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posted by pixie09
this is a story that i wrote for my practice ano 12 exams, its theme was 'circle'
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The girl strode on, her capuz, capa firmly over her head, her eyes fixed on the horizon. Around her, the cars grew less, but the trees grew plentiful. The orb-like moon rose steadily into the sky making visibility almost possible through the canopy of ever increasing leaves.

None of this mattered. The girl strode on, her face set, her one intention clear in her mind.

The círculo must have closure.

At this thought, the girl lengthened her stride, each step crunching the fallen,...
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posted by Ms_Montana
Spotlight

1. Kalte Pizza

Es war ein kalter und verregneter Tag im November. Manche Menschen bezeichneten diesen Regen sogar als Schnee, aber nicht so Helena. Sie war nicht der Typ Mensch der das alles beschönigte.
Während sie durch antro, den voll gestopften U-Bahnsteig hetzte, kramte sie ihn ihrer Tasche nach ihrem Handy. Sie versuchte in dem Gedränge die Nummer ihrer Mutter zu tippen, jedoch ohne Erfolg.
Helena rollte genervt mit ihren Augen. Ihre Mutter hatte ihr gesagt sie müsse mittags ihre kleine Schwester Allison abholen. Und nur deswegen stand sie hier.
Links von ihr telefonierte ein schwer...
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posted by GreenLight24
 4444, Desperata Ave.
4444, Desperata Ave.
Author's Note: Well hello faithful readers and apaixonados of composição literária alike! This is the sequel to the story "Blacktie." on this club. So, if u haven't read it, go ahead a check it out, as this requires some prior knowledge. If u have read it, then awesome! Revenge is a dish best served in a tuxedo! lol.

The nighttime air was calm and the sky was dyed with a deep and reflective blue-black shade. Blacktie was still giddy over the successful trial run of his mental recall technology. He brushed himself off lightly and straightened his bow tie as he began to walk down Meredith rua towards his final...
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posted by tayandkris4evr
I woke up feeling groggy. My eyes were swollen from crying, and my head felt like it'd been hit with a sledge hammer a couple of times. Niki's head was on my shoulder, his blonde hair was dry now, and his eyes were also swollen and pink.
I slowly put Niki's head on a soft trash bag then I scooted out from the hollow tree's cover. Standing there in the forest made me realize something. It made me realize that sometimes Death brings sadness and sometimes it brings a reason, a meaning, or a story. Niki said that he'd burned the tree... with his hands. But, I'm not sure if that's true at all....
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posted by whitelion
love, a word that can bring much joy or much pain
it can put the coração at ease or under strain
and as that word to each other we spoke
it made our hearts complete and not broke

a feeling unlike any other i felt
as you heavenly eyes made my coração melt
you were always the one, i could tell
cause from the moment i saw you in amor i fell

the words to describe you a poet can never posses
you were always the one that was hard to impress
you wanted mais than poesia and flores could give
because only on true amor your coração could live

to capture my coração for you it only took
one moment one smile and one unforgettable look
posted by BennieBear27
Protako
Prologue

There were at least 100 other children, including my brother, in the room. I saw two girls with light brown hair and green eyes stood a few feet away. One of them was clinging onto the other's arm.

"Jacob," I tugged my twin brothers arm. "Let's go say hi to those girls!" I pointed to them.

He nodded. We walked over to the girls.

"Hi!" Jacob said to them. "I'm Jacob! This is my brother, Milo." I smile.

"Hi! I'm Luna." The girl in my right said. Her camisa was blue, whereas her sisters was red.

"I'm Kyla..." The girl who was clinging to Luna said quietly. She didn't meet our eyes...
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posted by KatiiCullen94
my thoughts at the moment..

1.
i dont know what people see anymore.
i think mais people decide what it is they really saw, jsut to make them feel better.
Because anything can be anything you want it to be.

2.
i dont think you relize it when your changing, because your always feeling normal, its takes someone to look at you, that someone doesn't have to know you, to tell you your wrong about self.

3.
The biggest mistake you can make it letting someone too close, because like newtons first law, one will continue to do whatever it is doing unless a force interuppts. That force can be anything....
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 Edgar Allen Poe - #1
Edgar Allen Poe - #1
Okay, so this is a countdown of my most favorito authors of all time. It goes from igood #10 to magnficient #1.

I am also so happy for myself because this is technically my first work of composição literária that I will soon publish.....

Alright, here it is;

1. Edgar Allen Poe - He has had a rough life filled with death, grief, abandonment, and misery, and his ways to cope with these difficult emotions were his magnificent stories and peoms that we enjoy to this day. Also, he and I can relate...
2. Stephen King - He has this enigmatic personality that makes you wonder and puzzle, and he's a bit of an oddball...
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posted by June4
A family who lives on a boat
Doesn’t want land but water to float.
Sometimes afraid to sink down
Of many holes they have around.
All what’s left is hope and faith.
A girl on the barco is very sick,
But the thoughtless father’s brain never gave a kick.
Never thought about what would happen,
That’s why they’re lost with a big reason.
All what’s left is 35 feet of rope and faith.
Believing in your heart,
There is a big feeling where to start
Never give it up nor never have enough.
You know what you want,
You know some things that you can’t have.
All what’s left is hope and faith.
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It pulsed rhythmically like a beating coração across the horizon. I guess that makes sense considering it looked like the solitary line on a coração monitor, radiating laranja as it zigzaged up and down. I've been here before; Level 1, Dark Space. I don't know how I knew, I don't even remember being here before...I just know I have. Despite the darkness, and there was plenty to go around, I knew from somewhere that it was my favorito level. The candimals bought small and soft light, which was enough for me. I touched the flame as I always did, it never hurt nor left any burns. At the brush of my...
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posted by FanFictionsOnMe
I shrug my shoulders. "I'm being honest with you.I never did it.Why don't you believe me?" The police men grab my arms and lift me up high. All I can feel is their clinched wrists and heavy weight under me. They drawn me to the Lab Emergency Room,and...gave me a thick shot with Ketamine inside. A drug that makes your memory leave you and passed out. It did so to me.



I hear footsteps coming from the metal door and woke me up. I thought it was a dream at first site of this morning. The step's sounds came closer and closer. I'm half asleep and I don't remember anything. How to talk. How to eat....
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