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posted by Mermaidsea
Hair Ppllllllllllllllllllllllll! I am a mermaid fã and wanna be a mermaid! But I wanna see if I'm actually a mermaid... hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm................................ we can find out together :) comment if I know a sight that tells us if I they a mermaid :)
I heard that I can have these signs:
1. U amor the ocean
2. The ocean is calling out for u
3. U don't like wearing pants
4. I r naive
5. I amor baths
6. I watch dia little mermaid everyday. But the pergunta is are we mermaids? Do we have a psychic connection with the ocean?
Are we even humans?...
Pls we can help each other find out :)
posted by I_DONT-KNOW
So I don't know if I'm even goiing to continue this or not. But could you do me a favour and give it a read?

Run, musn't stop running. Can't look back, it's too late now, he's going to chatch up any minute. She was going to get caught, she's going to die.

4 days earlier.

Fear.Pain.Death.Alexis Baker was having another one of her nightmares, ones that she could hardly remember the dia after, but the pain and misery allways got left behind. Allways. A cold sweat covered her face and her whole body was shaking, her hands clenched and her feet twitched. She began to call out, muble words that were...
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I knocked on the large door and waited for her to open it. I didn't get the point of meeting here THEN going to the mall. The thought of Duncan made my blood boil. I don't know how this is gonna work. After that 3 segundo thought, the short but pretty brunette girl I call my best friend opened up the door. She smiled then looked at my hair, "You're gonna go to the auditions and meet hot guys looking like THAT?" Then she grabbed my hand and dragged me upstairs.

"This outta work," she beamed, grabbing the straight iron and the hair brush and took a lock of my long blonde hair.

"How long is this...
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This is a story that I wrote for a composição literária contest at school. It's called My Sweet Release... Here it is:

My Sweet Release

MY NAME IS DREAM, AND TONIGHT, I lay here to die. Just lying here is perdition, and my faithless mind reminds me that miracles don’t exist. My coração bleeds out, and my newborns are still unaware of my predicament. As my little gatinhos feel content now, I recall everything in my life that led me to this moment. …

When I was nine months old, I was a normal housecat; carefree, jubilant, peaceful. I still lived with my mother, as she took care of her latest litter. There were...
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posted by QueridaPantufa
It’s dark. I can’t even see my own hands. Where am I? I hear something! It probably just was a rato or something. What did they do to me? Can I escape? Are they watching me right now? Am I alone? My head hurts. I feel like someone is slamming a hammer against it. What do they want from me? Money? If it’s money, I’m in big trouble. I haven’t got any. Of course not. I live on the rua for god’s sake. Why me? Why did they had to choose me? Haven’t I gone through enough yet? Is this some kind of sick joke? Maybe it’s a punishment. I haven’t done anything wrong though. At least...
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posted by lindizzle215
Today my brother Joey and I were going to drive down to our family camp that we help with every year, we still do but were all teenagers so were counselors now.

"Cam lets go I want to get there at a desist hour." Joey said
"Fine, I'll be there in a minute." I said back while sitting on my suit case tiring to zip it up.
"Need some help?" Duke asked leaning against the door frame.
"Yes, please." I said
He came over, zipped my bags up and took some down stairs. I grabbed my other bags and ran down stairs. I put my bags down and said goodbye to everyone and that I would see them all in a few days....
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posted by mia1emmett
my mother called us down for dinner. we have not fixed up the cozinha so we were going to find a restaurant or fast food. we leaved close to the shops but i had to drive to get there. we all jumped into our new car. Roxy sat up front with my mother. but i had to sit back her with my drooling 2 ano old baby brother Ron. Ugh we were listing to Roxy's mix C.D she has not taste in music. i turned my ipod on and listened to it. after 3 songs we got to pizza hut. thank you! my sister really didn't like pizza hut but i didn't care. i was the first one out and went inside, i asked for a mesa, tabela for...
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posted by viju
Hmmmmm…. (This is a story) aha... (Of husband wife)
I’m not like them
Hmmmmm..... aha aha
That’s the way I am
La la la la la
I’m not like them
La la la la la
That’s the way I am

Be calm, why you’re screamin
Why you cry, when you see me hangin
With some, one else, why I feel
Like something burning

Stay back, why you’re comin
After me, now you’re feelin
Jealous, ain’t I feel
When you were with those bitchy babes when I was seeing you

With somebody else,
Like everyone else
All were watching your back
When you were flat
With those slut girls
You amor to hang with them…….

Tell me…..

(Chorus)
Why...
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Goodnight and Goodbye

He shut the door silently behind him, but not enough for her to hear his fragile coração breaking.

When he re-entered the hotel room from the balcony, a sea of faces greeted him. "Do you wanna drink?" Simon gargled, as soon as he saw Niles' worn face.

He embarked to his room, without another word to Simon or any other members of Daphnes family. As soon as he stepped through the frame, he saw Mel in bed, waiting for him. She put down the book she was reading, on the side mesa, tabela and elegantly unblanketed herself from under the covers.
She embraced him and a warm smile spread...
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Chapter Six

After running away from Sean Connors because she was scared that she will do mais stupid things in front of him, Jamie had tried so hard to not bump into him. To do that, Jamie ended the futebol practice session with Mac early and after having lunch with Mac, Michael, and Jake and for the rest of the day, Jamie did some chores that were completely useless and just relaxed with her family por hanging out with her three kids and at one time, having a very steamy make-out session with her husband in the basement to keep her mind off of Sean Connors who’s equally as sexy as the man she...
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posted by Bella_Swan96
OK, so this is a short story I had to write for English class. Plaese tell me what you think about it- I hope you like it.



“Z, get up,” Erin whispered and shook my arm. I opened my eyes to glare at his golden-tanned face. Erin was my best friend and all; but he was so impossible that it wasn’t even stellar.
    “I can’t believe you. Blue hair? That’s so last month,” I mumbled sleepily and sat up in bed.
    “It’s retro- purple is so not stellar… and so is sleeping in, FYI,” Erin replied with a smug smile.
    “No-...
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12 Stages Of The Hero's Journey (Narrated por Christopher Vogler) via FilmCourage.com.
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Story Structure Is 90% Of The Work - Jill Chamberlain via FilmCourage.com.
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What Writers Should Know About Intellectual Property - Kaia Alexander via FilmCourage.com.
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Why 99% Of Screenwriters Fail - Corey Mandell via FilmCourage.com.
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posted by ZekiYuro
A superhero is a fictional character with special powers.Since the first super-homem story was written in the USA in 1938,superheroes have appeared in various comic books around the world.But mais recently they have become better known as film characters.

Although superhero powers vary widely,superhuman strength and the ability to fly are common.Some superheroes do not have special powers but have developed other important abilities.In order to protect friends and family,a superhero's identity is normally kept secret,which often means superheroes have complicated double life.

There have been successful...
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posted by ZekiYuro
If you were hiking in the North American Wilderness and you saw a urso coming slowly towards you,what would you do?
a)"I'd talk to it quietly"
b)"I'd walk away slowly"
c)I'd try not to look at it"
d)"I'd make a loud noise"
e)"I'd run"
f)"I'd climb a tree"
g)"I'd pretend to be dead"
h)"I'd spray pepper in its eyes"
i)"I'd try to fight it"

Well,all of these are possible-the best thing to do depends on the mood that the urso is in.If it comes towards you slowly,experts say you should talk to it quietly,walk away as slowly as possible,and don't look the urso in the eye.It's possible that it will lose interest....
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posted by funnyshawna
There’s the shadow of a plane
The sound of an engine,
Flying in the rain.
Please, take me away.
Raise my hands to
Touch the sky.
Wish I could fly to the moon,
Maybe tonight.
Feet glued to the street,
I just have to
Reach.
Hey,
Hey, I just heard a plane
Fly over my place
Please, say that magic word
And take me far away?


This is just a short poem, inspired por Erin McCarley's song, "Bobble Head". I find working from songs a good way to cure my writer's block. It gives me a little push in the right direction. So if you're having trouble, try that :)
posted by jonas1fan
Some say every ano a mysterious girl named Twilight comes out on the first dia of October. The town called Ithaca, a.k.a, Dia das bruxas town, people think she is a vampire but it is not true. I just moved here but before I did I have heard legends about her. They say she meets girls and then they disappeared, never see them again. Hey, that is what I have heard about her. Well this is what I think, she is the Dia das bruxas spirits daughter and to come to see if people are ready for a real scare. However, if she scare’s you too much it may lead to death. I don’t even believe she even exits it’s...
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posted by amethyst44
 Never did I think that the person I was to face would be the beginning of a war I never wanted to get involved in.
Never did I think that the person I was to face would be the beginning of a war I never wanted to get involved in.
I sat confused and dazed, looking at the numbers that swam before my eyes. There was the dull humming the back of my mind that reminded me I done this essay with years and years of repitition, but there was no confidence in me that proved the evidence. I slumped back in my seat, tossing the pencil across the escrivaninha, mesa and closing my eyes, drifting into a light sleep.

~~~~~~~~

The forest brimmed with vibrant lights, glowing sharply beyond the bramble of branches and approaching the lake in the background. Drinks were passed around cheerfully, and the fogo roared with appreciative boldness. Dance music...
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If You Can't Answer This pergunta Stop composição literária The Story - Andy Guerdat via FilmCourage.com.
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