looking for something, not knowing what that someone thing actually was. The sky bleeding with an kahel sunset as the sun moved ever so slowly below the horizon. I stopped in my tracks ans stared for a moment, than went back to searching for my mystery object. This was a great time to take in the woods which have always scared me. It wasn't bad walking through them. everything was kahel from the ending of summer. It was like walking in those stories you always hear about. Just then, a soft rustle in the bushes interrupted my thoughts. Not knowing...
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posted by BennieBear27
Chapter One

My alarm went off at 7:00 on the morning February 8th, 2017. I reluctantly sat up on the edge of my kama and yawned.

"Morning." I heard a voice say. My eyes were still closed.

"Luna?" I mumble. "That you?"

"Yep." I open my eyes to see Luna Middleton standing three feet diagonal from me.

I shared a room with her, her twin sister Kyla, and my brother Jacob. That's how everyone does here. You live with your twin and your SIDA partner.

"So, sleepy head." she smirked. "You gonna get up or what? If not, I'll eat your breakfast for you."

I don't reply and shake my head.

"Oh, come on!" Luna...
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Prologue
The wind was howling like mga lobo in the night, and Will sat shivering in his post. The toresilya on which he sat overlooked a tall rock ledge that sloped into the ocean.
“Why do I get this bloody post.” he sinabi to himself. The air was so cold up there that it sank right into your bones. Even though Will had dressed as warmly as he could with a thick woolen cloak, he could still feel the icy fingers creeping up his back. The apoy in the brazier barely helped either.
“Nothing as always.” he sinabi as he looked out to the edge of the sea. He had taken to talking to himself when he...
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1 being the best 10 the worst
These books are great for summer pagbaba I can honestly say that anyone that reads them will want to read them again.

10. Deacula sa pamamagitan ng Bram Stoker
9. The Hobbit sa pamamagitan ng Tolken
8. I'm the king of the kastilyo sa pamamagitan ng Susan Hill
7. 1984 sa pamamagitan ng George Orwell
6. The secret diary of Adrian nunal sa pamamagitan ng Sue Townsend
5. Pride and prejudice sa pamamagitan ng Jane Austine
4. Jane Eyre sa pamamagitan ng charlotte Bronte
3. Lord of the Flies sa pamamagitan ng William Golding
2. The curious incident of the dog in the nighttime sa pamamagitan ng Mark Haddon
1 Rebecca sa pamamagitan ng Daphne du Maurier
posted by ejenk1025
Chapter 2

I pull into the driveway of the cafe. I look into my rear view mirror. I look good. (Laugh) I get out of the car then fix my clothes. I'm ready. Just be yourself. Ok. I'm walking in. Don't fall. Don't fall .. He sees me. Just walk up to him.

"Hey."
"Hey. Glad you could make it." sinabi Lucas
"I'm glad you could make it, too."
"Well. I work here so..." sinabi Lucas
"You work here? Cool."
"Yeah. This is actually my mom's cafe. Let me introduce you." sinabi Lucas
"Oh goody." I sinabi nervously

Good impression. Good impression. Good impression.

"Mom, this is Brooke. Brooke, my mom." sinabi Lucas
"Pleasure...
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posted by alicia386
Chapter Five

Mason met Olivia at his paborito restaurant. It was a perfect araw for a hapunan date. The sun was shinny, the clouds were extra white, and the damo seemed greener then ever. If only she knew that this was a hapunan date. He signed the last autograph for today as Olivia sat across from him at their round table. Her hair was curly and in a ponytail. Then she wore a red dress with a thick, black sinturon in the middle. His segundo impression of her was still the same, gorgeous. This petsa was going pretty well but Cassidy dresses better. Mainly because Cassidy is rich but he didn't want to...
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posted by alicia386
Chapter Four

Olivia was extra busy today. Today was the first araw of the movie shoot for Hourglass. Before they could even start recording the movie, the would have to check up on everything. The wardrobe had to perfect. The scenes had to be accurately planned out. Then they had to make sure that all of the camera crew was positioned. Olivia wouldn't be able to receive the permits until tomorrow. So they couldn't start filming until then. She followed closely behind Mason as he did the daily check up.

Mason went straight towards wardrobe and the outfit choices. The outfit for Charlotte's arrival...
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Remembering is just an invention of the mind,
So you need not try to remember something,
You remember it automatically.
Which is the best thing that you could have.

The good times that we had...
It is placed in a portion of your mind.
The bad times that we had...
It is placed in the other part of your mind.

You try to forget all of the bad things that happened,
But it is not possible.
It is stuck in you.
The bad things are painted in ink on your heart.

The good things, you try to remember.
And they stay.
They never go.
Never leave you.

Remembering is just an invention of the mind.
And, well...I guess I'm happy for that.
So I can remember every friend I've had,
Every boyfriend,
And all the good times.
Every memory will never leave my heart.
They will never be forsaken.
Never.
posted by Problematic129
*Poem I wrote for a class project on the holocaust.
DON'T COPY*
Different in ways they couldn't control
Killed for reasons we do not know
Ranging from ages young to old
The innocent people were taken from homes
Soulless people did not care
That the Jewish were in despair
Concentration camps ending their screams
Breaking apart their families
Not once did they do anything wrong
They opened their mouths and sang a sad song
Years went sa pamamagitan ng and madami pain came
Until on one very special day
As one we all saved
The survivors of the Holocaust
Stan, the young donkey, was wandering sadly around the barn. He seemed hopeless and wounded and had no desire to speak to any of his fellow donkeys; even talking to his father was not appealing to him that exact moment. In fact, he was feeling ashamed of having a donkey father. He was ashamed of being a donkey altogether.
As the moon and stars scattered across the dark, blue sky, Stan decided he no longer to wander. He needed some solution, he needed reassurance, and only his grandfather seemed appropriate for that particular job.
Grandpa Roger was sleeping peacefully in the barn. He had become...
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Bane’s POV

I laid in the grass, watching the clouds. I was beginning to dose off, right before sleep took me, a body pounced on me. I groaned, and looked up. A shaggy haired boy was sitting on my chest, giggling. My best friend, Christian.
    “Get off!” I yelled rolling over. He slid off me.
    “Party pooper,” Christian stuck his tongue out at me. He was so childlike, but that was something I had always loved about him. That’s also why we got along so well. He was hyperactive and loud, while I was cynical and quite.
    I...
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posted by Hades223
CHAPTER 1


Jason Card sat at his mesa in his science classroom bored out of his mind. He hated science. It was his least paborito subject. Mainly because it was the last subject of the araw and sa pamamagitan ng that time Jason was usually ready to go home.
Mr. Form droned on and on about chemicals or something. Jason didn’t listen. He just sat at his mesa and drew on some paper. He was a very good drawer.
Jason Card was a fourteen taon old as of yesterday. His black messy hair never gave in to a brush which usually meant it was mangled and messy and went down to his ears. He was wearing a simple red t-shirt...
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posted by cullens-rule
Chapter 4 Tom

“it would be easier if you knew, but I will try to explain, as well as I can, you know my name is Tom but my segundo name is Cullen”
I interrupted him now
“Tom Cullen? Sounds old fashioned”
“It is, any way I’m just seventeen”
He looked away sheepishly like he was lying this made me curious would he really lie about his age.
“my real parents are dead now, they died of an illness I don’t really know much about them”
“I sorry that must be puso braking”
He looked miserable he looked into my eyes and I could feel his pain, but he carried on
“I take after my father...
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