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posted by LadySilverSoul
This is my opinion. It is not meant to offend, or disrespect anyone.

I'm still in my twenties, yet I am tired. I am tired in the deepest marrow of my bones. As I type this, I find myself taking long pauses between sentences. It is like my mind and body knows my intent to use expressive vocabulary, will still fall short of the actual circumstances of which I write.

Many of us, at least on the outside, believe that racism is wrong. Many of us, at least in the face of others, shake our heads at it. I'm not talking about the racism that causes physical pain for others, but the racism that is perpetuated in a cycle far too wide, and deep for me to put one name to it.

Casually Used Racism.

Casually Used Racism, is the racism that we see and use every day. It may not even come to our attention that, that is what we're doing. For a fictitious example, "Harold George, a black astronaut from Ohio, will begin teaching Aerodynamics at the local university".
Reader, you may ask me what is wrong with the sentence written above. That's where the "casual" of this problem shows its head. That sentence is an example of sentences we run into every day. That sentence represents how we communicate to one another. That sentence is racist. It is a needless part of such a sentence to have it mention "a black...". If one were to take out that descrição the sentence becomes, "Harold George, an astronaut from Ohio, will begin teaching Aerodynamics at the local university".
The change in this sentence still gives the reader the information they need.

You see, we are programmed to think of black people as, "less than," due to the perceived difference in educational prospects. The quality and quantity of education was less than other's education, but that doesn't mean the black people's intelligence was. Therefore, An astronaut who is black, will have their race mentioned regardless of the importance of such a fact. Now lets switch things, "Harold George, a white astronaut from Ohio, will be teaching Aerodynamics at the local university". Doesn't that sound a bit ridiculous?
Doesn't that sound unnecessary to described the race of the person ?

We individuals perpetuate this problem por not recognizing,(or not trying) the fact that we have the power to change this level of racism. As each person chooses to see others as not particularly special, because of their accomplishments while being chained to their race, but rather they're special because of their accomplishments, period.

seguinte Parts of the artigo to be written...

Faux Positive Racism (Asians are smart. Black people can dance. white people are mais peaceful than others)
Inactive Racism(Listen I didn't make the rules. It is what it is. What can I do? [housing market])
Deflected Racism(Well that's them over there, not me. I don't think like that)
sorry guys i haven't been composição literária once again i am very busy so i have not had a chance to write but i will finish soo i can start the 8th grade guide which i will update hopefully....but i will start now.

So school has started and so far so good.The first days we talk about rules and expectations they have. But after that week is over they just kinda start with stuff. The first few weeks of 7th grade were good we voted for school officers, and of course Cassie won vice president(she was the only one running). You see Cassie is a "Triple P." She's Pretty, Popular, and Peppy. She is a Pom, she...
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posted by ZekiYuro
On the first days,everything went alright.Kai phoned her every time and every where.He talked to her so much that she felt he was still at home.But sometimes she talked to him,and just realized that he was absent when she received no answers.
But until today,it was completely terrible.Yurin was bored,Kai had been going abroad for 1 week,and in her dictionary "1 week" didn't mean"a few days".No comida any mais in the fridge,dirty clothes was full in the washing machine....and so many unconvenient things happened.Kai didn't phone her too.Despite of not wanting to say it,but Yurin had to admit that...
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There’s nothing I hate mais than being trapped, but that’s exactly what I am. All because of my stupid, small bladder, I just had to go to the bathroom. So I went into the bank to use theirs, because nothing could go wrong, right?

Wrong, which is just my luck. Just as I leave the bathroom a group of guys decide to rob the bank. Just peachy. One of the guys yells at us to get down on the ground and we obey. Then he tells us to give him our phones. Oops. I accidentally left mine in my bolsa in the bathroom. When he gets to me I tell him this, he’s not really happy about this. Now he’s...
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I deny the truth,
But really,
That is nothing.
I do that just to protect myself.

I cannot let the truth overcome me
All at once,
I must let it come at me
Pieces por pieces.

The truth is always shocking,
At many times sad.
But I must accept the truth
Even after a while.
Because denying the truth
Is like lying to myself

Denying the truth hurts my soul
But it also protects my soul at the same time.
I don't know what to believe.
It's all too shocking for me.

I deny the truth.
I protect my soul.
I protect myself.
But I also hurt myself.
Chapter 1
Boredom

Thantos was sitting on his bed, continuously throwing and catching his blue foam ball, with his headphones in his ears and música playing too loud and combing his medium length black hair out of his bright abnormally coloured eyes.
    “This is so pointless. I need something better to do,” he said, scratching his extremely pale skin.
    Thantos paused his IPod to hear a scream and girls laughing.
    “What the- what was that about?” He asked himself, getting up from his cama and walking to his door.
    “I’ll...
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I believe in my coração that we shouldn't have to change or selves or stop following our dreams just for someones approval because this is our life and they have to live theirs if we have a dream that our coração is at then we need to go after it and ignore those haters because they'll make you stronger.For example if you want to be a singer be a singer,If you want to be an Artist be an artist.If you want to be different and original than be original because you have to fulfill your dreams.If you stop because of haters ,you will never feel happy or complete and you'll let the hater win por giving...
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posted by DxCFan123
I came back to reality when she mentioned coming home. "N-N-No it's fine, I can go início por myself" I said to her
"Come on! It's OK with me!" she said and pulled me out of the hospital and forced me to tell her the way home. I told her to stop when we arrived in the cemetary. "My house it just down there" I said, pointing down the rua to some houses.
"No one has lived in that house for years, Sam. They're still all for sale, too." she said, glaring at me through her slit eyes. She turned around and pushed me through the large gates causing me to almost fall over a headstone. Suprisingly, I...
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posted by AbbieCoast
The truth is, writer's block comes in many different shapes and forms, not just the famous "I can't think of anything." Sometimes we feel like we cannot write anything good, or sometimes we have so many ideas we can't decide what to write.

So for those who have the lesser known syndromes, I bid you welcome.

Now, if you have the “I can’t think of anything worth composição literária about,” syndrome, you’re wrong.

I know how that sounds. Just stick with me.

You may be thinking about the most worthless la-de-da in the world. Boy meets girl. They marry and have a child. Everyone’s a Mary Sue. I’m not...
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posted by Lore_Master
Our story start's out the Ilse of Siege a tranquil world with eastern sea's inhabited por small village's filled with tiny rabbit like creature's with the sea being so calm and so clear you could see straight to the bottom of it's depth's and skies being so blue, so bright that it would bring tear's to you're eye's, to the western desert's so dry it would shrivel anything that would dare enter it's trecherous sand's leaveing only one race that could inhabit it's deadly region being as slinder as a snake they tend to make their house's under large rock's some time's so many gather together they...
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The bus shudders on the rough dirt road. Us living in the middle of nowhere, it's kinda hard to get to our house via bus. I wipe away a tear, I wasn't crying, just a aleatório tear. I lean progressivo, para a frente and tell the bus monitor to let me off here. She gives me a look, but yells and the bus driver to stop. I collect my heavy bags, and walk out. I start running. I hear the bus turn around, but I just keep running. My bags clang against me, knocking me over several times. I just get up and keep on running. I kneel down, getting dirt all over my trousers. I vomit into the dirt, my lunch of salada and an...
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posted by wolfclan121
"Now who's gonna take care of Mike!" Jane screamed at the topo, início of her voice. "Now how am I suppose to marry Dave! Now how am I suppose to become an archaeologist!" "Mike, marriage, archaeology?!" I said, confused. "Oh, I can't explain now! I just wish I listened to David." She sighed. "Don't beat yourself up. David has the gift, you can still talk to him." She forced a smile. "Gift?" Dave whispered as he entered the room. "More like a curse." "David, i'm so sorry I didn't listen! But I just never thought-" "Save it." He butted in. "Everyone I've ever loved ends up dead. I should have seen it coming." "But you did! You tried to save my life and I was to stupid and selfish to care." "Janet." He sighed. "I don't think I can talk to you anymore. Never again." She stared at him, her face appalled. "What are you saying?!" "I'm saying seeing you, like this, it just, it just breaks my heart."
posted by noahnstar1616
I was running towards the de praia, praia because it was a full moon tonight. Great. On the dia of all days, tonight had to a full moon. Today was my boyfriend's birthday and I promised him last week that I would spend the his entire birthday with him. That was before I got scratched por that, that...I don't even know what it was. But now I know I should listen to my Grandma mais often. Here's how it began.
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I was just a normal, average 16 ano old teenager with an awesome boyfriend and two amazing best friends. I lived with my grandma...
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This place is totally different from how Bea told me how is was. Freedom? I feel like a lab rato and everything is limited. They watch you do everything, and all the pills that they give you, you have to take them and they watch you take them.Yet, Janice doesn't take them. I've seen her little tricks, and I must say for myself that it's pretty brilliant how she does it. They watch her take them, but then after they leave, she takes them out of her mouth, puts them in her pockets, and then around nighttime or so, she'll trade with another girl for pills that Janice wants. This goes against...
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posted by para-scence
I laid on my comfy bed, with my eyes closed, listening to music. This was my escape. This is what kept me in this world. Music. Without it, life just wouldn't be fair. The awesome violão, guitarra solo, sick bass, kick-ass drums, and meaningful lyrics soothe me. I took a deep breath, ready to lose myself, when there was a knock on the door.

"What?" I called over the music. It opened; it was my twin sister, Asteria. The only thing identical about us is our eyes, which are ice blue. Her pale blond hair reflected the light pouring in from the hallway, while my room was dimly lit. She was all dressed up,...
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posted by Skitty_Love
"Mmm this chá is delicious. Many thanks Soul." Professor Rhinestone said charmingly. I quickly nodded. "Yes! Will we be starting training soon?" He looked up at me, is fuchsia colored bangs covering his shinning eyes. "Very well. We need to you to be topo, início Taoloid, after all." He said, I showed him a little smile. "Yes!"

"Hyaaaaaaa!" I balanced the long bamboo pole on the tip of my index finger. "Aye, this is not gymnastics Soul, this is real. This is battle. Come at me." He held his pole in front of him in a dynamic position. "Uh...I.." His leery glare caught me. "Yes.. Hyaaaaaaaaaa!" I sprinted...
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posted by PenelopeWolf1
Prolog;
The Gregindorf Prophecies


"Marinsa," Whispered Yanzo Jamleaf. "Where are you hiding?" Yanzo was looking for his friend and leader Marinsa Jackson. She had been in hiding for so long that Yanzo didnt know where she might be.
Marisa had hair so white it looked like a cloud, and eyes so green it looked like a forest. She was small but was fierce.
Yanzo was the opposite; He had black shaggy hair, blue eyes that looked like electric and was tall.
Yanzo heard a crack of leaves and a twig. He turned and saw Marinsa walking towards him.
"Hello my old friend," She said with a small smile.
...
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posted by Insight357
I saw black sneakers with purple shoestrings. Then tight black pants. seguinte a draping black shirt, with small hands covered por fingerless, leather gloves. A cruz choker sat at the base of her neck. My eyes then fell upon hers. Those eyes, those piercing blue eyes, somewhat similar to my own. The black hair teased slightly, with choppy, side bangs, covering the outer corner of her right eye. It was the girl, from the hallway. The one who thanked me. I gasped softly.
    “Hello, Lucy,” I said to her.
    “Hello,” she said in the same small voice....
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posted by bunnibunnibaby
"It's nice here. I don't know many people though..." Victor brushed his hair back, smiling again. "Well, por tomorrow, all of the kids at school will wanna be your friend." "Oh..." Jade turned slightly to see the raven haired boy deep in thought. "What is it?" "Hn? Oh, it's nothing. Oh, we're here." The blonde looked up ahead and saw her house. "Really? Cause my house is right there." She pointed, and Victor burst out laughing. "Haha-I live right seguinte to you then..." The blonde looked at the house seguinte to hers. It seemed normal. A little old fashioned, but definitely normal. "Cool! Well, I'll see you tomorrow then?" "Yeah..." The onyx eyed boy took Jade's hand, kissed it lightly, then walked off. "What was that?"
Somewhere in the universe, a planet was dying.

The planet was Esphera, Earth's twin. Here lived people like on earth, who wore pants, shirts and dresses; they went to school and had emotions;they had their own currency. There were no cars here, but they had instead hovercrafts- spade-shaped vehicles that floated in the air. Most people on the planet were too poor to buy a hovercraft, one of the most expenisve items in Esphera.

But the thing that sets Earth and Esphera apart is the children.

Children on Esphera are all born with a special power-like invisibility-that vanishes at age 16. After...
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I roubou fifty dollers out of my dads wallet. Okay...I'll pay it back I swear! Maybe he won't notice it's gone....

I used the money to go to a movie with my friend. I mean, if my parents won't willing let me, of course this is going to happen. They should be expecting it.

I walk into the movie theater, and wait for my friend. I wait for ten minutos before I get a text message saying that they won't show up...I turn around to head to the exit and I crash into a man. I take no notice of his apperence. I look him stright in the eyes. "Oh! Sorry Miss!" He stuttered. "It's okay....what movie are...
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