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Prologue:
I thought my life was going great I was getting good grades, and I had the most awesome friends. But when that dia came my life was turned upside down. My life was going to be so different I'm not going to recognize myself anymore, when I look in the mirror. Turns out my life is just beginning.
Chapter 1:
My life was just like any other teenager. Like the drama, stress, grades, etc. that any teenager would have to deal with. Well here's my story it all began like any other. It was dia and unfortunately I was in school. I was kind of sonhar acordado in language arts class because I new the whole lesson. Mr.Lankford was just reviewing how to use metaphors and similes.
"Serena?" "Serena?" "Serena!"
"Wha What?"
"Thank you for returning to earth" said Mr.Lankford sarcastically.
"So as I was saying serena what is a simile?"
"A simile is used when a sentence has like or as" said serena.
"Then what is a metaphor?" replied Mr.Lankford questionly.
"A metaphor is a sentence without using like or as" said serena.
"Well maybe I thought you were sonhar acordado but I didn't know you were listening at the same time."
"For tommorrow theres going to be a pop teste on all the figurative languages" said Mr. Lankford excitingly.
The sino rang and class was over finally I don't know why I like paying attention in his class. When I was walking through the hallway I saw my friend catty. She looked kind of of pale to me. (was she going to throw-up?) I walked up to her and said hello.
"Hi" said catty sickly.
"You look like your going to be sick" said serena scared like.
" I know I haven't been myself lately but, I don't feel like I'm going to throw-up" replied catty.
"How can you feel sick and you don't think your going to throw-up?" said serena.
"Well I don't know I have to go" said catty walking fastly down the hallway.
After that talk with catty in the hallway that was kind of weird. When I was walking up to my car to go início then I saw a guy staring right at me. I thought that the guy was going to kill me but he just stood there. Then he started walking up to me he looked the age of sixteen and he had dark brown hair and blue eyes.Then he looked right at me and said,
"Your going to have to come with me."
"What?"
I thought this guy was losing it for a sixteen ano old. So I just gave him a crazy look and then he gave me one back.
" So what will it be serena?"
"How do you know my name?" replied serena scared and terrified.
" Your mentor told me and she is the one that you need to talk too."
"How can I trust you? If this is a prank or a joke."
He yelled out and said:
"Is there anyone who has a camera that is pranking serena!"
No one came out then he yelled again and said:
"OK I'll find you then!"
Suddenly he ran in some kind of speed and he ran so fast I couldn't even see him. He looked high and low and there was no one pranking serena then.
"So do you trust me now?"
"I guess so but, one mais thing what is your name?" replied serena curiously.
"My name is Damon."
"Now why do I have to see this mentor again?"
"You'll see when we get there."
"When did I say that I'll go with you."
"So are you coming or not?" said Damon demanding.
"OK I'll go."
"I'm going to have to drive your car there."
"OK then."
So thats when my life is getting to turn upside down from there. I wonder how this mentor person is going to be like. I hope that shes not mean to my or anything. Well I guess I'm going to have to see what she looks like.
..........
Chapter 2
Finally we got there to the lady's house. When I got out of the car it was night. Time flies when your stressed and scared at the same time. I thought to myself what am I doing here.
"Ready to meet your mentor?" said damon.
"Yeah, I geuss so" replied serena nervously. We walked in the house it looked like a normal house to me but I don't want to be rude or anything. Suddenly, there was a women who was walking down the stairs. She looked like she was in her middle ages she had black hair and green eyes. She looked so beatiful for being in her middle ages.
"Hello my name is anna and I'm your mentor." said the women.
"Hello." said serena.
"Well thank you damon for getting serena for me I wouldn't have time to do it myself."
"Your welecome anna."
Damon walks away and goes up stairs and disappears like he wasn't even here anymore.
"You may have a assento my dear and I'll go get some tea." said anna so excited.
"OK I'll go sit down and sit here then." said serena still nervous.
Whem the chá was ready anna puts the teapot and the two cups on the tray. Anna brought the chá to the living room thats were serena was sitting so quietly you could hear a pen drop.
"Serena your not like any teenagers."
"How?"
"Well, this is so hard to talk to you about it but I have too."
"OK what?"
"OK here it goes you have an affinitey for all of the elements and you can read peoples minds."
"What!?" "You have to be kidding me what the seguinte thing your going to tell me that I can fly too."
"No thats it acually."
"OK you mean to tell me that I have an affinity of 4 of the elements."......
"Well theres 5 of them fire,water,earth,air,and spirit."
"And I can read minds too this is to much."
"Serena I'm telling you the truth guess what number I have in my mind."
"OK 5 and you changed it to 12."
"Thats correct and see what I'm telling you is true."
"OK tell me then how can I use the 5 elements?"
"OK you have to say wind come to me and cool this room."
Serena calmed herself and said:
"Wind come to me and cool this room."
As serena said that the room was cold she had to put her jaqueta on because it was so cold.
"Serena when the element has completed it's task your going to say thank-you air you may depart." said anna calmy.
"Thank-you air you may depart." said serena calmly.
Then suddenly the room was filled with new air like fresh air. Serena couldn't believe that she could read minds and have an affinity for all the 5 elements.
"So all of this is true right." said serena with a smile on her face.
"Yes it's all true now do you trust me?" replied anna.
"Yes I do, so is there an other things that you want to tell me?"
"Well yes and no your going to have to live here now and practice your powers."
"But I have school tommorrow."
"You can go tommorrow and get your things from your locker and teachers."
"What about my mom and dad?"
"I already sent them the papers and they signed, and tommorrow your going to have to pack your things and come back here."
"OK wow that was fast ok then I'll see you tommorrow." "Oh and I almost forgot do my parents know?"
"No they think that you are going to a very nice school."
"OK then bye."
"OK honey oh I forgot to tell you, there is a great evil that is here and they want you to be one of them. You and the rest of us have to fight them off when ever they appear I'll tell you mais about them tommorrow. Be careful driving início OK."
"OK" replied serena really scared and stressed.
Turns out there was things I never new about myself. First thing I can read minds and I have an affinity of all the 5 elements. Lastly there is a great evil that is here. WOW my life is in for a awesome adventure.
posted by dragonrider
I pull into the parking lot of the country council men office and get out. Hmm what should I do with Elliot? I can't leave him in the car he'll die of heat. I could leave the air on. Nah I'll just put him behind stage when I talk to the councilmen.
I pull out Elliot and put him over my shoulder. Everybody is strong in the future.
Elliot murmurs something like "Oh I amor you too Starr!"
Aww how sweet. I take out duct tape and tape his mouth shut. Ahh that's much better
I carry Elliot towards the building and when I get inside I don't see Whitney. Hmm that's strange she works here shouldn't...
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Here is a selection of true stories from around the world last week.
1.Price of the week.
James Bolton,who is unemployed,was very excited when he won first prize in a raffle last week.The prize was a weekend for two at a hotel in Bournemouth on the south coast of England.Unfortunately,he was less excited when he saw the name of the hotel.It was the hotel where he had worked as a porter the anterior month.He had lost his job there.

2.Mistake of the week
A 33-year-old Norwegian man came início one night from the pub and got into cama seguinte to his wife.The woman immediately woke up,screamed,and jumped...
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posted by 1-2vampire
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Tick, tick, tick
That sound, constant in my head,
A sound that haunts every mind,
A sound that brings fear,
A clock,
Ticking the segundos of your life away,
Making life shorter and shorter with every tick,
Drawing death nearer and nearer,
But you should not live in fear,
For life is too short for such a thing,
Some people waste these precious seconds,
Others treasure them, making sure that no tick is wasted,
The clock ticks on,
But as this sound is registered,
What do you do?
Tick, tick, tick
Three mais seconds, gone, like that,
Did you use them well?
Live life,
For life is too short to spend these segundos in hell.
His Melody
To quiet the tears
She sings him to sleep
When the morning has dawned
He can’t be roused from a rest so deep

She sings him to sleep
Night after night
And when he does not awaken
Her will to go on grows slight

She sits and waits while he’s away
She remembers his laugh and smile
Oh what a joy to see his joy
She lifts up a prayer “May I see him in a short while?”

She sits at the window and waits
The sun sets slowly behind the colina
The others say hello but she doesn’t hear
She is waiting to make the tears still

The time has come she cannot wait
She sets out to see her boy
To stop the tears
To bring him joy

But the tears she stills are not his
They fall from her eyes
She sings his lullaby again tonight
As she kisses the stone and her son good bye
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posted by JellyPopper
The House I Cherish And Hate

~Chapter #1~


Marie and I amor to adventure. However this time we went overboard. I think this was our LAST adventure."Are we there yet!" Marie said impatiently. "Yep its right here!" I said exited. "You wanna um... walk in fist Marzia?" Marie asked. "Sure!" I said starting to rethink this whole abandon house thing. I walked in slowly and held the door open for Marie. "Are you sure you wanna do this?" Marie said. "Of course, we will. Trust me" I said trying to convince Marie not to leave. "Okay i'll look for comida and you look for beds and stuff if we stay over night."...
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Dear record of my misfortune I was correct. Today I walked into class and saw a huge pile of letters on my desk. When I opened them I realized that it was hate mail. It was so stupid, people were getting angry at me for what I did to Jessica when it was her fault! They were saying things like : Die emo cadela, puta die, bitchy whore. That last comment doesn't even apply to me! I haven't even had my first kiss and they are saying this stuff to me! There was one letter that was bot mean even though I don't know who sent it. Inside it said rosas are red violets are blue I don't now why they hurt you, if you want I'll tell them to can it, all because I amor you Janet. I don't know who wrote you amor poem rhyme thing but I amor you too!
posted by jedigirl
The dia my life became mais than reality was when I was seven.
2 months earlier, my mother had passed away due to reasons I never understood. All I knew was she was gone and Dad wouldn't talk about it.
I was sitting at my desk, watching the snow fall out the classroom window. The window started to frost over quickly. I turned back to the teacher, but she was frosting over too. I realized it was my vision frosting over. I rubbed my eyes to stop it, but it only made it worse. So I sat in my escrivaninha, mesa and let it take over.
I soon found myself in a field of dandelions and fireflies. I looked around...
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posted by Isabella_17
Is It True You Lie?
Is It True You Hate Me?
Is It True You Want Him?
Is It True You're My Best Friend?
Is It True You Enjoy Hurting Me?
Is It True You Like Me Crying?
Is It True You Talk Behind My Back?
Is It True You Tell People Our Bussiness?
Is It True I Hurt You?
Is It True You Back Stabbed Me?
Is It True You Let Me Believe The Lies?
Is It True You Let Me Call You My True Bestfriend When You Weren't?
Is It True.....?

This is A Poem Hope Yuh Enjoy It Btw Tell Me What Yuh Think And This Is Just About Me Gettin Hurt After Being Stupid Enough To Believe Her Lies She Wasnt A True Bestfriend
posted by AuthorForPooh
Her eyes were fogo red,
as if they were
lit from anger.

I dont understand
why you are
mad at me.

Why you shoot
those harsh words
at me.

Aimed like bullets,
piercing my soul.
And It cant heal.

I never can dodge them.
The words hit me,
and I fall back.

My friends ask me:
"What's wrong?"
"Can I help?"

But they cant help.
Because I dont understand,
why you are mad.

Why do you have to do
what you do to me?
Why does it give you
joy to harm me?
Why?
Why are people bullies?
Why dont my friends take action?
Why cant you tell me WHY?
posted by TheAmyPond
She stopped dead in her tracks. She was startled. Her voice was completely gone. Shockingly, she saw that the hooded silhouette in front of her wasn't her mother; she did not know who it was.
Slowly, as not to alarm the unwanted visitor, she reached out for her ballpoint pen and dug it as deep as she could into the neck of the intruder. The mess was horrific, blood all over her face as well as his clothes, but Emily stayed strong. She clumsily tumbled off her cama and ran as fast as she could downstairs to the phone.
She hastily pressed any buttons she could until she'd finally keyed in the number...
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posted by para-scence
"Cosette!" Echo shouted. We ran over to each other, and hugged. She nearly squeezed the life out of me, but I didn't care; I'd missed her so much.

"Echo! I'm so glad to see you!"

"Ahem," a voice said. Echo smiled and rolled her eyes, and took a step back. Asher smiled as he hugged me, and kissed my cheek. I laid my head on his chest.

"I missed you too," I told him. He chuckled.

"Come on!" Echo said impatiently. "Let's go do something! Anything! I just don't want to deal with this mushy-teen-love crap." Asher and I rolled our eyes, but smiled. I told Grandma we were going to hang out.

"See you...
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posted by para-scence
I admit that I kind of slipped into a depression. I wasn't sure what to think about anything. I started to feel like I couldn't trust anyone. I wanted so bad to drink, and forget for at least a little while, but I couldn't when someone was always home.

That was the only bad thing about not being with Drew anymore; I rarely go the chance to drink. I started going into withdrawal as well. I couldn't keep control of my emotions, I felt like I was going insane sometimes. I had mais stress related seizures, mais than I usually do while on medication. I've had a lot of headaches, I've been sweating...
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posted by athena305
Streetlamps, houses, gates, remotes, books, CDs and televisions. Brothers. Pairs. Each has a twin. In this chaotic place of materials the world has come to be, everything has a brother. But brothers are family. And family is connected somehow; if not por blood, then por what?

Energy.

Look hard. At everything that has a brother. A line of energy casts a connection between the two. The energy, with its harsh glares and cold looks creates the strongest and most complex bonds. Strong because of their brotherhood. Complex because of its invisibility. For there is power in invisibility. Cold, cruel power. The power to be a persecutor with no chance of being a victim. The power to twist and squeeze but not feel the wrenching pain of your twists.

Now, you ask, what is left? Cruel, invisible energy. For a cruel, invisible world.







This is my first time composição literária in stream of consciousness. I know it's short but don't judge me too harshly.
posted by Sonicishot
It was late at night and the lights were out, and i couldn't see at all. So i crawled on the floor dragging my hand with me because i needed to feel my way too. I bumped into three friends. Ike, Roy, and Sheeda. I screetched. Ike covered my mouth. "SHUT UP!!!" He whispered. Roy chuckled. Sheeda followed my hand. So did Ike and Roy. I tried to stand up, but my head hit the table. I rubbed the back of my head and crawled out from underneith it. I slowly slid my hand across the mural to procurar for the power switch. "Whoever this is, you are very cute!!!!" she said feeling around me to reconize...
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This is something I'm working on.. It's the first long piece I've attempted. People often told me I'm too good at imagery and descrição to write anything short. Perhaps I use too much imagery? I'm curious about what you guys think.

I already know it's a bit shakey at some parts. I still need to do some revising. I revise every time I finish leitura a book. I feel each book teaches me mais and mais about writing.


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Welcome to Birchmoss
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(This was just a part of my planning and organization. It is subject to change)

Violet kept her skeletons right where they belonged. Hidden away...
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posted by serenacullen93
I wish that my mother was here that stupid drunk driver had never been born it was my fault that she died that she is now six feet under the ground . I remember that night like it was yesterday I had snuck out with my friends to go to this party down town . Things got out control I called my mom from the side of the road for my mother to come get me one of the guys from the party zoomed down the road and hit my mother head on . I saw it I was right out side the car I saw the red hot metal cut into my mother flesh ending her life with one feel-swoop like the cut of a blade. The ones who should...
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