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Chapter 1
Meet the Carrot-Tops

    A long, long time ago, in the ano 1850, there was a man por the name of Sam Carrot-Top. He was a well educated man, slender in build and always wore a dusty old boné, cap that covered his laranja hair and broken glasses. He was an honest and wealthy man, but you would never guess that he and his family were well off; he never showed his wealth or bragged about it. He used his money to help the poor and needy.
    His wife, Jane, was oh so beautiful, with lush red hair, a petite figure, and smooth, creamy pale skin. She loved all the children in the neighborhood, always fixing a broken coração or a scraped knee. She was the perfect housewife, the kind any man could want.
    They lived in a small town in Georgia called Valdosta. Sam and Jane were the talk of the town; they grew the largest vegetables and fruits the eyes have ever seen. Their watermelons were the size of houses and carrots as long as 20 feet!
    All the neighbors began to whisper, and became jealous of the success of the Carrot-Tops; farmers came from near and far to see the great Carrot-Top plantation. Because of the popularity of their fruits and vegetables, they became a household name. Merchants came from all over the world to buy their fruits and vegetables.
    Some of the other farmers became extremely jealous of the success of the Carrot-Tops. They tried to sabotage their land, either por overflowing it with garbage or water, but it never worked. The fruits and vegetables kept on growing and growing. Some were so tall that their leaves touched the clouds. Nevertheless, Sam and Jane ignored their rivals and continued to be good neighbors.
    Their pride and joy was their son and only child, Peter Carrot-Top, a 10-year-old boy who was as skinny as a Beanpole with bright laranja hair and deep freckles on his face. He wore the same old clothing over and over again, brown caqui, cáqui pants and a rainbow-colored camisa with two different colored camisa sleeves.
    Peter was teased por all the kids. Not only was his hair funny, but his name, Peter Carrot-Top, was as well. The kids teased him all day. Every dia it was the same thing, kids singing, "Peter Carrot-Top, Peter Carrot-Top," in an annoying and devilish tone.
    Peter was sick of it. Unfortunately, every time he got upset, his head would swell up like a big laranja balloon and his laranja hair would gently stand up at attention. This made the kids laugh even harder.
    Peter was all alone in the world; he didn't understand or fit in. There was nothing the principal or the teachers could do. He was just a special boy. His mother and father were hurt the most; Peter got the laranja hair from his father, and the freckles from his mother.
    His parents went to the school regularly to seek help for him. Just a poor farmer, Peter's father did not know what to do. He would pace the school hall as he talked to the Dean of the school asking for help for his son, but Mr. Snicker, the Dean, just walked around with his fat gut stuck out, and only made the Carrot-Tops feel worse por telling them their child needed to be placed in a special school.
    Peter's father slammed down his hat in frustration as the Dean sat back in his leather chair, and smoked his cigar with a smirk on his face.
Mr. Snicker shouted at Peter's father, "Boy, calm down before I have you thrown out on your ears!"
    Peter's father grabbed up his hat; took his wife por the hand and stormed into Peter's English class. "Peter, get your things. We're taking you out of this school!"
por the look on his father's face, Peter knew that his dad was very upset. All Peter's mother could do was cry and sob as they walked out the doors. The kids began to laugh, and once again, Peter felt distant and alone.
    Peter and his family jumped into their wagon, and off they went. He could see the concentration on his father's face, and the sadness in his mother's eyes. Peter began to tell his parents how very sorry he was, but a gentle touch on the hands from his mother let him know it was all right. Peter lay back in the assento of the wagon and didn't say another word.
    Suddenly the wagon began to lift until it started to fly. Peter jumped out of his assento and gazed in awe; he was speechless. He looked down and saw that they were above the world.
    He could see the cows and trees, and he even spotted his house. Peter was tickled to death; he began to laugh hysterically until his parents started laughing with him.
Peter said, "Father, what is going on?"
    Peter's dad didn't say anything, then his mother jumped in and told Peter that they were from a different kind of generation.
"What kind is that?" Peter asked, dumbfounded.
Then a stronger, sterner voice jumped in; it was Peter's father. He went on to tell Peter the story of the Carrot-Tops.
    Peter listened intently, and hung onto his father's every word. Peter's eyes began to mover back and forth as every word spilled from his father's lips. He waited patiently to hear the story of the Carrot-Tops.
    Peter's father went on to tell him that they are not alive, at least not on earth, and that they were from a world the living call “Death”.
Peter stuttered and said, "Do you mean we're dead?"
    "Yes, we're dead," Peter's father replied. He went on to tell Peter that they had been dead for years. He said they didn’t belong to this world. He told Peter the world they belonged to was called Baja, a place of mysticism and power, a place so beautiful, and yet so evil.
    "Welllll, why aren't we there?" Peter asked his father, but his father could not do or say anything. He just hung his head down low and began to wipe the tears from his eyes.
Suddenly Peter's father parked the wagon on a hilltop way above the trees, where no one could see them; then he began to tell Peter why they were here on Earth.
    "Well, son, many years atrás I was one of the chosen ones to protect Baja and make sure that the city was preserved for all our generation, but I failed at my job."
Peter's father told him of how he was in charge of leading an army of men to get the eighth key. This key opens the door to the eighth elder of the world. The elders were in hibernation. When they awoke, they protected not only Baja, but also Earth.
    He told Peter that he failed when he lost the key. Because he lost the key, the eighth elder was never awakened. The other seven went back into hibernation because they can only function with each other; all eight have to be awake at the same time.
    "Well, why did you lose the key?" Peter asked.
His father told him that the key was so powerful there was a rule to never touch it with your bare hands. He did anyway, and the key gave him so much power that he could not handle it. His hands began to burn and his skin began to rot and fall to the floor.
    When he woke up, the key was gone and Baja was at risk. The remaining elders were very angry, and before they fell back into hibernation, they exiled Peter's father and mother from Baja. Peter's mother jumped in and began to tell Peter that she loved his dad so much that she was willing to take banishment with him, and one dia their names would be cleared.
    She also let Peter know that his father was being very modest and taking the entire blame. She said what really happened was that Peter's dad, Sam, was forced to touch the key por his brother, Marcus. Instead of Sam turning his brother in to the elders, he took the blame for something that was not his fault alone.
    Jane told her son that Sam's brother was evil and mean; but Sam didn't like to admit the fact that his brother set him up. Suddenly the wagon was quiet. No one made a sound.
    Peter's dad began to look back at Peter in shame, but Peter jumped up and gave him a big hug.
    Sam was relieved. In a trembling voice, he looked into Peter's eyes and asked, "So you aren't ashamed of us?"
    "No!" Peter replied.
    Peter then asked his father about the wagon flying.
"Oooohh! Yes, son, I will tell you about the flying wagon."
They all began to laugh. Sam told Peter that in Baja everyone has some special ability, from making objects fly to growing large fruits, vegetables and plants.
    Peter suddenly looked at his mother and figured out that she was the one growing all the fruits and vegetables on their plantation.
She smiled with her cereja lips and said, "I was gifted with the green thumb."
    Peter laughed and told his parents he was finally free. His parents looked bewildered and asked him what he meant. He told them that he knew now why he was different from the other children at school. Peter also told his parents he had something to show them.
    "Up here?" Jane asked.
"Yes, come out of the wagon," Peter replied.
Peter's mom and dad looked at each other in amazement and shock as they jumped out of the wagon. Peter held his hand to the ground and began to shake. Suddenly a big hole appeared in the ground. The hole was so big that it swallowed up the trees. Peter looked at his parents with pride. They looked back at him in amazement.
    "Why didn't you tell us, Peter?" his parents asked.
"Well, I did not want you to be ashamed of me. The kids at school were already calling me 'weird' and 'strange’. I didn't want to disappoint you.”
    "Never," said his father.
Jane asked Peter how long had he been keeping this secret from them, and Peter told them, for many years. He did it only because he was afraid of his own powers. That was a great power for a little boy to handle. Peter's parents knew that there must be something extra special about their son.
    Their brains began to think of what all of this could mean; the wheels in their heads were turning so fast you could see smoke coming out of their ears. But nevertheless, Peter was happy that his conscious was clear, his face began to get some color and his eyes began to twinkle.
    The family decided it was time to go home, and as soon as the rooster crowed in the morning, it would be time to see the Oracle. Off the hilltop they went, swaying through trees and mountains. Everyone had had a rough day, but now it seemed to be a dia of joy and happiness.
    Peter hung his head out of the wagon and began to feel the breeze on his face.
"Be careful,” said Peter's mother.
    "I will," he replied.
    All that afternoon, they went flying over rivers, lakes and streams. They even passed a drunk sleeping under a tree. The man jumped up and began to scream, "The sky is falling!" He ran through the village telling the people, but no one believed him since he was the town drunk.
    Peter and his family continued to ride the high hills and mountains until it got dark so they could return início without being seen. He was so excited that he had finally figured out why he was so different than the other children.
    As for his parents, they were relieved that they were not hated por their son, but they were also worried about his tremendous gift. It was a gift that no child should have, but they did not ruin the moment por being sad. They remained happy and upbeat all the way home.
    As nightfall grew, Peter and his parents arrived home. Nothing was the same anymore; their house began to look old and rotten. They could see the tiniest imperfections, and they knew in their hearts that it was time to leave.
    Peter was so excited he could not sleep, but his parents forced him into cama with the hopes of seeing a land the living only dreamed about. Peter asked pergunta after pergunta as he drifted off to sleep. His parents only smiled as they rubbed his laranja hair and tucked him tightly into bed.
But as midnight approached, his parents found themselves pacing the floor. They discussed how long they had been away from Baja and how they would be accepted after 10 years. It was very stressful for them; their faces became blank and sad. Finally, they went to cama anticipating a meeting with the Oracle, the only one who could get them back into Baja.
Chapter 2

Meeting the Oracle

    As the rooster sounded his alarm, Peter was the first one up and making breakfast for the entire family. He was so excited to meet with the Oracle, but his parents weren't. They never let Peter see the fear on their faces, and went about their morning as usual.
    Sam was out in the plantation talking to the workers, letting them know that they might be gone for a long time. He told them he would sign his will over to one of his trusted workers and his family. He and the worker he picked began to debate back and forth about taking over his land. The worker told him that he was a poor Negro, and no colored man had ever owned anything this successful without being hung. Still, Sam insisted.
    He gave his worker, Mr. Jones, a bag of magical seeds and told him to spread them along the property line and he would be protected. Sam let Mr. Jones know that he chose him because he was one of the workers who was always truthful, fair and honest with everyone. Though Mr. Jones was afraid, he took the bag of seeds and hid them in his pocket.
    Sam patted Mr. Jones on the shoulder and let him know that everything would be all right, and that he would be watching. As Sam finished his business affairs, he went into the house where his wife and Peter were waiting on him to eat breakfast.
    No one said a word. Reality was finally setting in on what they were about to do. Everyone took deep breaths and began to eat very slowly. Finally, Peter started a conversation and asked his parents what to say to the Oracle.
    Sam replied, "Don't say anything until you're asked."
As breakfast finished, Sam began moving things around the house telepathically. Socks were flying through the air, and even Jane's underwear got caught on the lamp shade! She was so embarrassed; she jumped up and snatched them off the shade with a smirky grin at her husband.
    Once Sam got everything packed, they walked around the house touching and feeling everything they would miss, but Peter didn’t. He was so excited that he could hardly wait to leave. He began to pull his parents por the hand urging them to leave, but they were filled with so much emotion, they had to take a seat.
    As they were saying their goodbyes, Peter was already in the wagon ready to go. After a long time of waiting, he yelled from the wagon, "Come on!"
Then the door slowly opened and his parents walked out. Peter could tell Jane had been crying. Her eyes were puffy and swollen; her nose was red and her face was disheveled.
    They jumped into the wagon and said goodbye to their workers. Sam pulled Mr. Jones aside and told him to never let anyone know that he had gone, and if anyone asked, to tell them that he had some business in Paris he was taking care of. Mr. Jones nodded, and they were on their way.
    They made sure not to look back at the início and friends they were leaving behind to go to an uncertain place where they might no longer be welcome. The carriage ride was long and hot. Everyone was sweating.
"Are we there yet?" Peter asked.
"Soon, son," his father replied.
    As the Carrot-Tops left their plantation, they were hailed and greeted por all the people of the town. Sam was sad to leave his home, but what he was doing was for his family, not for himself. Suddenly the carriage turned off a dark road.
It was so pitch black Peter became afraid and yelled out for his father, "Father!"
"It's okay," Sam replied, letting his son know that he was right there with him.
    Then there was light again, a big burst of brightness. It was so bright they could hardly keep their eyes open. Then it went dim, and Sam told Peter and Jane to get out of the wagon, and to follow him closely, out of the bright light.
    There was a beautiful forest like nothing Peter had ever seen before -- the plants were moving and talking. Peter was startled for a minuto but then regained his composure.
"Good day!" yelled the plants.
    Peter stopped to inquire about the plants, but his mother pulled his hands away telling Peter that they had important work to do. Even the animais in the forest were glad to see visitors.
Then a rabbit the size of a wagon came up to Sam and shouted, "Well, well, well! The traitor is back!" with a smirk on his face.
"You're gonna get it now!" a esquilo replied.
    Sam did not let it bother him. He kept walking to his destination, but Peter was amazed at the beauty and wonder of the forest.
"Pay them no mind, Peter. They all were once our friends," Jane said, but Peter was not listening. He was too in tune with the cantar waterfall.
    He watched as the waterfall turned into different shapes, from a woman, to a dog, to a big roaring lion. This was all exciting to him.
"Where are we?" Peter asked his father.
"This is the portal to Baja" Sam replied.
"We're moving on,” said Jane.
Peter replied, "I am so excited to see home, somewhere that I fit in."
    As they walked the long forest pathway, there was a cottage made of golden bricks and rubies, and birds flapped their wings vigorously when they saw Peter and his family coming. The tension in Sam's eyes showed fear as he came to the gate of the cottage. He hesitated to knock.
    His hands began to sweat and shake out of control, so Peter walked in front of him and knocked on the door. Suddenly, the door opened, but there was no one to greet them! They walked in quietly and stood in the middle of the hallway.
    "Oracle, it is I, Sam. I have brought my son to you with a gift so powerful; it must be a sign from the elders."
Suddenly a burst of fogo came from the chimney, and swirled across the room knocking down Peter and his father. "Why have you come back? You have brought nothing but shame on our kind."
    As Sam began to answer, a woman appeared in the form of a snake with eight arms. Her fingers were covered with gold and diamond rings that glistened in the light. She had a crown on her head that was 9 feet tall, and in that crown were souls crying to be free. They were in a wax-like bubble.
    The crown was made of gold and silver with hieroglyphic writings on the topo, início and sides. The oracle was a 12-foot snake, dressed in the finest of linens. Her upper body was human, and the lower body a snake with a huge tail and a long rattler. Her fingernails were long and made of ivory like an elephant's tusk, but the most irritating thing was that she made this hissing noise that pierced their eardrums.
    But, oh, what a beautiful creature! Her skin was like white flour. Her lips were like rose petals, and she had the most adorable face they had ever seen.
    Sam quickly bowed down to the Oracle, asking her to hear him out. Jane did not bow down. She refused; telling the Oracle that she knew Sam was set up and did nothing to stop it, and now wanted to treat them like peasants.
    The Oracle quickly threw a small fireball at Jane. She quickly ducked her head and the fireball missed her face por an inch! Peter quickly defended his mother and created a massive hole in the center of the house where the Oracle was standing.
    Suddenly the Oracle fell down the hole, letting out a hideous scream as she fell.
"Peter, what have you done? That was the Oracle!" said Peter's father.
"Served her right!" shouted Jane.
Suddenly a hand came out of the darkness and the Oracle crawled back to the topo, início of the hole.
    "What a powerful boy! I must speak with him," said the Oracle.
"No! Only if you get us back into Baja," Jane replied.
The Oracle hesitated and said, "Very well, but you are on your own once in Baja. You and your husband are hated por many. They blame both of you for the fall and destruction of Baja."
    Then the Oracle went to Peter and told him to rise up and say nothing. Suddenly he levitated off the ground and floated toward the Oracle. As she placed Peter in her oversized hands, she closed her eyes and saw into the future. In her vision, Peter had a crown on his head. His father and mother were old and gray, but they also had crowns on their heads. The Oracle saw a great battle were Peter defeated the evils that plagued Baja.
    Suddenly, she opened her eyes and told the Carrot-Tops that they must head straight to Baja right away.
"What is it?" Sam asked.
The Oracle told Sam that his child, Peter, was the savior of Baja. Sam and Jane were in disbelief and began to laugh and cry with joy.
    "Our son has saved us!" They cried, and threw Peter in the air and twirled him around in circles.
"Go now," said the Oracle. “I will make a way for you to travel. Tell no one of this secret or his life will be in danger.” The Oracle repeated it to Sam and Jane over and over, until they got it in their heads. "Trust no one until they have earned your trust!" shouted the Oracle and off they went.
    As they were leaving, the Oracle pointed the Carrot-Tops toward the kitchen, where hot comida was waiting for them to carry on their long journey. The Oracle let them know that they must walk on foot and only use the resources of the forest. "Hurry along, Baja awaits you," the Oracle replied over and over again until her voice slowly disappeared.
    Peter was very excited to go on an adventure. His feet began to balanço back and forth, and his eyes lit up with excitement. Peter asked his father why was he so special.
    Sam explained that after the eighth key was lost and the elders could no longer stay awake, no child born would be blessed with a gift, and in Baja everyone had gifts. After the evil curse, no child born in Baja was blessed with a gift or talent, and therefore Baja was at the mercy of the evil dwellers.
“But then you came along, Peter.” Sam looked loving in his son's eyes, “and all our fears and defeat seem to have dissolved away.”
    Sam went on to say that years had passed without a child developing powers in Baja, and therefore there was no one to fight the evil spirits that came upon the land. He explained that Baja needed a new generation of fighters.
"So, yes, son; you are special,” Peter's father said, as the Carrot-Tops walked through the forest.
    It was a magnificent experience. The birds began to fly overhead with their 10-foot wingspans and they sang, "The prince is coming, the prince is coming."
Peter was in awe of the birds’ beauty. Their wings were so long that he could see no end. Their tails curled up like the locks in a Southern belle’s hair. Their feathers were like a rainbow, every section of the birds were a different color. They flew in lines of five, giving shade to the Carrot-Tops.
    On the ground, the flores protruded out of the Earth at least 20 feet tall. They dropped down big petals covering the Carrot-Tops. Peter and his family just laughed and indulged in all the attention. Sam looked at his wife and told her how good it felt to be adored again, and how great it felt to be going back home.
    The flores danced in a synchronized routine. One por one they waltzed and turned. Their petals were so huge, they looked like ballroom gowns. The flores were so tall that from way, way up above, they looked like humans dancing.
"What a wonderful sight to see!" Jane said.
    The forest animais now were so much mais welcoming of the Carrot-Tops than the first encounter, and they took great care of the Carrot-Tops. Suddenly a tartaruga came por and asked the Carrot-Tops if they wanted a ride. Peter jumped up and said yes, and they climbed in.
    The tartaruga shell was so big it was the size of a wagon. The inside had carved-out windows; the seats were made of the finest gold threads, and the floor was padded with the softest cushions. It was like heaven. On the mural of the shell was a picture of a young prince with bright laranja hair. Peter and his parents stared at it.
    Rabbits came offering the family honey chá and crumpets. Oh! The rabbits were so excited that they could barely keep still to take the Carrot-Tops’ orders! Each one kept asking, "Could this really be the boy king?"
    They zipped back and forth, running with the highest speed, bringing the family everything that they could possibly cook. First were the chá and crumpets, then sweet honey rolls. seguinte came roasted pig. Then they brought pork chops, steak, shrimp, peixe and so forth until Sam told them lovingly to stop.
    The poor rabbits were so out of breath that they collapsed on the floor. The Carrot-Tops laughed hysterically, until leite came out of their noses. Then the rabbits joined in on the fun.
"Oh, yes! This is our royal family," one rabbit said to another.
    Peter looked out of the window and saw little elves waving and getting their first sneak peek at the boy prince.
"I see the word has spread," Jane said to Sam.
"Yes, indeed, my dear. The word has spread," Sam said.
    One of the elves came to the window and took out a mirror device that glistened in the sun and captured a picture of the family, and then he ran off. The device mystified Peter. The handle was made of pure gold. It lit up with secret codes and had composição literária Peter had never seen before.
    Peter could see himself in the image, but it was of something or someone he did not know. The image showed a young boy with a crown on his head, clothed in the finest attire. Then it was gone.
"Oh, don't worry, Peter. You will get to see them again," his mother said.
    Peter was so mystified por the elves that he kept looking for them out of the window, but they were gone. Sam told his son that the forest of Baja was so mystical there wasn't enough time in death to discover it all.
    "Why are we dead?" Peter asked his parents.
His parents said that everyone dies, and moves on to other worlds, according to their deeds on Earth. They said no one knows how many levels there are to death, but to be on a good aura, you must do good things before you mover on. Sam went on to tell Peter that sometimes worlds collide causing a clash of auras; sometimes it's good and sometimes it's bad.
    "Is that what happened to you, Father?"
"Yes," replied Sam, "I got caught up in the power of self and all the finer things that came with it. Because of this, I was sent back to the living, never to see Baja again."
Sam began to get teary-eyed, and Jane held his hand tightly and rubbed his shoulders, letting him know it was okay and they were on their way back home.
    "Whatever you do, Peter, be a good person," said his mother.
"I will," Peter replied.
    Suddenly the tartaruga made an announcement that he would be stopping for a rest, and Peter and his family could have a stretch. When the ride came to a complete stop, Peter jumped off, and his parents quickly followed.
    There was a river made of dark chocolate seguinte to them. Peter began to drink and drink until he saw a árvore that produced morango cupcakes. He ran and plucked a few off, until the árvore began to talk and it startled Peter.
"Wellllllll hello," said the árvore in a deep voice.
Peter was too afraid to talk. He clutched his bolo de copo and crawled back.
"Ha, ha, ha!" said the tree.
"Who are you?" Peter asked.
The árvore told Peter he was just a tree, and it was his pleasure to serve him. Suddenly the branches on the árvore turned into a face, one that was happy and jolly.
"I am so happy to be the first to serve the prince," the árvore said in his husky voice.
    Peter was amazed of all the wonders of the land great and small, from the tiny ants that lined the dirt path wearing their golden shoes on each leg, to the gigantic pelicans in the sky that flew people from destination to destination. It was such a wonderful sight to see a land of leite and honey that dripped from the leaves of the trees. Peter started to appreciate the world he was in. He really felt like he belonged, there were no regrets in him going there.
"Mother, Father! Come quick!" he called out.
Hs parents came running. Peter showed them the talking árvore and the ants with golden shoes.
    They cracked wide grins. "Yes, son, we know all about them. They are your family. Baja is your family," they both said together.
The árvore just let out a big laugh, "Ha! Ha! Ha! Welcome to Baja, my Prince!"
    Suddenly a horn sounded and the tartaruga let the Carrot-Tops know that he was almost ready to get back on the road again. Peter and his parents watched as the tartaruga got his shell washed por two octopuses, and then polished and shined por a herd of small aranha monkeys.
"Oh, that feels good!" laughed the turtle, as the monkeys polished under his belly.
    Rats and rabbits brought fresh food. One por one, the animais catered to the Carrot-Tops. Clean clothing and sheets for the long trip were hauled back and forth. There were five old lady rabbits taking the measurements of Peter and his family. They measured the Carrot-Tops from head to toe, back and forth. They went on, not saying a word; they were busy in their duties.
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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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Character sheets? I know your probably wondering why I'm bringing up character sheets in a creative composição literária area. The fact is character sheets can be an important tool to your writing.

If you Outline or came up with a character that you don't think quite fits in your current story, a sheet is a good tool to you.
Character sheets are a good way to keep track of your characters. Their growth as you go; It helps you work out little quirks in their personality like for example 'Twitch bites his nails when he doesn't have his twin nearby'. Every little bit helps with keeping things in mind and expanding...
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My journey hasn't been easy for me. Every step of the way I've struggled, stumbled, doubted, cursed, and felt sure that I couldn't go on. But I feel stronger because of it, almost like I needed to go through it to get where I am now. I still don't believe I'm perfect or beautiful. Maybe I'll always doubt. But maybe it's the doubt that keeps me determined. Hungry. Always looking to prove and improve myself, make myself better.
Every night, as I lie in my cama I wonder if there girls like me out there around the world...
Maybe like me, your father abandoned you, or perhaps you never even knew him....
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cruz my coração hope to die.
Cut my throat if i tell a lie.

Tayce’s p.o.v

The team were failing badly, before my eyes. “You all owe me 20 bucks” Ruby said as she pulled out her hand. Kale sighed and then rolled his eyes. “Only because you have no faith in them” he said, she smiled and then took the 20 bucks Bobby was handing to her. “Why should I? They’re new and they know nothing” She said with a giant smirk. Belinda sighed and then bit her bottom lip she had a worried look on her face. “What if someone gets hurt?” She asked, Tayce smiled and Ruby just rolled her eyes. Someone...
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I pull back my bow and arrow,'The white dragon.' His words running through my head like a free train.I angled directly for my target gave a sudden jerk on the bow and release .I watched as my bow shoot over three buildings, at seventy miles an hour,through the glass window-like a bullet's shot- and into the back of my target.I watched as he dropped to the floor as the blood gushed from his body,after a few moments later he went pale and started twitching showing that my posion was taking it's toll on my victim.I smiled at my work and stood up striaght,more people crowded around the man's lifeless body.As I began my stroll back to my clan or covenant if you will....
WELL THIS IS THE FIRST INSTALLMANT OFThe wierd and wonderfull world of Belle.AND I HOPE YOU LIKE IT.BASICALY ITS GOING TO BE A BIT OF A FANTASY, FOLLOOWING THE LIFE OF ONE GIRL, AND HER amor FOR TWO VERY DIFFERNT PEOPLE.
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I woke up with a pounding head, the dream I had not materialising made me nervous, what had upset me so much? I stood up and stretched, looked out my window. Its still night? Muttering to myself i decided to go down stairs and get a glass of water. Slowly I clibmed down the stairs, keeping...
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posted by iluvtheshow
The dia Before Christmas

        The dia before natal my whole life changed. Time stopped as snow fell. People cried but I didn’t feel any pain. I was full of a sadness that swallowed me whole. I was numb.

    I remember waking up that day, happy and excited. It was the last dia before natal and I was going shopping. I had just received my license and was quickly becoming independent. My wheels were everything. I searched the house but my parents were gone. I figured they were already out preparing for tomorrow. It was still...
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Eric Edson's topo, início 23 Screenwriting Lessons via FilmCourage.com.
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Great Dialogue vs Bad Dialogue | Here's The Difference - Steve Douglas-Craig via FilmCourage.com.
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10 minuto composição literária Exercise - Married Couple via FilmCourage.com.
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Why I Can Never Give Up Trying To Be A Screenwriter - gaio, jay Fingers via FilmCourage.com
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Character Determines Everything About A Screenplay - Cody Smart via FilmCourage.com.
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