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posted by StarWarsFan7
Ugh. Being an eighth grade student in a huge middle school is a horrible thing. Large crowds, long lines, piles of homework and nasty teachers! But lucky for me, I'm madami motley than anyone else. As I walk down the long beige hallway to my segundo period class, I see my BFFFL (Best Female Friend For Life), McKenna Winston. "Bree! Bree! I need you A.S.A.P!" My spunky blond pigtailed friend grabs my hand and runs towards the girls' restroom. "What the heck do you need McKenna? I need to get to class before-" I see Pagsulat on the bathroom wall. McKenna reads it aloud. "Bree Komor and McKenna Winston...
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posted by Insight357
    After dinner, everyone scattered out in the Temple, and Elizabeth was going to go to her room. She walked out of the dining room and into the corridor. She didn’t know where to go so she decided to go left; she wandered around when she finally took a right. She opened up a door. Elizabeth peered inside; she saw Wyatt, Lucifer, and Xavier sitting around a giant, red pentagram in the center of the room. They did not hear the door open.
    She watched them thoughtfully. Wyatt was the leader of the Temple. Therefore, he was doing most of the talking....
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posted by black_13
What do you think of this poem? Is it too wierd or depressing?

Caged

It’s my life yet I’m not permitted to live it
Because I’m sick of the tiny little locked cage
Did nobody tell you the most important thing?
Little girl’s gonna grow up someday, honey

The araw has come when the box is too small
You repressed, demoralized child’s matured
She’s become – shock horror – a teenager
Just an isolent asong babae and nothing more

You say she shouldn’t eat so much
But you force her to stuff her face
You say her skin’s bad, why?
You the one who never taught her to wash it

It’s as if you’ve completely...
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She fell to the floor and wept, and the jar shook
The araw ended on a cold note for the cold night
He had her puso sealed in a jar, fragile and trapped
Until he had his moment and let go
With little strength, she had saved it and ran
She had ran until the darkness was unbearable,
As she wept, the jar shivered in her arms

Her dark blue eyes were drenched
And her mind was a dark, narrow corridor.
Her heat prolonged in entrapment,
Torturing her unknowingly with each eternity-like moment.

Finally, she ceased her overwhelming emotions,
Now silent and pondering
Distracted, the jar fell, and shattered at her feet
He’s gone. He’s gone! The words danced in her mind.
Her puso was free, and she was free

She got to her feet, no longer stumbling
And the shattered jar crunched under her feet
There was no madami pain.
~~~~~~~~
...Yeah, I know it kinda sucks. Like I said, first attempt. :/
posted by BURITOES
Ok, so I just want to write a little summary to my story that I want to write called A Place of Our Own I'm basically Pagsulat this to see if people will like it, and if they do, I'll write more. :)


So anyways, it's about a Hollie, 17 taon old girl who has an alcoholic mother and a step father who abuses her as well as her 12 taon old sister, Amy. Hollie's been in a 3 taon on/off relationship with a heroin addicted boyfriend, Danny. When a close call puts Danny in the hospital, he promises Hollie that he'll quit and they'll find a better life. This causes Hollie to realize that she needs to leave tahanan and find help herself.


So yeah, if you liked this, please comment and there WILL be more. Thanks. :)
posted by inexplicable
It´s autumn. It´s just a araw like everyone else. I´m sitting on a bench. The air around me is cold and the sky´s color is kahel now, because there will be sunset soon. There is a fountain in front of me. It has a red- brown color and there are statues on it. I can hear the sound of the ice cold water. There are madami benches around the fountain, but today there aren´t so much people sitting there as usual. I´m visiting this place pretty often. I´m sitting still on the bench and thinking. Sometimes I observe the people in the street. I can see their long shadows on the ground. It´s the...
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posted by woofbark
This is based on a true story, which has been featured on a few ghost shows. However, I tweaked this "ghost story" a little, and I hope you enjoy!



Sariff was a kind and beautiful woman who spent most of her life around the calm, cool waters of an unnamed lake.

It was there she swam.
It was there she read.
It was there she surfed.
It was there, on July Fourth, 1990, Sariff was murdered.

No one knew who it was, besides the fact that he was a man. And maybe, that had something to do with the fact that only men drowned at Sariff Lake.

Twenty men a taon died, despite a large amount of lifeguards....
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posted by MissMuffin38
The three boys turned around to see three girls standing before them. Them three girls were Amelia, Emma, and Grace. These were the girls they were meeting. Daniel's voice was shaking but he managed to get some words out: "Hi. How are you?" He said, almost stumbling on his words. "We're fine thankyou. So where are we going?" Amelia replied, giving them her most angelic smile. "Erm, anywhere you want!" Daniel answered her, still stammering. "How about the sweet shop? We haven't been there for a while." Emma asked, ipinapakita a smile too. "Yeah, sure!" Tommy replied to her, looking at the other...
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I'm thinking of you in my sleepless solitude tonight...

Becoming Gusot in sheets of satin, I rolled to my side and slowly opened an eye, spotting the black outline of a figure lingering in the doorway. Confused, I propped myself up on an elbow and squinted, trying to make out the figure in the darkness. "Matthew?" I called out softly, pulling the sheets up to cover exposed flesh. The figure moved closer without a word, shutting the bedroom door. For a moment I questioned whether or not the illusions had returned. While I wasn't seeing Lex, I was thinking of him. Fear and anxiety washed over...
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They always sinabi that I was a bit mad.

    I guess that’s why I hear bumble bees and geckos talking to me, and not about allergies or how to save money on my car insurance.

You see my dad and my mom is traveling the world for fun. My dad got me some teachers just for me so I won’t have to be in school with the normal kids. But I think it would be fun. I could have real mga kaibigan instead of no one. Also I could also see some real doctors about some of the things that I think of. They are strange. My fathers doctors say that I am perfectly fine, don’t worry, mentally fine,...
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posted by sweetpea92
The Last Goodbye

I am standing on my tiptoes with my arms around him and he is bending down so that I can reach. There are tears of joy, and cheering. It is too loud to hear even my own thoughts but somehow I still manage to hear the sound of my puso in my ears as I cling to my friend. After a long moment, we both pull back slightly and my hands slide over the strange fabric of his bright blue graduation gown. I look up at him knowing this could be the last times I see my most treasured friends. His hand leaves my shoulder, and he places it lightly on my face. My puso nearly stops as something...
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posted by irena83
~ Chapter 1: Dreams

Love. Unconditional and pure pag-ibig was there, found in their hearts. Feelings, pure and strong lived from araw to day.
But the days were cold. Cold wind froze their dreams.
A child was born.
Dreams, spreading its roots, now slowly fade.
But still live and last in the hearts of the dreamers.
A child wasn't a part of a dream, though.
It wasn't. But pag-ibig was still there, although destroyed sa pamamagitan ng many issues, it started fading slowly like a smothered flame.
Mother's eyes was full of hope and puso full of love, so pure, so gentle.
She knew. Life won't be gatas and honey, though she must be strong.
Looking at her baby girl, happy and sad in the same time, so many thoughts were flying through her head.
So many questions, perhaps a small dose of regret.
She felt sadness inside.
pag-ibig was still there, that pure pag-ibig that kept them alive, though these dreams they both had were somehow far and unreal.
A flame of pag-ibig was still burning...
posted by Angelcatz11
Texas Rancho Viejo 1942

Bonnie's POV
I walked quickly down the dusty dirt road, I kicked and scrapped pebbels, It was hot and dry today, another great thing when your isolated! *CRASH* I gasped, I slowed to a stop and carfully and slowwly turned around. Behind me stood a man. He had wild brown hair and blue piercing eyes, He held a gun and a charcol covered teddy bear. He smiled and inchined twords me. "Whoa pardner, who are you?" I asked in my thick texian accent. "I am a friend" He sinabi kindly. I suspiciously eyed him up and down. I reached into my back pocket and gripped my fingers around a gun I found. "Dont be afraid i'll make it all better" He moved closer to me, I panicked.Is this the phantom murder? I thought. I pulled out my gun and aimed it at him. "I dont think you will"
I sinabi sweetly, then I triggered it and shot him, he fell to the ground stunned. I smiled. When your isolated in texas you cant trust anyone. and i mean ANYONE.
True pag-ibig knows no bounderies *sigh* You'll never know what that means, unless you're me. True pag-ibig doesn't care what one looks like. True pag-ibig doesn't care who or WHAT you are. I am probably the only one who fully understands this.

You're pag-ibig could be the cute guy who smiles at you in class, he could be the one who helped you stand up after you fallen. He could be you're best friend...Or someone who has truly been there all along, etc. Thats me. I'm an etc.

For those of you that don't know me my name is Luna. My parents are hippy freaks who named my sister, Star, and I after natural beuties....
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posted by kaylap1410
We were all different, all chosen for different reasons. Some of us african american, some as white as can be. But in a way we were all the same. That is the reason they chose us, followed us since birth. Macy was one of the richest children alive, but when her parents died in a car accident she was left with nothing. Being underaged, the bank had the entitlement to take all her parents money, leaving her to fend for herself on the streets. Hunter's house caught on apoy and destroyed his mother's locket. The last thing he had of her, the last thing that kept him happy. Lila was only two years...
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Here is the end of the last chapter!

Alexis was wandering in the huge feilds that were behind her new school. The long damo was up to her thighs and every now and then one stray peice would some how tickle her bare skin, making her angry. She wasnt in the mood to laugh. The sun was still glowing but the fields seemed gloomy and cold. It was cold. Alexis rubbed her arms heating them up slightly. Once she felt that she had walked far enough she flattened some of the long damo and sat down, lying back on the damo and watching the clouds go by. Her long golden hair flowed sa pamamagitan ng her sides. She pulled...
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posted by EmzLovesCheryl
Always running
All the time,
Chasing a dream
As I follow the signs.
Out of breath
I miss a turn,
I wander the paths
Ready to learn.


I start to get impatient
I'm working so hard,
So how come I'm not there yet
I've played all my cards.
Life is like a rollercoaster
Mine never stops,
It takes me round in circles
Back to the start.


There are so many highs and lows
Yet they''re all the same,
I need a change of track
Something different to my name.
Each step I take aches my body
And I'm waiting for the day,
That a different train will come along
And take me a different way.
posted by EmzLovesCheryl
Dusty Streets
A blazing sun,
pagkain and Water
There is none.
Living on hope
Crying out,
Helping others
Around and about.

Children Shouting
They wail and cry,
Willing for a change
A signal, a sign.
They're grateful for everytihng
Whatever comes their way,
They're constantly working
All night, all day.

The air is filthy
They cough and they weep,
They want to survive
They sniffle and sleep.
Begging off strangers
It's all they can do,
Someone to help them
It could be you.


-Emily Eaton (13)
My bike popped up a speed bump and sent me sailing pasulong a few feet, until i landed and bumbped the last half a mile to my normal little house of the corner of Clock Street. I skidded to a stop and threw my bike in the garage, then went inside.

"Hey...Mom, I'm home!" I called. I called a few times after that, then i got into the kusina and saw the usual yellow sticky note on the fridge. "Off at work, very important, pizza in the fridge." I sighed and tore the stick night off, then ripped it up and chucked it in the trash.

I was up in my room on my laptop when it all began. There was a ding...
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posted by hannah_vampire
A poem danced in my head “Something maybe Taken but its not Lost” Dylan had attacked and miles stood watching speaking “Loka please you’re as much As synotta, you’re evil and full of darkness”. I was pushed and bite and stabbed until they backed up and I saw what they were seeing wolves! “ aw are the Ishavaka scared of the big bad wolves”.

Tilly chased after them with hunter and josh, Wounded I was and this was about to get
A whole lot worse “ WHAT THE HECK WERE YOU THINGKING” Oni made me smile and I had to stop myself from bursting out into laughter but then sefo walked...
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