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BUMBLESTRIPE PTV
Bumblestripe padded into his yungib and looked around for Dovewing, then he remembered she was out hunting around for us. All of his instincts told him to go and find her and hunt with her. Be her warmth on the leaf-fall night.
Then he got up and did so, he raced all around the territory looking for Dovewing but there was no sign.
Then he looked up at the moon and remembered she might be at the island. He raced over to the island and stepped onto the branch.
He looked up at the moon and saw the Great Oak. There were two Pusa at the tuktok of the Great Oak. They were sharing tongues and purring.
Bumblestripe looked down at the shadow and tried to make out who they were.
Then he stepped foward and realized it was Tigerheart and another she-cat. He couldn't see. The moonlight was shining on Tigerheart and he was blocking it from the she-cat.
"Tigerheart!" Bumblestripe called out to the tom.
Tigerheart looked down startled and turned to Bumblestripe.
The mystey she-cat and him whispered to each other for a moment and Tigerheart began talking.
"Hey, Bumblestripe." Tigerheart meowed.
"Who's the she-cat?" Bumblestripe asked, squinting.
"Dawnpelt." Tigerheart replied.
"Oh, okay. Have you seen Dovewing?" Bumblestripe asked him looking at the she-cat and thinking it looked madami like Ivypool or - Dovewing! The moonlight shone on the she-cat as Tigerheart got up and streched.
"Nope -haven't-" TIgerheart began.
"Dovewing? No!" Bumblestripe hissed and turned around and ran away from the pag-ibig of his life.
Tigerheart had taken her, they were sharing tongues!

DOVEWING PVO [i]
"Bumblestripe?" Dovewing called, "Is that you?"
"Yes, he saw you with me. He turned around and ran away." Tigerheart growled. "So that was Bumblestripe - your so called mate!" Tigerheart growled louder.
"No!" Dovewing meowed, helplessly. "I pag-ibig YOU!" Dovewing meowed pushing her snout into his fur.
"Juts lie down, I belive you. I mean you don't seem worried about that tom." Tigerheart hushed.
"Thank-you, Tigerheart." Dovewing purred.
She lay down in the moonlight purring, she felt Tigerheart's tongue rasp over her ear comfortingly and she closed her eyes happiness overcoming her as she fell into a deep sleep.

TIGERHEART PVO
Once Dovewing had fallen asleep Tigerheart leaped out of the nest and went down the puno toward the ground. He went around and caught tons of prey so Dovewing had an excuse and he carved a letter on the puno with his claw saying:
DOVEWING!
THAT WAS THE BEST TIME OF MY LIFE,
MEET U 2MORO NIGHT AT THE USUAL SPOT.
TIGERHEART '
He left the prey there and took to ardilya and trus away back to his camp, as the sun came up....
posted by kitkat709477
I was normal once or i thought I was, at least, until I knew otherwise,then I didn't know how i could have missed it i mean it was so obvious but i suppose that was just it, it was to obvious and sometimes i wonder what it would be like if what happened that night never happened but it probably wouldn't have mattered what happened that horrible night because it just sped up what was already there, sure maybe it would have been easier if i had known what I was but maybe it wouldn't have been.
You see before all this happened I lived a very good life we were very rich and we lived in a palace,like...
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Me: okay well i finished the assignment and this is the final product...please don't hold back...okay here you go
ps. know that this is an religion assinment, and its about my interpretation of Hesus in an artistic form-ie-me using a collection of short poems and talking about the sea...okay i'll shuup now

Freedom
To feel the sand
The sun on your back
It’s a no man’s land
With no fear of attack
No chains of society
The sea frees all
Lose all your anxiety
And watch as the waves fall
God’s segundo heaven under the sun
Surrounding all things being
The sea will be undone
For those people foreseeing...
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Two things were killing me at the moment.The fact that It was raining like crazy on his horrible to school,the araw of school where I had to face my dreaded ex and try to hold back either my tears or punching him in the face.by the way,I completely wanted to do both at this moment.The segundo was that whole desperately in pag-ibig moment with Juaney.I was mad the the "mystery girl" that Juan had fallen so hard for and she have no freaking idea.I hate seeing Juan like this.Yes at the moment he is very proactive of me but I can tell now that he just doing that so I won't look into or figure his true...
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posted by jasperwhlover
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Chapter 3

Now, Serenity on a happier note was learning how to defend herself and about Exorcism she wanted to help Father Bartholomew, even though she was forced sa pamamagitan ng the church to conform to the earthly practices like everyone else and to hide her wings, Father Bartholomew encouraged her heavenly attributes, he made wings, of feathers, waxed together, they were perfect, and everyday, he would teach her to fly as she forgot how because of the number of years that she spent conforming to the earth. Father Bartholomew raised Serenity like a daughter, a few years later, when she...
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posted by iluvtheshow
uy Mom,
It's been a while
Since you sat susunod to me,
Since I saw you smile
I miss you Mom
I wish you were here
Giving me kisses
Holding me near
I can still see you Mom,
the laughing happy you
Not the ill broken women
Who broke my puso in two
I'll always remember Mom,
You taught me well
To do good things,
And with Honesty tell
I'm telling you Mom
Losing you killed me
Laying a rose on your casket
Trying hard to be
Strong.
That's what you were Mom,
Strong.
In everything you said
In everything you did
So now I'll be just that
Strong like a mother, not like a kid


I wrote this in honor of any child who has ever Nawawala a parent.
Chapter Three

At the kitchen, wondering when Michael will be coming down and have breakfast with his wife and children, Jamie was at the stove, making some madami pancakes and was so into her thinking of Michael that she hadn’t heard a little voice calling out to her “Mama, Mama.” Jamie was still thinking about him for a few madami segundos until she felt a little hand tugging at the end of her shirt. Turning around and looking down to see who was tugging the end of her t-shirt, she saw her oldest child, Mac standing susunod to her and staring at her mother with her brown eyes, giving her that...
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3 Worst Ways To Start A Story - Steve Douglas-Craig via FilmCourage.com.
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Before Screenwriters Pitch Studios This Is What They Should Know - Shannan E. Johnson via FilmCourage.com.
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Screenwriters Need To Understand That Hollywood Is A Dollar Driven Industry - Carole Kirschner via FilmCourage.com.
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Here is a selection of true stories from around the world last week.
1.Price of the week.
James Bolton,who is unemployed,was very excited when he won first prize in a raffle last week.The prize was a weekend for two at a hotel in Bournemouth on the south coast of England.Unfortunately,he was less excited when he saw the name of the hotel.It was the hotel where he had worked as a porter the nakaraan month.He had Nawawala his job there.

2.Mistake of the week
A 33-year-old Norwegian man came tahanan one night from the pub and got into kama susunod to his wife.The woman immediately woke up,screamed,and jumped...
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posted by 1-2vampire
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Tick, tick, tick
That sound, constant in my head,
A sound that haunts every mind,
A sound that brings fear,
A clock,
Ticking the segundos of your life away,
Making life shorter and shorter with every tick,
Drawing death nearer and nearer,
But you should not live in fear,
For life is too short for such a thing,
Some people waste these precious seconds,
Others treasure them, making sure that no tick is wasted,
The clock ticks on,
But as this sound is registered,
What do you do?
Tick, tick, tick
Three madami seconds, gone, like that,
Did you use them well?
Live life,
For life is too short to spend these segundos in hell.
His Melody
To quiet the tears
She sings him to sleep
When the morning has dawned
He can’t be roused from a rest so deep

She sings him to sleep
Night after night
And when he does not awaken
Her will to go on grows slight

She sits and waits while he’s away
She remembers his laugh and smile
Oh what a joy to see his joy
She lifts up a prayer “May I see him in a short while?”

She sits at the window and waits
The sun sets slowly behind the burol
The others say hello but she doesn’t hear
She is waiting to make the tears still

The time has come she cannot wait
She sets out to see her boy
To stop the tears
To bring him joy

But the tears she stills are not his
They fall from her eyes
She sings his lullaby again tonight
As she kisses the stone and her son good bye
Screenwriting Plot Structure Masterclass - Michael Hauge [FULL INTERVIEW] via FilmCourage.com.
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posted by JellyPopper
The House I Cherish And Hate

~Chapter #1~


Marie and I pag-ibig to adventure. However this time we went overboard. I think this was our LAST adventure."Are we there yet!" Marie sinabi impatiently. "Yep its right here!" I sinabi exited. "You wanna um... walk in fist Marzia?" Marie asked. "Sure!" I sinabi starting to rethink this whole abandon house thing. I walked in slowly and held the door open for Marie. "Are you sure you wanna do this?" Marie said. "Of course, we will. Trust me" I sinabi trying to convince Marie not to leave. "Okay i'll look for pagkain and you look for beds and stuff if we stay over night."...
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Dear record of my misfortune I was correct. Today I walked into class and saw a huge pile of letters on my desk. When I opened them I realized that it was hate mail. It was so stupid, people were getting angry at me for what I did to Jessica when it was her fault! They were saying things like : Die Emo asong babae die, bitchy whore. That last comment doesn't even apply to me! I haven't even had my first halik and they are saying this stuff to me! There was one letter that was bot mean even though I don't know who sent it. Inside it sinabi mga rosas are red violets are blue I don't now why they hurt you, if you want I'll tell them to can it, all because I pag-ibig you Janet. I don't know who wrote you pag-ibig poem rhyme thing but I pag-ibig you too!
posted by jedigirl
The araw my life became madami than reality was when I was seven.
2 months earlier, my mother had passed away due to reasons I never understood. All I knew was she was gone and Dad wouldn't talk about it.
I was sitting at my desk, watching the snow fall out the classroom window. The window started to frost over quickly. I turned back to the teacher, but she was frosting over too. I realized it was my vision frosting over. I rubbed my eyes to stop it, but it only made it worse. So I sat in my mesa and let it take over.
I soon found myself in a field of dandelions and fireflies. I looked around...
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posted by Isabella_17
Is It True You Lie?
Is It True You Hate Me?
Is It True You Want Him?
Is It True You're My Best Friend?
Is It True You Enjoy Hurting Me?
Is It True You Like Me Crying?
Is It True You Talk Behind My Back?
Is It True You Tell People Our Bussiness?
Is It True I Hurt You?
Is It True You Back Stabbed Me?
Is It True You Let Me Believe The Lies?
Is It True You Let Me Call You My True Bestfriend When You Weren't?
Is It True.....?

This is A Poem Hope Yuh Enjoy It Btw Tell Me What Yuh Think And This Is Just About Me Gettin Hurt After Being Stupid Enough To Believe Her Lies She Wasnt A True Bestfriend
Her eyes were apoy red,
as if they were
lit from anger.

I dont understand
why you are
mad at me.

Why you shoot
those harsh words
at me.

Aimed like bullets,
piercing my soul.
And It cant heal.

I never can dodge them.
The words hit me,
and I fall back.

My mga kaibigan ask me:
"What's wrong?"
"Can I help?"

But they cant help.
Because I dont understand,
why you are mad.

Why do you have to do
what you do to me?
Why does it give you
joy to harm me?
Why?
Why are people bullies?
Why dont my mga kaibigan take action?
Why cant you tell me WHY?
posted by TheAmyPond
She stopped dead in her tracks. She was startled. Her voice was completely gone. Shockingly, she saw that the hooded silhouette in front of her wasn't her mother; she did not know who it was.
Slowly, as not to alarm the unwanted visitor, she reached out for her ballpoint pen and dug it as deep as she could into the neck of the intruder. The mess was horrific, blood all over her face as well as his clothes, but Emily stayed strong. She clumsily tumbled off her kama and ran as fast as she could downstairs to the phone.
She hastily pressed any buttons she could until she'd finally keyed in the number...
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posted by para-scence
"Cosette!" Echo shouted. We ran over to each other, and hugged. She nearly squeezed the life out of me, but I didn't care; I'd missed her so much.

"Echo! I'm so glad to see you!"

"Ahem," a voice said. Echo smiled and rolled her eyes, and took a step back. Asher smiled as he hugged me, and kissed my cheek. I laid my head on his chest.

"I missed you too," I told him. He chuckled.

"Come on!" Echo sinabi impatiently. "Let's go do something! Anything! I just don't want to deal with this mushy-teen-love crap." Asher and I rolled our eyes, but smiled. I told Grandma we were going to hang out.

"See you...
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