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I like to write mga tula and short stories. My friend turned me on to this site and I've decided to post some of my writing. I'm just a kid, so none of my Pagsulat is as high quality as I'd imagine the other submissions would be. I really haven't read much so far. Maybe this isn't the best way to introduce myself to the other fanpoppers, but I couldn't find my friend to tell her about it. I also can't figure out how to add myself to this club. Oh, well. uh....here I am. Here's a little sample of my writing:

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Watch me twirl
with my feet on your toes
away from the darkness,
away from our foes.
See how I smile
as the araw comes and
goes.
Look down at my eyes
reflecting your life;
leave the door open,
I'm afraid of the night.

Now watch me twirl,
all alone this time
without your toes
to help me stand.
Stare into my eyes
but you can't see your
face in them,
watch as they fill up
with tears you never shed.
Can you hear my footsteps?
So light, but
so heavy,
watch as I dance around
in my frenzy
because I don't have your arms
to hold me in place.

I look into the night,
and I'm so afraid,
so afraid,
oh dear parents,
what a coward you've raised.
So I'll dance here,
in the light,
where everyone
can see me.
My palda catches the wind
and what do you see?
Tell me,
What do you see?!
I can't see anything;
only me.

Put down your glass,
step out to the floor.
Teach me to dance,
and I'll cry
no more.
posted by mrs-mindfreak
Meredith sat up in the middle of the night screaming. Again. She felt tears wet her eyes at another miserable attempt at sleep. She wanted to pull her sore eyes from her sockets. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t stay asleep. She wasn’t going to get any madami sleep tonight, and Meredith knew that. She pulled off the sheets and slowly stood up. She wobbled slightly and held her head. These nightmares were going to be the death of her.
    Meredith crept down the hall and into the kusina for a little snack. Maybe some warm gatas would put her to sleep. She reached...
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    "I pag-ibig you. Will you be my girlfriend?" an unknown boy has ask me. I was struck with shock that I have a dumb look on my face.
    "O-o-of c-course I will. I pag-ibig you too." Wait. What?! What am I saying! Why the heck do I want to be this boy girlfriend?! Why am I in pag-ibig with him?! Most importantly, WHO THE HECK IS THIS BOY?!
    Ouch! I open my eyes, gazing up at the bumpy, white ceiling. Oh so all of that was just a dream. I sigh with relief but feeling disappointed at the same time. Awwww and here I thought someone finally confessed...
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A/N: WARNING! SEX SCENE BUT NOT THAT TYPE OF SEX BECAUSE I GET WELL, UNWELL OF THAT BUT STILL READABLE! ALSO, THIS CHAPTER HAD A VERY IMPORTANT ENDING, I THINK.

Chapter Thirteen

When Jamie and Sean got inside Jamie’s home, put the bags of pagkain on the kusina counter, put Jake in his playpen and gave him a toy to play with, and the moment they saw a smiling Jake and completely ignoring them sa pamamagitan ng admiring his toy, Jamie and Sean grinned at each other and to get it started, they ran upstairs to Jamie’s bedroom and closed the door.

The moment they got inside, Jamie got rid of Sean’s light blue...
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posted by Cinders
It has been sinabi that those with no words often have the most to say.


New York City, circa 1992.

He was quiet, a secret sort of troubled, his hands buried deep into his pockets as he wandered the slums of a black city, a heavy shadow cast over the sky that was too dark for the stars to penetrate.

She was a bloodnut and she watched him from the shadows, her dead puso rattling inside of her empty chest. She launched herself at him and latched onto his arm like a leech, beginning to beg, offering services in exchange for the substance she craved so much. Just a taste, she said, she promised that...
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 Courtesy of the cartoonist, Clangnuts
Courtesy of the cartoonist, Clangnuts
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...
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posted by mars15
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...
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posted by thirteen_times
He didn’t want money or fancy cars; all he wanted was to be loved sa pamamagitan ng someone, any one at all. He needed someone to care about him, not his wealth, not his ties to the rich and famous, someone that actually cared about him, the boy with bright blue eyes that sparkled in the sunlight, curly raven black hair and a boyish grin permanently plastered on his face hiding the pain of being alone. Yet no one did, all they saw was the heir to the Jeffrey Empire, the boy that was going to inherited it all. The boy, who was the prefect son living up to the Jeffrey name. They never saw the boy’s who’s arms were covered in cuts, the kutsilyo against his skin, the blood dripping down staining the carpet, his eyes closing never to open again. No one read the note tucked into his pocket cause no one cared.
The only sound that could be heard in the large hospital of Melbourne was the continuous beeps from the room in which Jamie's daughter lay.

The white walls and the bright yellow lights were too much for Jamie too take and the tanong which he dreaded to ask himself filled his head. First of all why is my precious Stephanie in here? Nothings wrong with her she stayed at Ashley's all weekend. What could have happened? and secondly why hasn't that receptionist stopped staring at me. She hasn't looked away since i sat down.
Jamie looked down at his watch, it was eight in the morning. He had been...
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posted by Cutebutcrazy--
My name is Gennive Mason.
I am 13 years old.
And oh yeah. I'm the last vampirehunter alive.
You pobally think it's so cool. " Oh yeah she's the last vampire hunter alve. You must be everyones hero." Wrong. No one and I repeat no one can know about me or Bampira or warer mga lobo or shape- shifters or witches. You see it goes against code. The sacred code of all night creatures even I have to fallow it or I'm dead. sa pamamagitan ng law it says if a vampire hunter tells anyone about the night creatuures they send some one then it's bye-bye hunter. Lovley isn't it. I find it kinda ironic. My job is to find and...
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added by harold
Source: Brigham Young unibersidad
posted by Spotty_Vision21
I shouldn’t have shot the dog. I definitely shouldn’t have shot the dog. Even if he did chew upon my prized drumsticks, and feast upon my freshly-baked brownies. The little white-and-brown terror, Mickey, belonged to my neighbor. My neighbor, an 87-year-old chain-smoker named Mary, rarely left the confines of her living room. She sat, araw in and araw out, as her precious mutts wreaked havoc about the neighborhood.
You can see it! My house, the little beasts have chewed upon everything their gnashing, tiny, sharp little teeth could find. I did my best to keep them out, but the little bastards...
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posted by thirteen_times
There he is just standing there, starring at you with tuta dog eyes. He smiles briefly at you breaking your heart. It’s all too much so you so you slam the door. Before the door shuts he sticks his foot in the door way stopping it.
“I just want to talk.”
“There’s nothing to talk about.” You lie. You don’t want to hear him apologize or even see him. What he did hurt you like nothing else could, still you knew that you loved him and you puso ached for him. You wish you could turn back time to when you both were happy but you know that what’s done is done.
“How about us…”...
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posted by gossipgirlxoxo
At lunch I went over and sat susunod to Liz, she looked up at me and smiled. “So, you’re talking to me” I said, I opened my can and took a sip out. “Yeah, I forgive you” she said, and then she turned and looked at Adam. “Is that why?” I sinabi nodding at Adam. She smiled at me, and giggled. “He’s happy” The word shocked me as they came out of her mouth; I had forgotten that Adam was as Liz tells me ‘unhappy’. I gave her a light smile, I had made him happy. When the kampanilya went it frightened me I was too Nawawala in my thoughts to even care about being late, so for a while I just...
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posted by fire_ice
What is the greatest halik in the world to you? Is it the ol "let's just be friends" peck on the cheak, or maybe it's the "let's just finish this, I have places to see and people to do" kiss, it could be Mom's paborito halik the "we'll finish this later" halik or the one that my brother, Tyler gives his khloe eyed tamagotchi girlfriend, Misha.
I'm not exactly sure how to discibe this halik to you and I can't guarenttee that what ever you have previously eaten wont decide to ipakita itself again but I can tell you that I'm sick of sitting in the living room during one of their sucking face sessions....
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posted by daitheflu4u
A Valentine’s Gift: A Story of Determination

    Every once in a while we face certain challenges in life; whether it would be at work, school, home, or an illness. At times we don’t know if we have the courage and inner strength to get passed our obstacle. And sometimes during our worst obstacles, we can accomplish the unexpected. Depending on the challenges we face in life, we still must keep our dignity, even if we lose the battle.
    The two were unprepared for the araw at the hospital, where Lisa would undergo a biopsy. They thought of the procedure...
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posted by mars15
I need you
from the first moment i saw you
I need you
because you're the air i breathe
I need you
because you're the water i drink
I need you
because just the thought of seeing you makes me want to get out of bed
I need you
because you can with just one smile make my whole world starts to turning again
I need you
because you make me wake up from my the most horrible nightmare without fear
I need you
because you can give me hope when i don't have one
I need you
because even if I'm at the bottom,you're always there to help me stand up
I need you
because in this cruel world you keep me alive
I need you
because i know that you'll never give up from me
I need you
because when no one believed in me you were there to stand up for me
I need you
because you're everything for me
But the most important thing why i need you is
because I'll always pag-ibig you!


This was in my head so i just thought to write it
added by vampiress015
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posted by TDIlover226
Eddie Krinshaw walked down the side walk of the Ulysses S. Grant comunity park. It was almost dark and the sun was starting to set. He needed to get tahanan before his curfew, or his parents would get mad. He walked through the park gates, then across the kalye to his house. Just as he was getting ready to do his homework, there was a pounding on his window. He waited until the pounding stopped, then he opened the window to see his friend Vincent Samson standing there with a dart gun in his hands. "What are you doing!" sinabi Eddie. "I found this cool construction site down town" sinabi Vincent.
"And...
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posted by Free_Spirit
Me: Okay these are two poems of mine. The first one is a translation of sonnet 18, sa pamamagitan ng shakkespear the other is an original, so thats probably really bad lol. you could say my translation helps people understand what its about

Sonnet 18-translated sa pamamagitan ng me written bt shakespear

Are you as lovely as the days of summer
But you can not be, for your beauty and fairness range far beyond
summer can be rough, shaking the bulaklak in bloom
And summer is to short for my liking
The sun bears down harshly upon us,
and is often eclipsed sa pamamagitan ng the clouds.
And all beauty erodes away,
by the the mother of nature or...
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added by roxy_cutegirl