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posted by hgfan5602

When will this end?
Mass shootings
Terrorist attacks
Police brutality

They say it's just a gun control problem
They say it cannot be fixed
I say the problem is deeper
I say there is hope

When will this end?
Income inequality
Veterans living on the streets, penniless,
Dying por their own hands everyday.

They say this world can change for the better
But nothing has changed...
And I truly do fear
Nothing ever will

When will amor start?
The dia we offer a hand to the fallen
Instead of cringing back in shock
And running away

When will our world change?
The dia we amor too much to kill
The dia others' pain is our pain
The dia we act instead of just talking about it

"It's impossible"
"We're too broken to be mended"
"It's a hopeless battle"
I say, let us try.

CRUSNIC03, RainSoul and 3 others like this

Unknown00 The day when all will unite as one. How long have I dreamed of a future like this... Not just America, the whole world is suffering, everything is crumbling... Having still hope is really admirable...

TheLefteris24 ^ *Sighs*

Portia0623 Great poem. Well done.

CRUSNIC03 Great poem! Love it!:)

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Trapped

posted by liviabutterfly

Chapter [#2]

Narrators POV

An old man in a capa walked into the neighborhood in which Olivia lived. Everyone stared at him as he walked around.

Olivia's POV

I smiled brightly as I dived into the ocean, "wait up!!!" Oliver laughed as my five brothers ran after me with surfboards, buggy boards, buckets for picking up sea shells, and dad brought out our special maid sandcastle buckets. They were big and made the best structures ever!!! Plus our family is known for our sand castles/structures. I smiled and dived down, feeling the salty cold water against my skin, it's the best feeling ever. When...

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My Mystery Object (short story)

posted by fin900

I walked for so long, looking for something, not knowing what that someone thing actually was. The sky bleeding with an laranja sunset as the sun moved ever so slowly below the horizon. I stopped in my tracks ans stared for a moment, than went back to searching for my mystery object. This was a great time to take in the woods which have always scared me. It wasn't bad walking through them. everything was laranja from the ending of summer. It was like walking in those stories you always hear about. Just then, a soft rustle in the bushes interrupted my thoughts. Not knowing...

Protako- Chapter One

posted by BennieBear27

Chapter One

My alarm went off at 7:00 on the morning February 8th, 2017. I reluctantly sat up on the edge of my cama and yawned.

"Morning." I heard a voice say. My eyes were still closed.

"Luna?" I mumble. "That you?"

"Yep." I open my eyes to see Luna Middleton standing three feet diagonal from me.

I shared a room with her, her twin sister Kyla, and my brother Jacob. That's how everyone does here. You live with your twin and your SIDA partner.

"So, sleepy head." she smirked. "You gonna get up or what? If not, I'll eat your breakfast for you."

I don't reply and shake my head.

"Oh, come on!" Luna...

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Prologue to my fantasia book. Feedback needed.

posted by StarPotterRings

Prologue
The wind was howling like lobos in the night, and Will sat shivering in his post. The torre, torreta on which he sat overlooked a tall rock ledge that sloped into the ocean.
“Why do I get this bloody post.” he said to himself. The air was so cold up there that it sank right into your bones. Even though Will had dressed as warmly as he could with a thick woolen cloak, he could still feel the icy fingers creeping up his back. The fogo in the brazier barely helped either.
“Nothing as always.” he said as he looked out to the edge of the sea. He had taken to talking to himself when he...

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My topo, início ten must read books

posted by nimone

1 being the best 10 the worst
These books are great for summer leitura I can honestly say that anyone that reads them will want to read them again.

10. Deacula por Bram Stoker
9. The Hobbit por Tolken
8. I'm the king of the castelo por Susan Hill
7. 1984 por George Orwell
6. The secret diary of Adrian toupeira por Sue Townsend
5. Pride and prejudice por Jane Austine
4. Jane Eyre por charlotte Bronte
3. Lord of the Flies por William Golding
2. The curious incident of the dog in the nighttime por Mark Haddon
1 Rebecca por Daphne du Maurier

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Dont Say Goodbye

posted by ejenk1025

Chapter 2

I pull into the driveway of the cafe. I look into my rear view mirror. I look good. (Laugh) I get out of the car then fix my clothes. I'm ready. Just be yourself. Ok. I'm walking in. Don't fall. Don't fall .. He sees me. Just walk up to him.

"Hey."
"Hey. Glad you could make it." said Lucas
"I'm glad you could make it, too."
"Well. I work here so..." said Lucas
"You work here? Cool."
"Yeah. This is actually my mom's cafe. Let me introduce you." said Lucas
"Oh goody." I said nervously

Good impression. Good impression. Good impression.

"Mom, this is Brooke. Brooke, my mom." said Lucas
"Pleasure...

Eating out in SF

posted by ZekiYuro

Whatever comida you're looking for-an all-you-can-eat breakfast,a quick lunch,a romantic dinner-you'll find it in San Francisco.The city is início to over 4500 restaurants and eating places.And they're not only for tourists.On average,San Franciscans eat out 267 times a year.

You can eat comida from anywhere in the world,from afegão to Argentinian,and from Vietnamese to vegetarian.With Mexican fast food,Italian bakeries,hundreds of Thai,Chinese,Vietnamese,and Korean restaurants,and in-and-out Japanese noodle shops,it's possible to eat your way round the world during a single San Francisco weekend....

Hourglass - Chapter Five

posted by alicia386

Chapter Five

Mason met Olivia at his favorito restaurant. It was a perfect dia for a jantar date. The sun was shinny, the clouds were extra white, and the grama seemed greener then ever. If only she knew that this was a jantar date. He signed the last autograph for today as Olivia sat across from him at their round table. Her hair was curly and in a ponytail. Then she wore a red dress with a thick, black cinto, correia in the middle. His segundo impression of her was still the same, gorgeous. This encontro, data was going pretty well but Cassidy dresses better. Mainly because Cassidy is rich but he didn't want to...

Hourglass - Chapter Four

posted by alicia386

Chapter Four

Olivia was extra busy today. Today was the first dia of the movie shoot for Hourglass. Before they could even start recording the movie, the would have to check up on everything. The wardrobe had to perfect. The scenes had to be accurately planned out. Then they had to make sure that all of the camera crew was positioned. Olivia wouldn't be able to receive the permits until tomorrow. So they couldn't start filming until then. She followed closely behind Mason as he did the daily check up.

Mason went straight towards wardrobe and the outfit choices. The outfit for Charlotte's arrival...

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Remembering is Just an Invention of the Mind

posted by hgfan5602

Remembering is just an invention of the mind,
So you need not try to remember something,
You remember it automatically.
Which is the best thing that you could have.

The good times that we had...
It is placed in a portion of your mind.
The bad times that we had...
It is placed in the other part of your mind.

You try to forget all of the bad things that happened,
But it is not possible.
It is stuck in you.
The bad things are painted in ink on your heart.

The good things, you try to remember.
And they stay.
They never go.
Never leave you.

Remembering is just an invention of the mind.
And, well...I guess I'm happy for that.
So I can remember every friend I've had,
Every boyfriend,
And all the good times.
Every memory will never leave my heart.
They will never be forsaken.
Never.

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Executed Innocence

posted by Problematic129

*Poem I wrote for a class project on the holocaust.
DON'T COPY*
Different in ways they couldn't control
Killed for reasons we do not know
Ranging from ages young to old
The innocent people were taken from homes
Soulless people did not care
That the Jewish were in despair
Concentration camps ending their screams
Breaking apart their families
Not once did they do anything wrong
They opened their mouths and sang a sad song
Years went por and mais pain came
Until on one very special day
As one we all saved
The survivors of the Holocaust

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Be Proud, you're a Donkey! (A short story)

posted by sahour95

Stan, the young donkey, was wandering sadly around the barn. He seemed hopeless and wounded and had no desire to speak to any of his fellow donkeys; even talking to his father was not appealing to him that exact moment. In fact, he was feeling ashamed of having a donkey father. He was ashamed of being a donkey altogether.
As the moon and stars scattered across the dark, blue sky, Stan decided he no longer to wander. He needed some solution, he needed reassurance, and only his grandfather seemed appropriate for that particular job.
Grandpa Roger was sleeping peacefully in the barn. He had become...

Childhood Friends, Adult Crush [01] (slash/boyxboy)

posted by Insight357

Bane’s POV

I laid in the grass, watching the clouds. I was beginning to dose off, right before sleep took me, a body pounced on me. I groaned, and looked up. A shaggy haired boy was sitting on my chest, giggling. My best friend, Christian.
    “Get off!” I yelled rolling over. He slid off me.
    “Party pooper,” Christian stuck his tongue out at me. He was so childlike, but that was something I had always loved about him. That’s also why we got along so well. He was hyperactive and loud, while I was cynical and quite.
    I...

The apprentice

posted by Hades223

CHAPTER 1

Jason Card sat at his escrivaninha, mesa in his science classroom bored out of his mind. He hated science. It was his least favorito subject. Mainly because it was the last subject of the dia and por that time Jason was usually ready to go home.
Mr. Form droned on and on about chemicals or something. Jason didn’t listen. He just sat at his escrivaninha, mesa and drew on some paper. He was a very good drawer.
Jason Card was a fourteen ano old as of yesterday. His black messy hair never gave in to a brush which usually meant it was mangled and messy and went down to his ears. He was wearing a simple red t-shirt...

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the crystal night chapter 4!

posted by cullens-rule

Chapter 4 Tom

“it would be easier if you knew, but I will try to explain, as well as I can, you know my name is Tom but my segundo name is Cullen”
I interrupted him now
“Tom Cullen? Sounds old fashioned”
“It is, any way I’m just seventeen”
He looked away sheepishly like he was lying this made me curious would he really lie about his age.
“my real parents are dead now, they died of an illness I don’t really know much about them”
“I sorry that must be coração braking”
He looked miserable he looked into my eyes and I could feel his pain, but he carried on
“I take after my father...

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How to give emotion to a story

posted by e2mma2weasle3

How to Add Emotion to a Story

1.    Understand palavras chave or Key Phrases. Key Phrases are phrases in a story that triggers the waterworks. They are sentences that make people cry. Such as, a pet dies. You could write, "Goodbye, Old friend." A Key Phrase could also be an action. Such as, there are two pets. One pet dies. The other pet tries to sleep with the other one por cuddling up to the dead body.

2.    Add a lot of relationship between the one who dies and another character, whether that is a human or an animal.

3.    Add comedy to the...

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The Darkness (A Poem)

posted by sapherequeen

*Sigh* Okay, this is the first piece of composição literária I will ever share with anyone. Rarely does the idea of a poem ever enter my dark mind. But tonight, just two minutos ago, this one came to me, and I had to...write...it...down...

I’m aching here
I’m bleeding there

Pain strikes within
My every move

And there’s
Nothing
I Can
Do
To Make It
Stop

The tears roll down my face
And freeze there quickly
And stay until the time comes
Where they are no longer frozen
And begin to stream down again

My hurt was bottled up
But someone broke the bottle
And now it’s
Everywhere
And there’s nothing
I Can
Do
To Heal Myself

I’m...

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Who Are The Real Monsters: Chapter 2 Hidden Creatures, Hidden friends Part 4

posted by H-A-T-R-M

“Look at them, trying to figure it out. Trying to work out why a pure-blood has come to their school, Antiworld, huh? This could be fun”. There was a young man sitting on the topo, início of a gargoyle wearing a white camisa with a black casaco over it. His eyes where a light green with a black cat eye stroke through it. As the man stood up you saw that he had pitch black hair and his skin was white like paper. As you closed in on the man’s face you saw his eye drop a line of blood down his cheek, as if he was crying blood. The man looked up at the sun covering his face with his hand, he closed his...