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posted by RainSoul
This is my attempt that being deep. Enjoy and I hope you have your minds blown away. ;3

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Say we’re up in space, and we remove all the stars or anything that is luminous. Light would be nonexistent. seguinte we’ll remove all the planets, minerals, materials, chemicals, particles, atoms, and anything in between. We remove thing, we remove matter, we remove time, we remove life. We remove substance. We remove dark matter. We remove reality. What’s left? o espaço and Darkness. There is no color. There is no thing. There is nothingness. There is darkness and space. If there exists no thing but something is present then is there really nothing there? o espaço is infinite so nothingness is infinity. There is only infinite nothingness. Life was a miracle. Now please define nothing to me.


Bonus Questions: What would be the temperature in infinite nothingness in the absence of (thing, matter, reality)?
Is reality really life?
posted by Sweet_Pants
 We're all human.
We're all human.
A/N: This is not much my type of composição literária style, but I'm going to try it out. Hope you like it. Please rate !

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This is a new day, a fine clear sky

Trades the sun to mock our sight

With these eyes, I see no blue



He’s clutching my arm, and yelling

Yelling what? I don’t know

But I’m falling, we’re falling

Falling into a hole, digging our my souls up

For someone else to find

If this is what I get for having one

I don’t want it anymore



And there are rose-less thorns

Biting my hand,

It hurts, and I’m crying

You’re hurt, and you’re dying

I don’t know...
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My passport seemed to be taking so long to be ready. And Ema’s cousin seemed to be taken por the beauty and charm in Europe. I had a life that didn’t mean anything, sleep, eat, and drink. Not even working. It’s been two weeks since I’m in Robert’s house. Ema visited me whenever she could. I didn’t dare to walk two steps after the front door of the house or the seguinte thing I’d be seeing is me on the ground, my hands behind my head and taken to prison to spend probably the rest of my life in it.
Among everything I didn’t have the slightest feeling of guilt. I thought I was right...
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posted by BellaSwan636
Serena

Kayla was raped in her own house.

What's more, her dad is reported to have committed suicide. Before he even heard that his own daughter needed him.

When I was little, I always had the blind faith in my mom. That she would always know which way to turn on the road. That if we got lost, everything would be fine.

That she would never desert me. Like Kayla's father has.

The girl is slumped against the wall, crying. You'd think that you'd eventually run out of tears, but you don't. It's just that, after a while, maybe you just don't have the strength to carry on any more.

You can dry up the tears you see, but you can never dry up the tears your coração sheds. Because when you cry, your coração gives up a little piece of itself that will always grieve. Always. I have every reason to know.

I put my hand on her shoulder, and she doesn't shake it off.
posted by BiteMeCullen107
I could hear the TV on and I could smell the coffee. I wasn’t sure if I was dreaming or if I was just hallucinating over the fact that the man that has been stalking me, for what seems like my whole life, was in my apartment.
    I must be dreaming, my subconscious must have heard the TV on and brought that thought into my dream along with the coffee I made yesterday morning it must still be stuck in the air and did the same to my dream.
    I stretched my muscles, I was really stiff. It must have been because I got a lot of exercise yesterday at the...
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Why Bother To Write If No One Is Ever Going To Read It - Tony DuShane via FilmCourage.com.
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The Best dia Of My Life (1 of Them)

I was at my uncle's house, waiting for my mom to come back. She was picking up my siblings from school. I was 4 yours old at the time. I was in my uncle's bedroom, as usual. And I was talking to him, as usual.

"Will, who's stuffed animais are on the bed?" I asked curiously. Of course that was a stupid question, but remember I was just a little girl. And I wasn't the brightest one eithier. My uncle spun around in his spinning chair and looked at me. "Mine. Why?" he had the nerve to ask. My uncle was the type of man that would give you the world if he could....
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This is a persuasive essay I had to write for my English class, I posted a fórum asking for opinions on addressing the reader. I know it's a dangerous thing to do, but I thought it would be okay to do here. Opinions are great, I would amor to here anything you have to say. Also, if I made any mistakes (i.e. spelling, grammar, puncuation) please point them out so I can fix them, thanks:D



Do you remember that feeling you'd get on the last dia of school? Remember how excited you'd be to finally get to do those summer things like ride bikes with your friends, stay up all night planning pranks, and...
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 Multi-Verse Allie
Multi-Verse Allie
Summary: Allie Jonas life is miserable.
She live with only one parent. Her mother is always sick.
Her father is doing who knows what.
What happens when an angel appears and gives her segundo chance in life.
A chance to have both parents and be happy.
But there's only one little flaw in having the perfect life.
She knows the future. Is it a gift or a curse?
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"Allison Margret, get up. We're going to be late," Renee Jonas said from the kitchen.

Fifteen minutos later, a seventeen ano old girl walked into the kitchen, wear a short sleeve t-shirt, hoodie, blue jeans,...
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Role playing or Rping as most of the community calls it. Almost everyone's done it one way or another whether they realize it or not. Remember those days when you'd pretend you were a movie character or a prince/princess or a pirate or whatever. You were role playing in a since. Now days when you hear the word role playing you probably think things like War Craft, estrela Craft, Nights and Dragons, Toontown, etc..
Something you've probably never figured however, is rping in relation to writing. Writing, that's all rping basically is. It's just composição literária a collaborative story from different points...
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Chapter 1
The miracle
It was over I only wanted my father and I could no longer have him. Yet again he was seduced por some girl. I never got what she met my “she was taking him away from me.” But I knew it met that I was going to be alone. Once again. That is a truth I could not handle I’ve been alone most of my life I didn’t want to be anymore. I just got my father back and no he is leaving me for some broad. I didn’t want to face the facts so I jumped of the roof of my house. The pain was excruciating but only lasted for a second. I sure thought I was dead when I open my eyes and...
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posted by rory2011
chapter (2)

john and carrie went to the museum ,they tried to find anything that give them some information about room 780 but sadly they didn't find much
the keeper saw them ,he know that something bad happened to them
the keeper call them "hey ,you", john and carrie "you meant us "
the keeper "yea ,follow me"
john and carrie followed the keeper they have no idea where they're going
the keeper entered carrie and john to his room
john asked "what you want from us?"
the keeper "your friend died? "
carrie" how did you know that?"
the keeper "oh come on this museum is suck no one visiting it ,and you...
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posted by Insight357
I hate you

But I just can’t seem to break you

Do I want you here?

Do I want you gone?



Everyone says your such a tease

But not to me

Are you real?

Are you fake?



Do I need to be

With this drama queen

You spout lies

No truth to be found



Why am I still

Trying to see the good in you?

Is it worth it?

Should I listen to them?



They tell me to go

Before I’m a victim

Of you mighty undoing

I won’t fall



I’ve made a promise

Can I keep it?

Will I leave?

Will I remain?



Promises

Sins

They all appear

The same



Lies

Sentences

Preach the

Difference



I’m listening to you

I can’t break you

I’m falling now

No one to catch me



Do I leave now

That I’ve fallen

Are you worth my time?

Am I worth this pain?



God, help me choose

For this is not my decision

Any longer

I’ve put my faith in my despair



Now show me the answer

Tell me what to do

Do I stay

Or do I leave you?
posted by para-scence
"Alessandra, you have two minutos to get down here!" Dad shouted from downstairs. I quickly pulled on my ratty old converse, not bothering to tie them. I ran downstairs, probably just making it to the two minuto mark. Dad folded his arms, probably upset that I'd made it in time.

"You're going to be late," he said. "You'd better get your bunda out of here." I grabbed my bag off the chair, and grabbed a doces bar from the pantry. Just as I got out the door, he grabbed a fistful of my hair, yanking it back. I yelped as my head jerked backwards, and I fell back into the house.

"Go say goodbye to your...
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posted by ambers1999
Ring, ring. “Hello”? ”Hannah I need you to come to my lab today”! “Doc”? but I thought”
…” I know, I’ve been working on something and I need your help”. “OK nice to talk to you again…bye”. In excitement I jumped out of my chair and put my best clothes on. Wondering what Doc was up to? I haven’t seen him in over a year, now that it’s the summer I finally have something to do. I raced down to Doc’s lab. The door creaked as I opened then I knew I was at the right place! “Hello” I said softly, “anyone here”? “Ah here you are I haven’t seen you in awhile...
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Of course, unlucky as she was, Lara Binks, reporter for the "Sunnydale News, got caught in a rainstorm.
And, since getting stuck in a rainstorm wasn't bad enough, it also happened when she was stuck on a rather revolting public bus, which had lint and dead bugs littering the stained carpet and torn chairs.
If that wasn't bad enough, she and the odd-looking passengers were travelling across a dirt road in the middle of nowhere.
Worse yet, Lara had to get a story into the office in three days, and there was no longer any way this was possible, since the bus driver had announced they were stopping...
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chapter 3
the party

the sino chimed and we all lead out of the hall, me and becca linked arms as we walked down and i thought to myself after the first day, i had some friends i was on the cheerleading team,and i had a party to go to tonight. i was acturally really exsited.
i didn't realise how much i was thinking and how much time passed, until i ralised that becca was now talking to tom liam and danny were play fighting and jake was looking down.
"whats up?" i asked quietly just incase.
"i was just thinking " i kept silent to give him time to tell me if he wanted to "i never believed in something...
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posted by serenacullen93
My world changed the dia my mom died as I’m in my fathers plane or our company plane that he owns. I remember the dia I was in the waiting room that the wreak had killed her . I remember stand on the cliff overlooking the ocean hoping that I would wake up to fide that it had all been a dream.
The metal had not cut though my mother flesh that her blood was not stain of the road. It was my fault I had been the one that had been at the party I should not have.     
    I pulled my headphones out of my ears as the plane touch down my father was standing...
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