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Marley was bleeding from his wound, he was fighting the same sort of creature as the others, it was small but it was fast plus its forearms are used like clubs. The creature had marks all over its body, due to Marley’s elbows and knees. It swung its arm again, hitting Marley straight in the shin, Marley was quick to react and slash up the creatures face. It left four claw like marks on its face; Marley looked at his hand and notice that his nails had pointed, as the creature wiped it’s eye he looked at Marley and saw that his eyes had become yellow. Marley quickly struck the creature in the face and made it tumble until it hit the wall. It stood up and said something in a strange language. The creature ran in a different direction, quicker then Marley could see. Marley followed it but it vanished from sight, now that it was gone, he had to find a way out.
Opal and Mia took the chance and bolted at the dark figure, it was the same creature like the other but smaller like a child, it ran away, so the girls followed it. It was fast and the girls had trouble keeping up, but at the end they saw a light, so they ran for it. The creature turned another way but they kept going forward. When the reached it they saw the field and jumped out of the cave, they laid on the grass, exhausted from the run. Then a huge pile of rubble flew from the cave, it was Marley and Alec, with five little creatures running in all directions, hiding from the sun. “Come here you little bastards” Said Marley trying to step on them. Opal and Mia smiled that they were ok. “Their Gremlins” Said Mia. Alec and Marley ignored what Mia said and continued to kick the Gremlins around.
They decided to keep moving since their injuries were low and they still had to find the Karkadann. “Well they got past the Gremlins” Said Parvulo. Grito was sitting in a tree, with Parvulo on his shoulder; he was holding a strange type of frutas with Parvulo taking bites out of it. “They are getting close to the Karkadann” Said Grito just before taking a bite into the fruit. The four of them moved on ahead, while Grito and Parvulo followed. As they walked, Mia pulled out a laptop from her bag. “What are you doing? Opal Asked. “I’m trying to find some information about this creature we’re looking for, the Karkadann, was it?” Mia Said while typing it up. There was not much information on it other than it saying that it’s similar to a unicorn. “So we’re looking for a pansy?” Marley Asked. Searching was harder than ever, no luck what so ever, until Alec spotted something.
“I’m guessing that’s it” Said Alec. As they all looked his way and saw it. A fairly large creature, which looked like a rhinoceros, with tan colour fur, and a large white horn on the end of their nose. There were three of them; they were all about the same height. “How the hell do we capture that thing” Marley Said. Alec had already charged at the creature. “For the sake of meaningless battle!” Alec shouted while jumping into the air ready to soco one of the beasts. His soco connected but with no damage. The beast was not pleased, he nonched Alec with its thigh and knocked him to the ground. Marley came up and tried to grab the beast from the stomach, but it simply shook him off. The other Karkadann soon chased after the two going in circles, for such a large creature they were fast.
Can you hear me (OST-Beethoven Virus)

Even though it hurts but a little, tears form
My coração screams out
If I pass in front of you, beside you
You were my whole world
I want only you
But I can't breathe when I'm in front of you

As if you weren't my destiny
As if this was just a fleeting moment
Next to you, who just let me go so easily
I go closer to you step por step
Although I cannot mover at all

You make me restless, you make me cry
Like a fool, like a child
I want to just laugh it off instead

The closer I get to you
Although I get mais scared
I guess I cannot stop this love

Why is it just my amor that is late...
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posted by Kimi4312
heres a song about me and my boyfriend enjoy :)Lyrics:
As a very small girl, I met a boy, hes so sweet,

I was shy and he wasn't, he always watch out,

He never left my side, I never left his side,

Because we're stuck together,

Always be stuck together,

His new girlfriend showed up but I don't like her,

He is blinded por her but I know her amor is a lie,

I seen him being unhappy everyday since she show

But I ask oi wanna hang out at my house,

Then he said yeah and we start hanging out,

We are stuck together and always will be,

I have been stuck to his side forever,

Then we been playing video games and laughing,...
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I starred down at the skinny "liar" in my hands.I couldn't be pregnant.Pregnancy test could be wrong right?At that moment I didn't know whether i should scream or pass out."What happened to perfect little Annie?" I thought to myself."The one who had gotten into a ivy league school and would be attending in the fall?Well she was gone now,along with her virginity."
In case you hadn't figured it out already,I'm Annie,Annie Green and I'm PREGNANT!Shivers went down my spine as the words echoed in my head.This was my fault;and Emett's of course.Emett is the "thing's" father."That's even if I have...
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posted by VAMPirella1997
this my poem...I just wrote it randomly...Don't know if it's any good...what do you think?

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If you amor him,
Tell him so.
If you amor him,
Tell him not to go.

The very worst,
He can do,
The very worst,
He can do is say no.

Don’t hide away,
Wishing all day,
Don’t hide away,
Just come out and say.

“Yes, I amor you,
I’ve told you so.
And if you amor me,
Please don’t go.”

“Yes, I amor you,
I’ve told you so.
And if you amor me,
Please don’t go.”

“Please, please,
Please don’t go.
Please, please.
Please, please don’t go.”

So, if you amor him,
Tell him so.
If you amor him,
Tell him not to go.

The very worst,
He can do,
The very worst,
He can do is say no.
posted by lilacool
Little raindrops shiny,silver,
Dropping silently into the river.
A girl sitting quiet,alone,
Her smile is fading,her hope is gone.
It faded really long ago,
That sounds sad,i know.
She quickly wipes away a tear,
It's her secret so no one can hear.
She secretly cries every night,
It's her fate,so she cant fight.
She touches a raindrop and goes back inside,
She is so lost,she's losing her pride.
All she asks for is a friend,
Someone to be there and understand.
So help her to make her dream come true,
There's always something you can do.
posted by T-lover
what I'm composição literária isn't exactly an artigo , but I hope you will enjoy it ^_^ ..

Girl; Do I ever cruz you'r mind ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Do you like me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Do you want me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Would you cry if I left ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Would you live for me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Would you do anything for me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Choose me or you'r life ?
Boy; My life .

The girl runs away in shock and pain and the boy runs after her and says ....

*The reason you never cruz my mind is because you are always on my mind .
*The reason why I don't like you is because I amor you .
*The reason I don't want you is because I need you .
*The reason I wouldn't cry if you left is because I would die if you left .
*The reason I wouldn't live for you is because I would die for you .
*The reason why I'm not willing to do you anything for you is because I would do everything for you .
*The reason I chose my life is because you are my life .
posted by Bella_Swan3
Taylor had never shadow-walked with no destination in mind. Shadow walking was something she was slightly afraid to do. It made her feel unbalanced, as if she had been given too much control. Like standing on the edge of a cliff, the wind pushing you to jump, and some part of you secretly wanting to succumb to it's persuasive power.

She opened her eyes to the flat, glassy expanse of water in front of her. The tiny sliver of the moon was distorted por the waves.

Granted, shadow walking allowed her to appear wherever she wanted, but to her, it also served as a constant reminder that she was not...
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slowly climbing

inch por inch

bringing me closer

to my doom

borboletas of

anticipation

flutter nervously

in my stomach

knuckles whiten

jaws clench

what have I

gotten myself into

the suspense

is killing me

I'm going to hate it

I'm going to amor it

I might lose my lunch

but I don't care

heaven help me

here it comes...

...

I hold my breath...

...

and then
I scream
my stomach
drops
my breath
is stolen
my heart
is pounding
adrenaline
courses
through
my veins
amid screams
of sweet terror
I fling up
my hands
and ride on
the wings
of Thrill!
posted by gossipgirlxoxo
I walked in and saw Dawn and Thor. I walked over and gave them both a look. “Where are mom and dad” I asked looking around the house. Dawn smile. “Still in Australia” I looked at Dawn with a confused smile. “Well then what’s going on” I asked. I was angry at Thor and Dawn and not because of Liz or that mom and dad were still in Australia, but because they weren’t telling me anything. “Well?” I asked. Thor looked at me but he didn’t smile he just stared at me. “We were told to go home, we don’t know anything” he said in a molusco voice. I heard a bang, I turned and saw...
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posted by CheeryDavis
Hi, so this is my first story put on here! It's in poem style so i thought what the feno i'll post it! so here it is:

the sky turns black and gray
all the color withers away
but in your arms i will stay
come what may

the lights could dim
the sky could fall
the world could stand still
but your arms are all i can feel
and in them i will stay
come what may

the waves come crashing
pulling me into the deep
but your arms are all i can feel washing over me
and as you pull me up and hold me close
i know that you will never let go
in your arms i will stay come what may

the sky shines bright for the first time is...
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posted by iluvtheshow
I remember the dia I fell in love.
Not just simple love.
No, this was head over heels, I'd die for you love.
I remember where I fell in love.
A small middle school in a small town.
A place you could easily miss.
I remember the my matchmaker.
A short women, but with mais fogo then you could ever imagine.
mais passion for what she does then I had ever seen.
I remember my girlfriends who were with me.
My athletic, sassy, fun-loving chicks.
My flirting consultants.
I remember him.
Good God, he was beautiful.
Yes, I remember the dia I fell in love.
True Love.
Head over heels love.
With..................
Basketball.

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This is dedicated to my first real basquetebol, basquete coach. She taught me not just how to play basketball, but how to be part of a team. I have so much respect for her and I know I should thank her everyday for helping me fall in love. For Coach Joy.
posted by CullensFinest13
You hurt me I hope you die I cant belive I trusted you I cant belive I loved you I cant belive I stayed up and worried that you wouldnt call. I cant belive that i loved you i trusted you and cared for you. im tired of you its time i let you go but your always there you wont leave me alone...its time for you to leave so never come back walk out of my life i am going to lock my door and never let you back in stay out so i can be happy you need you need to die let me live my own life you shouldnt be controlling me anymore im not property im a human and i dont belong to the likes of you, you were...
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posted by vampiress015
I presuming we all joined this spot 'cos we amor to write, right? If so then you all know what I'm talking about when I say that we all amor our main characters and sometimes want to make them the best people in the world.

B-O-R-I-N-G

Yes, we want to make our main character gets the best out of the story, since it's their story. But if they're the best people in the world it doesn't really make them believable and then the reader just doesn't care about them (which is hard to understand cos we as the writer amor em, but unfortunantley it's true)

So here is my step-by-step guide to make sure that...
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posted by Sweet_Pants
Just a poem. I hope it isn't much of a bother to rate.

I dream of all things

Uncertain of dark deeds and pasts

Within these thoughts as dark as sea

When once those wings of black

Hung over all

Shadowing but of the wretched white

That blinds me of all beauty.

I dream of all things

From happiness to highs

Let down these pills

Or I’m gone, retreat inside my mind

Where none but the darkest thoughts

Swallowing twilight

I dream of all things

From the stories told por hidden scars

Unable to show themselves

Under this intense scrutiny

That makes up this world’s attire

To the times that I could be happy

Without a drug to create

The much-needed illusion...


I dream of all things
No matter of their contents
Because, well,
Nightmares are still dreams.
posted by mrs-mindfreak
I decided to do a story where I put my iPod on shuffle and start writing. Lucky for me, all the songs were basically sad or angry music. So this is what I came up with :)

The rain pattered on the windows drowsily, drowning out Alana’s choking sobs. She sat in her favorito wooden rocker, and buried her face in her hands miserably. Her black hair clung to her sweaty face. Her clammy palms were wet from tears. She never wanted to mover from that spot again. Although she was filled with irrevocable remorse, she felt comfortable there. No one in the house, rain falling softly outside, and just...
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‘You shouldn't have shot the dog.’ That single thought reverberated inside my head, knocking from side to side, smashing at the sides of my skull until I had to put my hands to my temples in a futile attempt to stop the pain. The man sitting seguinte to me took a swig of his whiskey, the glass bottle knocking against his yellowed and rotten teeth. His other hand held onto the steering wheel, maneuvering the car down the winding and deserted stretch of highway. I leaned my head against the cool glass of the passenger side window, willing my head to stop pounding. From the radio, the soft strains...
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 The Writer Behind the Words
The Writer Behind the Words
Luck has little to do with link. A long lasting composição literária career doesn’t just happen. A writer can burst onto the scene and quickly disappear. Another can have a series of hits then write a bunch of flops and never be heard from again. The difference between a long lasting career and one that burns out is strategy. Here are seven rules to help you find the right strategy for you and get you started on your journey to long lasting success.

Learn the power of focus. For most of us, we have mais than enough to do on a daily basis. And when it comes to any composição literária project the list can grow exponentially-...
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The fragrance of scotch pine and blue asseado, abeto, abeto vermelho is pungent in the air, amplified por the heat of late June. Or so you think it is June. This place feels oddly void of time. You open your eyes to see a sun hazed over por stratus clouds. From all angles you spy familiar wooden structures.
You are back.

You sit up with your legs tucked under your bottom and bask in the estival air and all of the scents that waft within it. You furrow your brows, thinking that it is not as clean as before. Even so, the place hums with earthy energy. A stronger gust of wind picks up the hem of your camisa and flutters...
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posted by Epismatic
The Man With No Eyes Collection (3): Mask




When the curtain rises, all is forgiven.

I’ll brush it all off with a movie-star smile,

A genuine laugh, but my eyes must be hidden,

The truth they contain is considered too vile.

My voice is a song that will play through your ears,

And invite you to dance to the sound of my tune,

I take a bow, deeply, and drink in your cheers,

I’ll always remain here,

You’ll come see me soon.

A new dia is dawning,

“Quick, put on your mask!”

And hurry outside, meet the crowd.

“Where’ve you been?”

With fanciful respostas to all that you ask,

I’ll always wait here for...
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posted by WritingBookWorm
So, one of my New’s Years Resolutions this ano it to write more. So, I decided to make this:

The goal is to write something every day.

Starting on the 31st of January, every dia there is a vague word, idea, object, question, statement or anything. You can take it anyway you want.

Then each dia you should write what it tells you too or something inspired por it. Whether it be a poem, a small scene, a character description, journal entry, short story or even just one really well crafted sentence.

Even if the prompt confuses you, or you have no ideas just write something! It’s a great exercise...
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