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posted by werewolflover
oi guys!Okay,my friend is composição literária a vampire series(please don't judge it yet)and she doesn't know whether or not to keep writing.I'm gonna post these stories on here and can you please comment on whether or not she should keep writing.BTW,it is supposed to be weird,strange,crazy,stupid,funny,ect.
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Hey,my name is Allie and I'm in high school.I'm 17 and have this weird secret...i'm a vampire.
I can't live a normal life because everytime i get close to a human,i start to smell their blood.I try to resist,but sometimes i can't
I really like this guy,Nick,but I think it would be weird if we were in the middle of a encontro, data and I'm sitting there sucking his blood.Yeah,creepy.
Well,I go to Emmett High School in Aliceville.I live with my mom and stepdad.My mom and dad know my secret,but my stepdad doesn't.
I really wish I could just live normal.I want to have a boyfriend and normal friends.
My best friend is Rosalie.
So mais about Nick.He is handsome,has a face of an angel.Hi is SO hot.
I really like him but I don't think he feels the same way.
Well,I'd better get to school.I walked into my 1st period class,Mr.Cullen's.This is my class with Nick.I took my assento seguinte to him.
The sino rang and I walked to Mrs.Lovato's class.
"I hope I pass this test,"I said to Nick.
"Me too.Hey,do you want to go out sometime?"I heard him say.
"Are you talking to me?"I asked him.
"Yeah,what about Friday?"
"Umm"Oh,no.I can't.I could kill him."Sorry,I've got plans."
"Oh,O.K. I don't mind being rejected."
"Oh,no.That's not it.Rosalie and I are gonna have a G.N.O."I turned around and worked on the test.
The seguinte day,me and rosalie saw twilight.I couldn't take my mind off of nick.
Maybe I could just try to go out with him.If it didn't work out,I wouldn't try again.
When I got home,I called him."So,how about that date?"
"Oh,how about tommorrow?I'll pick you up at seven.We'll eat at taco Bella's."He got off the phone and probably started working on his abs.He is so SPICY.
So the seguinte night,we were eating at taco Bella's.He gave me a present.It was a dog.He was as white as Casper the Ghost,so I named him Jasper.he was so cute!
When I took Jasper início he WENT on my bed.I don't use it anyways.Since I'm a vampire and all.
I called Nick the seguinte day.He was crabby.Said something about getting comida poisining."Worst sushi tacos ever,"He mumbled.
Later,Rosalie came over to my house to watch a movie.Then out of nowhere I SMELLED it.The blood.It smeled so good.
So it happened.I bit her.I had to taste it.She screamed but I couldn't stop.
Then,all my nightmares came true.Nick walked in"AAAAUUUUUUUUUGGGGGHHHHH!!!"He pulled me off.
Nick took Rosalie to the hospital.They said she would be fine.I hope so.
He came back and said,"So that's why you didn't want to go out."
"Yes,please don't tell anyone.Though I'd rather tell EVERYONE my secret to have a chance with you."
"I won't tell.I told the doctor she hit her head on a hammer."
"They believed you?"
"Yep,and I like you,too."
I smiled."Come on.I need to show you something."I took him to my room.
He looked around."Umm,Jasper took a dump on your bed."
"I know I don't sleep,anyway.
"Right.I'm still getting used to having a vampire for a girl friend."He said,ever so casually.
"Girl friend?!?!?"
"Oh,so you don't want to be my girl friend?That's fine.There's always Taylor.She's hot."
"Well,Zack is spicier than you"We both laughed.
We went to see a movie the seguinte weekend.I thought Nick was going to kiss me but he didn't.Boo-Hoo.But he did kiss me when he dropped me off at my house...on the cheek,but it counts.I think we're gonna have a good relationship.
posted by coriann
I wish I had a best friend, her face was as sweet as honey, mixed with molasses and cane sugar, and vanilla extract with almonds sprinkled on top.

Her voice was like roses, blooming out of a fresh garden, and for each word, one flower, at least that’s how I pictured it. And just as the sweet smell of the flores draw the bees nearer, so they could suck the nectar, so her voice drew me nearer with her fragrant words and perfect English, and mellow sound…yes…mellow. Nearer to her tongue, so I could suck the sweet nectar off that as well.

Her hair was like golden sunlight, reflecting off the...
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posted by Dearheart
If you're wondering, "Diem Mirabilis" is Latin for "Day of Wonders". (At least it's SUPPOSED to be. My Latin isn't what it used to be, hehe.) This was just a little something I whipped up for a story I'm writing. I wanted to put something at the beginning of each chapter that roughly follows the times of day, and I couldn't find anything good. So I made my own. =) Hope you enjoy it!

Diem Mirabilis

Morning:

for Morning is made
of mysteries and uncertainties
the hopes of beginnings
the risks of unknowns
the potential for greatness
or failure

Midday:

for Midday is the height
of the glory of the sun
the climax of twenty-four hours
the brightness that blinds and clarifies
the respostas once hidden
now unveiled

Sunset:

for Sunset arrives
with the final shift of the sky
the afterglow of the triumph
the sweetness of the last drop
the closing chapter of a story
and the beginning...

of a new one.
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Source: Henry David Thoreau, axemnas,Casablanca
posted by FightingDestiny
This is a small poem I wrote a while back.I hope you like it, please tell me what you think
Thank you
-Aurora




The Wind is cold against her skin
Numbing her body perfectly,
Erasing the pain she knew all to well
Escaping her problems if only for a moment
The chill of the breeze whispering to her
"Just do it" it taunted, "You know you want to"
Each time, the voice got louder
Beckoning her to let go, end it all
Was it worth it
Some would say no
But to her it was everything
Yet the voices called to her
"Let go, Let got, ... Let Go"
posted by Attirox2
"Daddy where are you going?" a squeak said from the corner. I looked down to see wide blue eyes looking at me with fear. I couldn't just abandon her but I couldn't stay and face the the mess I had just created. "Terra stay out of this!" I shouted at her. But she just kept at it until I finally snapped. I grabbed her por her night camisa and threw her onto the sofá with a loud thud. She fell of and hit the cold wooden floor. I looked at her and had the urge to finish off the last bottle of Vodka, which I happily fulfilled. Her cries turned into sobs as she laid there in a ball that filled the...
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posted by madening_mahem
 Example of the 'Dark Figure'
Example of the 'Dark Figure'
Somewhere in ancient Japan...
A dark figure emerges from the shadows cloaked only in darkness, his weapon exposed, the blood of his victims dripping from it's blade. A creak in the floor alerts him of mais to come, he waits in the dark for his prey to come. They slide open the door only to be slaughtered. As he slays them he notices a girl out of the corner of his eye, standing there in absolute horror. He raised his blade ready to attack, but for some reason he held back. Him, a demon of the night, him, whose hands had been stained with the blood of many women and children, could not murder...
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posted by skipperluvs
“Fuck you.” She said when he upset her, which was almost everyday. She sighed as he looked at her foolishly. There was just something about him that she hated from the start, but there was something bigger about him that she loved. She looked over at him and his friends laughing hysterically.

“When?” He laughed even harder, the crowd’s voice growing louder por the second, and anger filling her face to hide the shy blush that actually sat atop of everything. She rolled here eyes at him and put one of her hands on her hips, her hips cocking to the left and seeming lazy. She then got...
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posted by Cinders
I've been slowly but steadily coming to the conclusion that poesia as an art form is quickly losing its flavor amongst the iPod generation. And I'm not talking about contemporary poets who don't get read por the masses, because as Gertrude Stein would say, "Those who are creating the modern composition authentically are naturally only of importance when they are dead because por that time the modern composition having become past is classified and the descrição of it is classical. That is the reason why the creator of the new composition in the arts is an outlaw until he is a classic." Or,...
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Source: google
posted by Lord_Anubis
What is love?

Oi there mates… Let me tell you few things here. I actually asked myself that pergunta long ago. Why? Well, maybe because I had no friends or other people who would accept me when I was a kid. Now I know all that matters is to accept yourself and I got a lot of friends, but to find that explanation all alone pulled me through a lot of pain. Aye... You couldn't believe it. Most of the people can't endure the lonlines, I've seen it... And finally when I found the explanation, I asked myself: ’’What the hell is amor then?’’. Lately on I started to watch other people to see...
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posted by amoremusic
blessed
when i think about the things that God has blessed me with i get to excited to think that he has done all of these things for me and only me, so that the people around me can be blessed as well,

The things that i cherish the most is family and the impact that they have on me as a young woman, the amor that they show me everyday of my life, there is a quote that fits what i'm talking about and this is what it is:

"Family, they are the people who bring you up when you are down, they are the ones that you can turn to when life isn't going the way you want it to, they are there to comfort...
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posted by BellaSwan636
Serena

Tia had told me that he obviously liked black, so she'd chosen the scary cabeçada topo, início and skinny jeans with black peep-toed heels. Tia had gone overboard. I looked like a freaking goth.

I thought I was dressed way out of my league, but Tia said I wasn't. It was difficult to believe her.

Still, I dropped a plate when I was in the cozinha on Saturday evening when he knocked on the door. I almost twisted my ankle in my hurry to open the door. I threw it open, and I almost cried in relief when it was him and I hadn't almost injured myself for nothing.

He looked stunned when he saw what I was...
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posted by whitelion
your smile, your eyes, your voice
as if you gave me a choice
everything about you i loved
all other feelings aside i shoved

on your every word i hung
and even among
a crowd, only you i see
nowhere else i would rather be

these feelings for you, that are kept inside
i can no longer hide
everything about you i admire
you are all i desire

so kind, so sweet, so passionate
everytime our eyes met
my coração would race
while looking at your smiling face

full of buety, life, and joy
with my emotions you play like a toy
like a wild beast, my emotions cannot be tame
and i don't even know your name
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added by SomethingDreamy
added by Andressa_Weld