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I walked up the stairs dragging my bag behind me, once i reached my bedroom, I threw my bag in the corner and threw myself onto my bed. And i began to cry, i cried about every little problem i have ever had. My Mum, Zane and his freinds, Damon, and all the things that irritate me. i didnt stop untill my dad drove into the drive way. i quickly ran into the bathroom and washed my face.
"Belle?" Mike shouted from the kitchen, i quickly jogged down the stairs and smiled when i saw him.
"Yeah?" i asked trying to keep my voice from quivering. He eyed me suspicously.he put the coffe maker on and sat down at the table, i took my cew, and sat down at the oppisite end.
"So Belle, how was your day?" Somthing wasnt right he never asked me anything about school.
"Why?"i asked raising my eyebrows, he shrugged and got up to pur his coffe,
"Just wondering, it is your firt araw back since..." he trailed off Since mum, like i could forget.
"Well it was fine, i was late for going back into lunch though," i just threw it out there, i knew that it was going to come out in the end. Why not now? His back was facing me but i could tell that he was smiling, "Dont do it uhm again then,"Mum was allways the strict one, Mike actually likes having some fun. He sat back at the table, and i shrugged my shoulders, he choked into his coffe, "i cant make any promises Mike," and he just noddded. And that was it i went back upstairs and he just left it like that. Sometimes i wonder why i want out of this place.

A while later the house phone rings, and i hear Mike answering it, "Hello...yes whos calling?...Oh...i dont know if thats...fine. Belle!" he shouts my name up the stairs. i go to the tuktok of them and take the phone off him, " Who is it?" i whisper to him, but he was allready back in the living room. I took the phone back to my room, and sat on my kama before i spoke,"Uhm, hello?" i asked timidly, all i heard from the other side was silence."Right well if no ones there im hanging up," i just finished speaking before i heard him,"Hi Belle, its Stephan," i couldnt speak with the pure shock, " well we, me and the rest of us, we think that you should probebly know the truth," i couldnt breathe. did i really want to know?
posted by Insight357
I went back to the motel after Lucy left. I never did figure out why she was running. susunod time I saw her I would ask…Hopefully I would see her again.
    Damien is all alone sinabi a voice. I shook my head, as my hands began to shake and my puso raced.I sat on the creaky motel bed. It was cold, and hard. I didn’t care though. I was too emotionless to care. I didn’t feel like I was apart of this world. The walls and furniture were only an illusion, and this was my hell. I had already died. Maybe if I died in hell I would be officially dead.
    Damien...
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posted by Insight357
I paced around the room, Alexander would be tahanan in a few minutes. I was going to tell him what happened between Grey and me. I was nervous, but I had to do it. It wasn’t fair of me not too.
    “Alexander, I know this is bad, but I must tell you,” I practiced aloud, staring at the empty wall. “I slept with Grey, and I know I shouldn’t have done it, but she seduced me. I tried to say no, but I was too weak. I really tried, though. Please, please forgive me Alexander. We can work it out, I know we can,” I thought I was doing really well; I prayed he would forgive...
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Not long nakaraan people believed that in the future we would work less,have madami free time,and be madami relaxed.But sadly this has not happened.Today we work harder,work longer hours,and are madami stressed than 10 years ago.We walk faster,talk faster,and sleep less than nakaraan generations.And although we are obsessed with machines which save us time,we have less free time than our parents and grandparents had.But what is this doing to our health?An American journalist James Gleick in a new book,Faster:the acceleration of just about everything,says that people who live in cities are suffering from...
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posted by ZekiYuro
In 1952,Audrey Hepburn was in Rome,making the film Roman Holiday with Gregory Peck.She was engaged to James Hanson,a London 'playboy',and she asked a famous Italian designer,Zoe Fontana,to make her a dress for the wedding.

Signora Fontana said,'Audrey was 23.She was so young and so beautiful then.She tried the dress on many times.It was in white lace,with a lot of tiny buttons down the back,and she wanted to wear bulaklak on her head.'

But 2 weeks before the wedding,Audrey Hepburn decided not to get married.She phoned Zoe Fontana and said,'I've cancelled the wedding.But I want another girl to...
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I think that the most important lesson I learned from my mentor, may-akda Arline Chase, concerned foreshadowing. Here is the walang tiyak na layunin House Webster’s definition of foreshadow: to ipakita or indicate beforehand. In other words, to provide some hint, clue, or indication of something that is going to happen.

Why is foreshadowing important? I learned this lesson the hard way. In many of my first short stories—which I recommend as a medium to anyone testing the waters to see if they want to write fiction—I thought that I was being so crafty with my endings. I wrapped up the crime (or whatever) with...
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Mick Jagger went back to his old school recently-for the first time since he left in 1961.He was invited to the school to open the 'Mick Jagger Performing Arts centre',a new music and drama department at Dartford Grammar School.

Jagger sinabi that he was 'honoured' that the centre was name after him.But in a newspaper interview 2 days before he told the journalist that in fact he hated school and that he used to be a rebel.

He didn't use to do the homework-'there was far too much'-and he was continually at war with the teachers.He used to break the rules all the time,especially rules he thought...
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Write hard and clear about what hurts.
-Ernest Hemingway

There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.
-Ernest Hemingway

Everybody walks past a thousand story ideas every day. The good writers are the ones who see five or six of them. Most people don’t see any.
-Orson Scott Card

For me, Pagsulat is exploration; and most of the time, I’m surprised where the journey takes me.
-Jack Dann

The hardest thing about Pagsulat is writing.
-Nora Ephron

If a writer falls in pag-ibig with you, you can never die.
-Mik Everett

Don’t try to figure out what other people want to hear from...
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Asia is a culture with unique taste not only for their arts, dancing, singing, theater and religion. Even each of their weddings holds different character and distinction in them. Westhill Consulting Travel and Tours brings you Indonesian wedding culture which has been practiced through time in all wedding ceremonies in each island. Yes, even in the now industrialized capital, Jakarta, Indonesia.

Count yourself fortunate if you've had the opportunity to attend an Indonesian wedding. The fascinating wedding ceremonies and festivities give expatriates a unique opportunity to gain insight into...
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“Sabohime-sama, are you really going to send Sayorihime-sama to THAT clan?” asked a woman who was wearing a light blue sleeveless kimono, has katana on her left side of the waist and the side and back of her kimono are long(goes down to ankles)and the front of the kimono is short and is wearing white shorts, has blue hair tied up in a bun and her eyes are closed, “We have no choice Tatsuta, in our current condition, if Seimei attacks us with his army, we would lose. And besides, that old bag and his men can be trusted, and I’m pretty sure they can protect my granddaughter!”...
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Happy New Year's everyone! I hope you've enjoyed the artikulo I've written so far

Courtney decides to go talk to Scott

Courtney: Hey, Scott I need to talk to you
Scott: Okay but first lets win this challenge babe, and if we lose I think we should vote off Alejandro.
Courtney confessional: I can't believe he called me, babe?
Courtney: yeah I'll talk to you later now come on we have a challenge to win

Courtney runs away from Scott and he smirks at her

Scott confessional: It's my turn to play hard to get, and I'll make sure to lose so we can eliminate Alejandro. Hehe
Courtney: Hey, Gwen!
Gwen: Hi, where's...
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Okay, this is chapter 2... enjoy :)

Duncan and Gwen were taking a stroll through the forest

Duncan: So how's it going with you and Courtney?
Gwen: Horrible, whatever I do I hurt her and she just hates me even more!
Duncan: Well, it's not so fun being in the hero's team either.
Gwen: Oh... I just don't get it I've done so many good things and... and Courtney and you weren't dating at the time
Duncan: Cheer up, Gwen you have me
Gwen: Yeah I guess so

Duncan and Gwen go back to their cabins

Gwen confessional: At least I can try to fix things with Courtney no matter how many times I... fail (Gwen starts...
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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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posted by kbsruthy
"The memories of my childhood"....
you are in my heart"...always"....

I walk alone in those all days".....
thinks about you only"...
It's an only secreat between you and me"...
times to grown up...still thinks about you"...

Iam busy in my studies"...
but i never forget you..from my heart"
the days passed you and me grown up.."
but he doesn't look at me.."

I feel i ignored sa pamamagitan ng him"...
but my puso still beat for him"...

and still have hopes....

"He never heard my puso beat"...i feel mushy
i hope one araw he will...
but it's never happend...!!!


" he is still a bachelor now.."

time to realize " am not in his "HEART"..and his feelings toward me a brittle"...
Prologue

The sun is just minutos from rising and the night is growing lighter. An alter made entirely of blue marble, jade, and amethyst is illuminated. Two tiny mga sanggol lie on tuktok writhing and screaming in discomfort. They are naked, only a few days old and the chill of the stone slowly seeping into their Buto will surely kill them. The larger of the two will not stop screaming while her twin just sobs quietly.
Their frail mother stands a few feet away determined to finish what she came here to do but her eyes are bloodshot and red raw from her constant tears. But she is not alone. Her husband...
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Prologue

Slowly consciousness came back to me. My head was pounding, it felt like it was going to explode. Especially at the back of my head something was wrong. I knew it, I felt it, yet I couldn’t get my head around how I got it exactly. I tried to get my hand up to touch my head and make out what was going on exactly, but soon found out I couldn’t get it up. It was strapped onto something. Slowly I took a deep breath, held it and let it go. The pounding didn’t stop, but it did help me to be able to start make out some stuff around me. I couldn’t open my eyes yet, but my ears gave...
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