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posted by FalliNgSparks
Here I spread the as cores of my life

They sound like a tune of fife


They always closed me in a dark room

I put on my headphones, enjoyed & played the boom


It's so boring to just see the sky

Today I decided I'll go and fly


Eveyones mind is full of depressions

But mine is full of imaginations


I changed the dark night into shining sequins

And the heap into beautiful fragrance


I don't want you to make my hair a mess

Cause I'm wearing the tiara to be a princess


My passion, my obsession, my desire

Don't interfere in between or I'll blow you up with flames of fire
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posted by e2mma2weasle3
If You're composição literária Fiction

1.Figure out what you want to write about or what type of book you want to write. For some people, ideas come naturally, but for others, it's a difficult step. If you’re having trouble, figure out what kind of books you like. Do you read a lot of Stephen King? Write a horror book. Have you been hooked on Eoin Colfer ever since the segundo grade? Write a story about elves and technology. If you try to write a book that you would enjoy reading, composição literária it will be mais fun and easy.

2. Know the elements of a good novel.

-The setting. The setting of a story is its time...
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posted by twilight-rocks9
sorry it's so long let me know if you like it



We’re finally out of the house and coughing I looked at my ivory skin marked with ashes I looked at jose same thing. “jose do you have the money and your clothes?” I ask “yes do you have the comida and your clothes?” my little brother asked I can explain the bags we wanted to run away because our parents were splitting up.“Of course oh my goodness look at Domingos’ house” I say. It is also on fogo we see one person stumble out “jose we need to see who that is.” I say. He already was running to see who it is. “Thank goodness we...
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posted by coriann
Chap 1
They say the woods had magical powers, or that there were creatures possessing the woods that caused strange things to happen in the neighboring town. But myths may be able to fool the 19th century, maybe even the 20th century, but the 21st century? You’ve got to be kidding me. With the kind of first class technology that can map out entire areas through every nook and cranny, and that can create a program that can entangle the entire world in its web. The 21st century was 1st class, un-gullible and not easily fooled, too wrapped up in our own little bubble of a world that we created...
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posted by lucius_malloy
Under the surface of the ever-moving ocean, it is calm.
There are hardly any sounds bouncing about the vast space, and the ones that are have been muted, many times over. The roaring of a ship’s engines, mighty as a lion, is only a faint humming sound, mais felt than heard as it vibrates its way through your body.
You’re floating, floating in a mass of blue. The only thing you can see is blue, blue, and blue – different shades, some lighter than others, some dark as a winter night in the North, but blue nonetheless. Now that you think about it, it’s slightly disturbing – oppressive,...
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posted by dragonwriter
Sky turns black. Memory fades. through all of this tragedy fate has taken my memories from me. No other thoughts. coração pounding. Blood racing. No mais time for thinking. Think quick and on my feet or death will surely get its grasp on me. As my enemy approaches i draw my sword. Once the tip of the blade is out of the sheath i hear it hit the ground as i feel a warm liquid pouring out of my open chest as blood gushes out of the wound. As i struggle to take my last breath i wake up screaming relieved that it was just a DREAM.
posted by MissMuffin38
It was just another day. The sun was shining, the birds were singing, and everyone was doing what they normally do. It was the start of the summer of 1939. In the middle of a war. It was seguro here, most of the time. Everyone carried on like they always did, selling frutas on the market stalls, children drooling at the millions of different sweets on the shelves above them, and then running around, playing airplanes. Amongst all this was a house, with a family, that lived happily. Almost.

This family were the Nicholson family. They lived together in a big, fancy house, but not too fancy. The...
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posted by Thalia_huntress
plz tell me if you like it and if i should write more




2....1 ready or not here i come" i say. i hear my friend Annabel giggle. i go behind a árvore "found you" i said. "lunette!! Annabel!!" the owner of the orphanage called us. she was the most amargo, amarga woman ever all because her husban died in the war. we sraitened out or dresses. "coming miss belle." we said in harmony. we rushed from the yard. "yes miss belle?" i said. "it's time for us to see if anybody wants you brats now change into the nice dress we gave." she said. "ok miss" annabel said. miss belle didn't know but every one made fun of...
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leitura to oneself is a modern activity which was almost unknown to the scholars of the classical and medieval worlds,while during the fifteenth century the term 'reading' undoubtedly meant leitura aloud.Only during the nineteenth century did silent leitura become commonplace.

One should be wary,however,of assuming that silent leitura came about simply because leitura aloud was a distraction to others.Examinations of factors related to the historical development of silent leitura have revealed that it became the usual mode of leitura for most adults mainly because the tasks themselves changed...
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posted by NormalcyIsDead
I’m sick and tired of it all
Run five laps, climb that wall
Ace that test, be happy everyday
25min. class lesson: due in two days

What’s wrong with you, Jordan?
Where are those ‘A’s you were sporting?
Oh no, you have a B, that just won’t do
Let me prod you some more, ask some perguntas too

“You seem to be slipping.”
"Get to the front of the race!”
You’ll never get finished
At THAT jogging pace

Yoo-hoo, girl, get your head in the game!
Idiot, doing the wrong lesson, there goes your good name
To most other people, I’m starting to come off as lame
But to me it's al the same: Run faster, think...
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posted by rebaj2010
I have this image in my head of a girl who spent the first 17 years of her life being loved. Loved por her parents, her brother and sister, and everyone in school. She doesn't know the meaning of hate. Then this mysterious guy come to her school. He doesn't say much and the only person he notices is her. But he is different then the other guys at her school he is too sexy to be real. They fall madly in amor but what she doesn't know is that he has been alive for the last 268 years. He is no vampire but something that can scare the helll out of you. And he has a immortal enemy, and that enemy is the boy who is filled with so much hate all the immortals call him...The deffinition of hate(his real name being Marcus) And the girl so finds out that Marcus will stop at nothing to take her away from him and show her what it's like to be hated