Being A Successful Writer: The Binder

Alec’s eyes opened as the dia has started, he sitting up on his bed, remembering yesterday, how Grito basically gave them permission, no, forced them to create his group. Alec picked up the phone and gave Marley a call. He discussed what happened yesterday and if they should agree with Grito, Marley agreed, he hated the fact that innocent people were getting killed so he was glad to help. Marley informed Opal and she had the same idea. After he hanged up Alec got the phone book out and looked for the name ‘Norris’. After a few phone calls he reached her and explained the same thing. They...

Life is never easy alone.
But no one is ever completely alone, that would be impossible.
But if the only company you had was the company of an enemy, what would you do?
Well then, say that enemy was the only person you could rely on?
But what if they were the person that made you alone in the first place?
And what if it was the one you were falling in amor with?
What would you do if you were in this situation?
Here's what I did.






I was laughing my head off when the sino rang signalling end of school. I didn't even notice it. I was too busy trying to get Kyle to notice me. I mean, every damn girl in...

She wanted to know what else he thought about her, and refused to stop leitura no matter how painful its effect would be.
He said you are in med school. That made me happy since I was there too, though against my welling. I thought that you are passionate and caring, that you are loving and want to help everyone. I didn’t even know you and I drew you in my mind like an angel the same way you looked to me. I forgot in that minuto all what my father told me, and all what I learned about not being fooled with appearances, though I was, all my life, very careful with choosing my friends. But...

I still remember the dia I saw you. I never thought that meeting you would destroy me, would leave deep wounds that no one is able to heal not even you. You looked like a beautiful angel walking between your tow friends, carrying your books, ready to start a new ano in collage with arms wide open. You laughed and the whole world laughed in my face. You waved to us, me and him. When he pointed to you I could hardly listen to him. I could hardly see anyone but you. You jovens bruxas me with your beauty.Your silky, long, black hair. Your big blue eyes, their look full of amor and passion. Behind those...

"Carlisle we're home!" I called out as I raced through the house dragging Edward along with me.
"Carlisle? Esme? Rosalie? Emmet? Jazz? Alice?" I called my voice getting higher and higher out of panic.
"They aren't here Bella come on we'll go and find them." Edward said hoarsely taking my hand and tugging me toward the garage.
I flung my ferrari into reverse and screamed out of the garage. I hissed a stream of profanities as I raced toward Denali our first place to search.
"CRAP!" i screamed stomping on the brakes and screeching to a stop in the middle of the highway.
"I think we have been looking...

Serena

"You have no idea what I've gone through!" the girl tearfully screams at me.
"You're right. I don't. I have no idea what you've gone through, but that doesn't mean I don't care," I say calmly.
"Why would you care? You don't even know me."
"And you don't know me. How would you know that I don't?"

Kayla hesitates a little before answering.

"Because sometimes, not even being related to someone is enough to make them want to care. My own goddamned mother didn't even stick around long enough for me to remember what she even looks like!"
"Growing up must have been pretty awkward."
"You have no idea,"...

It's harder to forgive than to forget,
vice-versa, either way, it's still a threat,
time passes, memory flashes,
you're rememberin'
thoughts are coming in
no way to escape it, its a no win.
drives you insane, you try to up your game,
tell yourself they'll regret it and they'll live in shame,
just cause they dragged your name,
across every damn lane,
and you got hurt every time, yeah you still in pain,
and it ain't the same, you all tense around them,
and mais anger do you gain.
Deep down it's still hurtin' you
like every wound would,
it's like a throbbing cut
that keeps your eyes tight shut,
and you sound out...

Serena

I'd slept for most of the flight.

Rion was there to meet me, like he promised.

He'd hugged me, told me it would be fine, that I'd be fine.

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I took on the job of his personal assisstant, and I made a point to remember everything, from the way he liked his coffee to the way his escrivaninha, mesa needed re-organizing every few days.

I was a VERY dedicated assisstant.

He helped me with everything; he stood behind me silently as I endured my first morning sickness, and when I went into labour, which was five hours atrás he dropped everything to be there for...

Serena

I couldn't tell my mom. I tried, and I just couldn't. What's worse, she didn't try to make me.

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Later, I had cried out every tear I had, but it wasn't enough.

Just as I'd parked my car outside the complex where I now lived, a spark of hope flared inside me.

No one ever would know.

I sprinted up the stairs, I just couldn't handle the idleness of taking the elevator. I needed to run.

I burst through the door and immediately headed for the hall closet.

I pulled out a large suitcase and stuffed as many of my clothes as I could in it.

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Serena

I sat with Tia and her friends, but I could feel Shaun's stare.

After school, I was in a hurry to get in my car, so I didn't see him coming as I fumbled for my keys.

"Serena, how strongly are you opposed to seeing a movie with me this weekend?" he asked.

I looked up, at first not believing what I was hearing. I was aware that it was Thursday. Very aware.

"Unopposed," I said, so happy. Inexplicably happy, as I met his eyes. They weren't black, just a very dark brown.

"I'll pick you up," he said.

"Come to this address," I said, scrawling my rua and house number on a piece of paper my...

Billy’s p.o.v
“I can’t believe girls got a ghost hunt” Rocco mumbled. We were all bummed the girls always got the good cases. “Yeah, I heard it’s about a guy who had scratched on his back” Max said. I sighed. “What cases do we have?” I asked Caleb looked down at his computer. “A girl says that her boyfriend was on a hiking trip and he hasn’t called or communicated with her since last week” he said. I rolled my eyes. “Do you think there’s anything to worry about?” I asked them, they all shrugged but Caleb nodded. “Even if there isn’t we have to help her anyway”...

I decided to do a story where I put my iPod on shuffle and start writing. Lucky for me, all the songs were basically sad or angry music. So this is what I came up with :)

The rain pattered on the windows drowsily, drowning out Alana’s choking sobs. She sat in her favorito wooden rocker, and buried her face in her hands miserably. Her black hair clung to her sweaty face. Her clammy palms were wet from tears. She never wanted to mover from that spot again. Although she was filled with irrevocable remorse, she felt comfortable there. No one in the house, rain falling softly outside, and just...

She watched them as they moved down her street.
They never saw her, took great care in looking away before she noticed their shamelessly wide eyes were glued to her body... or, mais importantly what she embodied: this world they lived in wasn't perfect.
Her presence there seemed to pollute their pretty city and just like the odd cerveja can or stray McDonalds bag, they ignored her. She wasn't stupid though... she knew she was just as much an ornament as the ribbons that decorated the streetlights at this time of year, that she in fact blended in with the rest of the pavement and she herself was...

Luck has little to do with link. A long lasting composição literária career doesn’t just happen. A writer can burst onto the scene and quickly disappear. Another can have a series of hits then write a bunch of flops and never be heard from again. The difference between a long lasting career and one that burns out is strategy. Here are seven rules to help you find the right strategy for you and get you started on your journey to long lasting success.

Learn the power of focus. For most of us, we have mais than enough to do on a daily basis. And when it comes to any composição literária project the list can grow exponentially-...

Young and fresh and shining bright
Filled with wonder and delight
I see beauty, dia and night
I am young enough

Whether it's Real or just Pretend
Possibilities have no end
There could be magic, 'round the bend
I am young enough

Dolls can mover when I'm asleep
They come to life while I count sheep
And freeze whene'er I dare to peep
I am young enough

Book-friends all come out to play
My cama becomes a magic sleigh
Imagination rules the day
I am young enough

The sky can cry a lot of tears
The trees tell secrets; can't you hear?
The world's alive: to me that's clear
I am young enough

Grownups say the queerest words
Have...

Immediately,Yurin decided to make a list,called:"How to punish stupid Kai for forgeting Yurin Hasana's birthday"
1.Divorce,oh no no.Yurin won't let him "fall in love" with his work conveniently.
2.Beat him when he goes home,and let him suffer all the anger of his wife.
3.Throw him away from the cama room,let him sleep with the sofa for a long long time.
4.Try not to eat the comida he cooks.
5.Eat outside with Akira in mornings and afternoons and evenings(Kai never wants me to eat outside,haha)
And Yurin wrote mais and mais happily....until a parcel was sent to her.
-Ah,Akira and Karen's gifts,Yahooooooooo!!!!...

On the first days,everything went alright.Kai phoned her every time and every where.He talked to her so much that she felt he was still at home.But sometimes she talked to him,and just realized that he was absent when she received no answers.
But until today,it was completely terrible.Yurin was bored,Kai had been going abroad for 1 week,and in her dictionary "1 week" didn't mean"a few days".No comida any mais in the fridge,dirty clothes was full in the washing machine....and so many unconvenient things happened.Kai didn't phone her too.Despite of not wanting to say it,but Yurin had to admit that...

8AM - November 3
The naughty sunlights went through the small window and make that sleepy angel wake up.Yurin closed her eyes tight,groped around the bed.
-Kai,why don't you close the window
But there were no hands to close it,and no one was lying besides Yurin too.She got up tiredly,opened closing eyes and put her foot into the cotton sandals.She went to the restroom.
"They are just the sunlights,I don't need him.Anyhow I must get up"
After brushing teeth and washing face,Yurin went downstairs,decided to eat breakfast.Opening the refrigerator-it was empty,opening the other cupboards-empty too......