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Facades

posted by Ichigo127

I wrote it once when i was down in the dumps =) composição literária helps....so if you're sad, Write....it's an easy way to let it all out =D
so, Here goes:
Facades. That’s something everyone has. Some may appear to be tough and cool, others will be cute and delicate but in reality, they’re all same. Pretending to be someone else, someone they’re not but someone they want to be. They’ll pretend to be living, but inside, they’re dead, full of shattered feelings.
Even the smallest acts in this life forces our facades upon us. Someone higher up will insult us and we’ll appear to be sorry and say...

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she don't amor you like i do

posted by Kimi4312

Heres a song about my boyfriend and his last ex enjoy

Hey, I heard your girlfriend had a fight with you,

She is a very crazy cheerleader,

She thinks she can fool everyone but she is wrong,

She can't fool me because I seen her bad soul,

She already fooled you but she haven't fool me,

I seen you smile everytime you walked up to me,

I never seen you smile in days since she showed,

I know what she is been doing behind your back,

I got your back since we were so small,

You walked me início and always stay por my side,

She don't amor you like I do,

She don't amor you like I do,

She don't amor you like I do,

Her...

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No going back!

posted by kayleebabee

Where did it all go wrong
what made us fall apart
I was so caught up in a dizzy
spin of fantasies
I didn't even notice.

Baby please I'm sorry
I know we had a bad run
but i know we can make
this thing work

There are lines drawn
and Ive crossed them
You made no attempt to stop me
In fact you probably welcomed it.

I've crossed the bridge
now i must stand and
watch it burn
theres no going back now.

I've done some real bad things
in my past, some to others
mostly to myself, racked woth guilt
but i must soldier on
Because ...
The bridge is burnt
I stood and watched it burn
No going back, no backing out...
I've crossed the line
Im in too deep
far too deep
in amor with you.

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Different Worlds - Prologue

posted by Bella_Swan3

A/N: Okay, so this was an idea that pestered me. Let me know if I should continue.

Taylor paced the length of her quarters. Being unable to sleep was, ironically, a tiresome experience.

She had been a vampire for less than ten years, and remembered nothing of her life as a human. In her mind, it was simply an odd void, like the only way to sense it's presence was from it's very absence.

Tomorrow, the moon would be the smallest crescent, and she would be forced to hunt, along with every other vampire there. To vampires, the moon always looked the same. It was only when humans saw it that way too, would they need to hunt.

Resisting was futile, Taylor knew. She had tried every time and failed. The pain would be worse than she could manage. Than anyone could.

She sank to the floor against the wall, and melted into the shadows.

Sounds

posted by mrs-mindfreak

Meredith sat up in the middle of the night screaming. Again. She felt tears wet her eyes at another miserable attempt at sleep. She wanted to pull her sore eyes from her sockets. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t stay asleep. She wasn’t going to get any mais sleep tonight, and Meredith knew that. She pulled off the sheets and slowly stood up. She wobbled slightly and held her head. These nightmares were going to be the death of her.
Meredith crept down the hall and into the cozinha for a little snack. Maybe some warm leite would put her to sleep. She reached...

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blood stained coração

posted by meganhartxo

i suddenly felt a sharp pain from my chest before i knew it i had fallen to the ground not knowing wat had happen to me i struggled to get up i lifted my head and was shocked to see my own mother standing before me and a sharp cozinha faca that i had once used griped in mothers hand i was shocked i tryed to say something but couldnt i was in to much pain but i couldnt believe it the mother that gave birth to me, raise me and that i loved dearly had done this to me i suddenly felt cold and fell back to the ground i layed there watching my mother staring at me in discust i felt a pain in my...

New Story intro

posted by SamsDarkSide

The blood dripped from my dagger, turning the waxed linoleum floor crimson. The smell of copper and metal made my nose wrinkle, and I desperately wished for a pair of nose plugs. Maybe I would start carrying those around with me.
I stepped over the twitching body that took up most of the cozinha floor and went to the sink, washing off the dagger and my hands. I waited for the water to wash the blood down the drain. I sighed with impatience and displeasure at the thick dexterity of blood. Killing was the fun part, but the blood drove me mad. It...

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My dream one night

posted by QueenVictoria73

I woke up one dia from a dream and remembered every segundo of it. In the ten minuets I stayed in cama awake but didn;t get up yet, I thought up a story. I went downstairs and typed this up, not caring about grammar, spelling, or sounding good at all. I stopped halfway through because my burst of creative energy had run out. Please excuse the choppiness and poor style of it, and just pay attention to the plot. Maybe it will inspire you or give you ideas for something else.

There is an evil witch that has a gray, mushy body that is very bony and bat-like, she can fly and screech and materialize...

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Shout out quiet.

posted by KatiiCullen94

ok, im sorry, but this isnt what i normally write, i wanted to try something different... im sorry if its lame..

I woke to same sound, as every morning. The cries, of a exhusted child always did. I had thought for a moment we had a routine going on but you know children, but its jsut doesnt happen. It's if as though they are engineered to keep you up late, have a colourful shoulders and bags under your eyes, Well my baby did.
I was young, and so was she. We had that in common. Thats all we had, She was the spitting image of him. He makes it hard to amor her sometimes.Which makes me hate him more,...

The Memoirs Of Georgina mirtilo

posted by odekanmi

Well this is my first novel on net really and I need for people to listen. This novel is is about a Hollywood mum who is sexy,sassy,witty,in her early 30s and still counting but she lost her husband to an an Hollywood husband snatcher.She is an actress,lecturer,teacher,wife and most especially a MOM. ssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssPROLOGUE: ssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss"Her...

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Two Dogs' Hope: Chapter 2: lost

posted by EmilyMJFan910

The fiction story I wrote EXCLUSIVELY for Fanpop. In Chapter 2. Enough said.

The cachorros ran furiously until they were out of breath. They stopped in the unfamiliar woods. The brother cachorro, filhote de cachorro looked at his sister as if to say, "Let's go back to Mama."
She refused, attempting to cuddle with him instead. He ran away when she tried to nuzzle him.
He ran away from the woods, closer and closer to the open field and his family. He looked back to see his sister wasn't running. He didn't care. She would realize he was on the right track. She'd catch up.
The speeding cachorro, filhote de cachorro looked straight ahead of him to see...

Life's a journey

posted by Faith-Rulz

Life may be a hard path to walk
but as the years pass you learn
on how to adapt and face it head on.

Fear of leaving something or someone familiar
to tread somewhere new and foriegn,
but thats the beauty of life
how we see things grow from the earth, the birth of a human life,
animals of the wild struggling for survival
through the ages since the beginning of time.

Where despair fills your soul
you cry for renewal within
it will take deep forgiveness in your heart
to wash away the hurt of betrayal
as it happens forevermore
as long as we continue to fight and hurt each other.

Love bleeds deeply when you...

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How To enjoy Writing?

posted by IloveMyLord

In this artigo I'm going to write about how to enjoy writing. I'm a writer and do a lot of writing, both for my website and for other people. I find some ways of composição literária are mais enjoyable than others.

How To Enjoy Writing

I find composição literária is most enjoyable when it's not done in a forced or particularly planned manner. If you find it's hard to get yourself to write, I think it's best to relax about it. Perhaps relaxation will be all you need to get your inspiration flowing, in fact.

I often spend some time meditating for ideas before sitting down to write an article. After a few segundos of keeping...

Getting por Ch. 21

posted by para-scence

"Shelby?" Sage asked quietly, coming into my room. "Can I ask you something?" I sat up on my bed.

"Sure," I sighed, not so enthusiastic; but I was trying not to be so irritable all the time. Sage came in front of the bed, then plopped down on the floor in front of me.

"What's that stuff you take?" she asked. I furrowed my eyebrows.

"What do you mean, Sage?"

"You know, that stuff you take," she said. "Like this." She put her palm to her nose, and inhaled deeply. My coração fell into my stomach. I quickly fell down to her height, and grabbed her shoulders.

"Sage. How do you know about that," I said...

A story of one storm

posted by halunik

I was just 5 minutos on foot to my dancing class. When I left início 20 minutos ago, I didn’t expect, I would be raining. But it wasn’t just raining – it was going to be a real storm. It was the middle of July and I was wearing a dress with the short sleeves. The rain was becoming heavier with each minuto while I was walking down the street. Unfortunately there was no comprar or bus station close for me to hide from the storm, so when I felt my dress all wet and drops in my hair, I couldn’t do anything but stopping under the tree. The rua was desert – apart from one car standing in...

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In The Attic

posted by InvadaMiz

Eleven ano old twins Miyu and Nakku have been begging their mother for weeks about checking out the attic, their mother finally said yes during week four.The twins raced up the spiral staircase to the attic.They found old toys and books, then Miyu found a small crawl o espaço door.
"Nakku!Nakku!Come here!"Miyu called out to her brother.Nakku ran over and saw the door she pointed at.
"Let's see what's inside Miyu."Nakku suggested, Miyu nodded rapidly and reached for the door.Nakku grabbed her hand, then looked at her like she was crazy.
"Miyu, let me open it first."Nakku said.He yanked the door open,...

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Ghostly amor

posted by PeterPansgirl12

Ok, heres a story I've had in my head for a while...

I haunt her, I know I shouldn't. Being dead is boring. It's not like I chose death. Death just happened.

I was a normal seventeen ano old guy, ready to start collge. Then, I saved her life. She means everything to me.
I amor everything about her. Her hair, her smile, her lips, her body, her laugh, her snort, her mad face, her happy face, her flirty face, her attitude.

I amor her.

That's why I pushed her out of the way when the murderer shot the gun. That's why I saved her life.

Now, I haunt her. I watch her every minuto of everyday, as a ghost....

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Caitlin's Story

posted by werewolflover

Caitlin Tresp moved to my small town in Tennessee when we were in fourth grade,which was two years ago.This is her story so far.
So,she moved here in fourth grade.She was in my class.It was her first day,and she was already being bullied.By everyone.Ecxept for my friends and I.Jessica,Molly,Chyanne,Tori and me.It was like she was already part of the group.We all got along greatly.But later in the year,Jessica and Caitlin got in a fight at recess.When we went back inside,we all had to talk to our teacher,Mrs.McDonald.By the end of the dayit was all sorted out...or so I thought.For the rest...

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a letter to my dear prince ~ poem ~

posted by tiny_princess

hiiiiiii 3
this is my very first time to write an artigo here in fanpop
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I`m in amor with composição literária poems . In fact , i believe that words can do mais . > that`s why my poems are my life !!!
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this is a poem which was written with my hamble keyboard =) hope you all like it =)

~~ a letter to my dear prince ~~

Dear prince,
I`m tired of living in this unusual life
My diary
Took me to an old distain memory
when I become your wife
I don`t know why ?!!
Every good memory has became whiter then white
Except the dia I saw you
You`re right
Special memories always colored with special liquids
But which kind...

Dark Nites - Chapter Two

posted by kateeuy

Alise opened her eyes on a beautiful Thursday morning. As she sat up, she wiped the sleep from her eyes and brushed through her long black hair with the tips of her fingernails. She looked at the time on her IPod dock. “Its 7:30, I’m late” yelled Alise as she jumped out of cama and ran to her wardrobe. She pulled out a white button-up blusa and a green tartan skirt. She opened the drawers underneath and pulled out a pair of black stockings. Alise quickly go dressed and packed her country road bag. She lived at início with her aunty, uncle and her cousin Eliza. Eliza rushed downstairs and...