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Stalice - The Beginning

posted by Bluekait

All characters from the books and filmes are copyrighted. They have been used for this fanfiction.

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Alice comes back início from her trading trip. She missed her family and wants to meet her friends down in Underland. She recently heard that the Red queen has passed away and Ilosovic Stayn has been released back into the Red Queen's castle. Looking through her bedroom window, Alice saw Nivens looking at her and pointing at his watch. She gets dressed and follows him into the rabbit hole. She remembers how to go through the tiny door and brought the upelkuchen. "Hello,...

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Black Iron the Assassin chapter 1

posted by ITF

An lontra strode silently down the dim hall.
His pelt was black as night and his eyes were as blue as the sky on a cloudless day.
He wore a black tunic, which came down a little past his knees.
From the way he walked to the sly glint in his eyes, it was clear that he was crafty, daring and fierce.
He was young, yes, but he was the most advanced in his classes.
He had won duels with experienced warriors, beat the best archers and had even stolen comida from behind the cook’s back.
The Wave Warriors would be lucky to have him in their army, if he stood up to their expectations.
Would he?
He would...

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Kidnapped! Ch. 1

posted by MCF2000

Even though I was only a little kid-6 to be exact-I remembered that dia well. Who wouldn't?! For a kid being seperated from your parents to go to kindergarten was torture but being kiddnaped! I cried myself to sleep every night! I better get a mover on and start from the beginning before I tell you the ending already! My name is Ani Mayloan and this is my story.
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I was so happy as I ran início from the bus stop. For two reasons: 1 that dia was our last dia of school 2 it was the first dia the Wayhoo...

Room of anjos

posted by para-scence

Inspired por the song, "Room of Angels" por Akira Yamaoka on the Silent colina 4 soundtrack. ;)

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Worthless. Useless. Despicable. Wretched.

These are the words my mother used to describe me. Each word was like a dagger through me. But I was thankful. She might've come up with that soon enough.

"There's nothing like a mother's love," they say. I wouldn't know. If it included fear, pain, hate, and resentment, then yes. There's nothing like it. Not in the the entire world. But I think they meant it was wonderful. Not terrible.

But it was over now. She was gone forever.

I was allowed to her funeral,...

The girl who cried lobo chapter 6

posted by greenstergirl

My attempt to draw Danny....It is horrible

Her scream was high pitched. The kind where you get a shiver down your back. The kind when someone scrapes their nails on a chalk board. The kind where the person screaming is in utter pain. But gladly it wasn't all the way like that.

You would think the water elementals would be mais careful around the giant sea snake. It's one of the many creatures that live in our vally's lake. Some of the water elementals are even peixe or sea snake shape shifters. Thats why I laughed when one of them screamed at the giant serpent.

Trixi yelled at me for my rude behavior and we ran towards the snake. From...

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My Life´s Dream

posted by Takuya

I have always been amazed por animated filmes and comicbooks just because they both a great way to tell stories and the art usually looks amazing.

What i want to do is to create something that speaks to kids or teens just like the disney filmes and comicbooks did to me as a kid and thats why i´m trying to write a book and i´m going to try and get that published.

I really admire people who succed with composição literária a book,drawing comics or anything like that and i really hope that i can be one of them some day.

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"I Am Broken" - A Poem

posted by sevendeadlysins

Normally, this style just isn't me, but I feel like I needed to release all of my wrath, turning it into sadness, eventually.

So, I'm not an emo poem writer, but I just wanted to publicar this piece I literally just wrote.

I am broken
There's no one left to fix me.
All hope is lost
There's so much I will never be.

I am broken
My world has been shattered.
All hope is lost
I am nothing, destroyed and battered.

I am broken
The world around me falls apart.
All hope is lost
There is no chance for a new start.

I am broken
I have been left here on my own.
All hope is lost
There's no one else; I am here alone.

I am broken
The pain is too much for me to bare.
All hope is lost
In the end, the others just don't care.

I was broken
No tears remain in my fearful eyes.
All hope is gone
My world ended with nothing but lies.

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Used to Be - Poem

posted by 1-2vampire

basically, its what I used to be.

A sad and lonley sight
Sat at home, her chest feels tight
Her sadness wraps her in a ball
No friends, no confort, none at all
She's different but there's no help for that
They call her names that bring tears to her eyes
A freak, a loner, and now she cries
She wants to end it
All the pain
Just a friend, thats all she would wish to gain
Now the rain falls on her window pane
She stares outside, to keep her sane
Her feeling drive her mad sometimes
She thinks of this and now she sighs
No hope, no love, what shall she do?
She feels so lonely, but what about you?

My advice, is to...

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Broken Dreams Chapter 24

posted by BellaSwan636

Shaun

I watched two little girls playing, watching one in particular. She reminded me painfully of Serena. The little girl pulled her friend to her feet and ran towards a woman that I recognized.

It was her. At first I was sure I was halluncinating.

Her dark hair was a little longer than I had seen it last. She was wearing a black pencil saia and a deep blue blouse. She looked happy as the girl ran up to her.

She hugged the little girl. Their hair was the same colour.

I watched numbly as Serena looked at the child with unfathomable amor as she told her something.

Serena looked up at me, pain and shock evident on her face.

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Battle:con.

posted by Cutebutcrazy--

You couldn't and wouldn't,
ask for anything more.
Now all you want,
is to be able to rest.
For your famliy to be happy.
You wish you could help them,
through the pain,
but you can't,
you can only watch,
from the sky.
You can only watch them cry.
Hearts are now broken.
But your love,
is forever out spoken.
For twith out you,
there'd be no hope,
for those to come.
You put the doctors one step closer,
to finding the cure.
You may be just another person to them,
but to me your so much more.
Your one in a million,
your unequie.
I have just one mais thing to say.
Plaese rest now.
Rest now and sleep.
May heven bring you happiness and peace.

Survival - Part 2

posted by RobPattzLover7

It was Monday 7th April and Justin had to catch
the plane. He rang James immediately, so they
could head to the airport. Justin packed a variety
of clothing to wear on the journey. James arrived
and loaded his lugguage in the boot. "Thank you for
coming with me James, it means a lot to me" Justin said
with faith from his heart. "Your welcome, i know how much
it means to you buddy, and anyway you know how much i
love adventures!"James replied trying to humour Justin.

They reached the airport. Suddenly, in a faded flash the
man in the black suit appeared. "Hello boys, its 12:30 so
you have 30 mins untill...

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Will (Extended Version)

posted by Emoshinell

To me, Will is mais than a name. This is what it means to me:

W is for the softest whisper in the sweetest breeze of spring.

I is for the icy chill that goes down my spine when you spare me a small glance my way.

L is for the look my penetrating eyes give you when you turn away from me; when I want most for you to stay close to me.

And l is for the unconditional and irrevocable and irrational amor I feel for your soul.

Without you, my coração is silent. You arethe only one who has touched my coração and it will always be yours. You are my only love. I've left my coração with you; look over it closely....

My schooldays

posted by ZekiYuro

Daniela Nardini,actor,star of the BBC series This Life.Interview por Leila Farrah.

1.Where did you go to school?
St Mary's Primary School in Largs,a small Scottish town.Then Largs Academy,the local secondary school.

2.Did you ever get into trouble?
No,my school reports usually used to say 'friendly and well-behaved'.I don't think I was rebellious,in fact I used to be quite shy.I became mais of a rebel in secondary school.I stayed until I was eighteen,but I was quite lazy and uninterested and I didn't use to do very much work.

3.What subjects were you good at?
I used to amor English and art,but I wasn't...

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Little Girl Pitcher- Or What You Will

posted by ivoryphills

July 6th, 2012, Yankee Stadium, a ball was pitched and struck, sent 102 miles per hora out of field and into the stands. With a speed like that, a typical baseball fã would’ve believed that topo, início pro-catchers like Ivan Rodriguez would’ve caught that ball too easily. But no, it wasn’t Rodriguez or any professional catcher at all. It was a little girl.
8-year-old Momolola Hortwumu of Albany, New York, was cheering on the Yankees in the crowds with her father, Timothy, and older brother, Connilki, enjoying the game and rosa, -de-rosa cotton doces when-unexpectedly- a fast ball was coming her way. Instinctively,...

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I'm Here...

posted by icuSTALKER

My mother always told me I had golden locks that shone brighter than the sun. She said I was destined for unimaginable things.
I told her I didn't believe it.
Bobby told me I was beautiful and could outdo Katy Perry anyday.
I told him to go take a hike.
Kelly told me I was the most innocent, sweetest thing in the world.
I told her I threw my brother's boxers out the window yesterday.
I didn't believe a word of anything they said. People say stuff they don't mean, and when you're gullible enough to believe it, they drop you, dusting their hands off with ease, and you land in a faceplant and urso a...

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Broken Solitude (A very short story)

posted by Zero_Delta

I stood on the edge of the field, my sword raised to shield my eyes from the falling sun. "I'ts beautiful," I thought, staring out at the curve of the hills and the waving of the grama and trees, the grays and browns of winter, with the slightest hint of spring green.
I notice a movement off to my left and my sword drops to my side. It is the topo, início of a carrinho coming into view as it crested the hill. I sigh and walk back to the woods, knowing what would come next. The driver rings a signal sino viciously, clearly wanting me to stop. "Leave me alone." I mumble, I knew I should have stayed in the...

Lolita Cafe' chapter 1

posted by Skitty_Love

"Hello, master!" I greet with a positive smile and a bow. Yes. I hate to admit it but... I work at a maid cafe'! .... My name is Naomi Hanaguri. I am sixteen. My mom is really poor since shes on unemployment at the moment, so I decided to work at a Maid Cafe' to pay the bills. But it isn't any ol' cafe' , its a Gothic Lolita one. Yep, thats right. I am a lolita. Hey! Don't laugh!

I walk back towards the cozinha with the new order of fresh squeezed limão chá and a scone. My laced fingerless gloves clutch the mini clipboard. My puffy black and white corset saia sway as I walk. "Order!" I announce...

War

posted by moodystuff449

Why do we have something as stupid and pointless as war. Of all the things to create. A mother tells a child to stop fighting, yet calls a killer a hero. "Defend Our Country" yeah right. Defending means holding back someone who is trying to hurt you. It does not mean that if someone doesn't do what you tell them, you go into a country and kill their people. And if you have a quarrl with someone, why don't you settle it yourself instead of killing a bunch of innocent soliders who think they're doing what's right. Are we so primitive that we resolve to such matters? Have they ever thought of...

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The Boy and the Rose (competition entry)

posted by HLforever

Inspired por Le Petit Prince (The Little Prince)

There once was a young boy and a beautiful rose. The boy was kind and humble, and could only say "Yes". The rose was proud and haughty, and always said "No."

When the boy had first laid eyes on the rose, he had been entranced por her beauty. He had felt a tug, a tingling in his heart, that he realized was love. And so the boy devoted his life to the rose.

When it rained in the boy's village, he built a shelter for the rose. When there was a drought, he climbed a mountain and fetched buckets of clear spring water for her. When it thundered, he covered...

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A visualização of my unnamed story

posted by starwarsfangirl

This is just a little beginning part of a story I've been working on for at least a month.
I can't remember when I started working on this.
I'm going to try to write the rest of this and get it published someday.
This would be chapter one.
Please review.
Feedback 'feeds the writer'.
This would take place in a capitol village of a country named Merdonpoli.
It's a fantasia place where there are magical creatures, kings, queens, etc.
Enjoy.

Drew wasn’t a complainer. He prided himself on accepting whatever he could, and living on. But even so, this was a very small meal. Drew sighed as he emptied...