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posted by GummyBears_11
A poem written によって me. :]

Snow, snow, あなた are perfect.
When あなた fall down, あなた are white. A clean white.
Beauty, beauty.
The beauty of snow.


We put on mittens, we throw on scarves.
We run outside a pick あなた up, ball あなた up,
and toss you.

Then we get cold.

We run inside and drink coffee and cocoa, we
snuggle up, we run hot baths.

Why, snow, why are あなた so cold, so numbing?


~

A new girl at school is seen によって the クイーン bee.
She is approached.
The クイーン bee wears expensive clothes and carries a designer bag.
Her hair is sleek and red, with gorgeous highlights in all the right places.

She isn't skinny, nor is she fat.
She's just right.

"Want to come eat with us?"

The girl eagerly nods and walks to the 'cool' table.

They become good friends.

Till the クイーン bee does the unthinkable.

She spreads a rumor.

Of course, the poor new girl never had sex with
the クイーン bee's hottie of the week.

The girl is marked off as a whore.

She wonders, why is beauty so cold?

~

Snow, クイーン bees.

I must ask you.

あなた are so beautiful, yet so cold. Why?
~
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posted by coriann
Chap 1
They say the woods had magical powers, または that there were creatures possessing the woods that caused strange things to happen in the neighboring town. But myths may be able to fool the 19th century, maybe even the 20th century, but the 21st century? You’ve got to be kidding me. With the kind of first class technology that can map out entire areas through every nook and cranny, and that can create a program that can entangle the entire world in its web. The 21st century was 1st class, un-gullible and not easily fooled, too wrapped up in our own little bubble of a world that we created...
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posted by dragonwriter
I wake up. It's early in the morning. A cool wind blows によって my face whispering sounds i don't understand. I look up at the sky and notice that it is a light blue color and it makes me feel that there is no problems in the world. Looking around i get a different story.

Blood everywhere. Bodies over bodies and not a living soul in sight. Who could have done this? My head starts to spin and my vision is going blurry. A creature appears from the wind that was flying によって my head earlier.

This creature starts walking torwards me speaking in a language that I have never heard before. I go to reach for my gun and find a giant hole in my right leg. It continues to get closer and closer and is staring at me as if to be a hunter and I am it's prey.

Knowing that this is the end I look up at the sky. Beginning to close my eyes the last of my sights are focused ont he Blue Skys.
posted by viju
 Shining down in eyes....
Shining down in eyes....
Do あなた ever feel?
Like a melba toast
Breaking into pieces
With no way from sea to coast
Do あなた ever feel
That you’re so ignorable
But inside do あなた know
You’re inescapable
Do あなた ever feel like
You’re under pressure
But inside you’re ハート, 心
There’s an aggression.

You need to hear
Mellifluous voice in your mind
And than

(Chorus)
Run like a Meteor
Through the sky
Through the space
Shining down in our eyes
Run like a Meteor
Piercing the wind
With lightening speed
Shining down in everybody’s eyes

(Verse – II)
Do あなた ever feel like
You’re so irresistible
But really あなた are
So capable
Do あなた ever feel
That...
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posted by lucius_malloy
Under the surface of the ever-moving ocean, it is calm.
There are hardly any sounds bouncing about the vast space, and the ones that are have been muted, many times over. The roaring of a ship’s engines, mighty as a lion, is only a faint humming sound, もっと見る felt than heard as it vibrates its way through your body.
You’re floating, floating in a mass of blue. The only thing あなた can see is blue, blue, and blue – different shades, some lighter than others, some dark as a winter night in the North, but blue nonetheless. Now that あなた think about it, it’s slightly disturbing – oppressive,...
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posted by dragonwriter
Sky turns black. Memory fades. through all of this tragedy fate has taken my memories from me. No other thoughts. ハート, 心 pounding. Blood racing. No もっと見る time for thinking. Think quick and on my feet または death will surely get its grasp on me. As my enemy approaches i draw my sword. Once the tip of the blade is out of the sheath i hear it hit the ground as i feel a warm liquid pouring out of my open chest as blood gushes out of the wound. As i struggle to take my last breath i wake up screaming relieved that it was just a DREAM.
posted by MissMuffin38
It was just another day. The sun was shining, the birds were singing, and everyone was doing what they normally do. It was the start of the summer of 1939. In the middle of a war. It was 安全, 安全です here, most of the time. Everyone carried on like they always did, selling フルーツ on the market stalls, children drooling at the millions of different sweets on the shelves above them, and then running around, playing airplanes. Amongst all this was a house, with a family, that lived happily. Almost.

This family were the Nicholson family. They lived together in a big, fancy house, but not too fancy. The...
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posted by Thalia_huntress
plz tell me if あなた like it and if i should write more




2....1 ready または not here i come" i say. i hear my friend Annabel giggle. i go behind a 木, ツリー "found you" i said. "lunette!! Annabel!!" the owner of the orphanage called us. she was the most 苦い woman ever all because her husban died in the war. we sraitened out または dresses. "coming miss belle." we 発言しました in harmony. we rushed from the yard. "yes miss belle?" i said. "it's time for us to see if anybody wants あなた brats now change into the nice dress we gave." she said. "ok miss" annabel said. miss belle didn't know but every one made fun of...
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And of course, the initial reaction to a タイトル like this one is, "Well, why don't you make me care about what you're saying, first?"

So I'll cut straight to the chase: When submitting a short story, または even a poem for publication in a literary magazine, keep in mind that the editors receive hundreds of submissions a day, which means that they don't have time to read every last one of them. This is why it is incredibly important to hook them in your first few sentences, other than start slow and verbosely build up to why they should care. Therefore, this will be a succinct explanation of why...
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読書 to oneself is a modern activity which was almost unknown to the scholars of the classical and medieval worlds,while during the fifteenth century the term 'reading' undoubtedly meant 読書 aloud.Only during the nineteenth century did silent 読書 become commonplace.

One should be wary,however,of assuming that silent 読書 came about simply because 読書 aloud was a distraction to others.Examinations of factors related to the historical development of silent 読書 have revealed that it became the usual mode of 読書 for most adults mainly because the tasks themselves changed...
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posted by NormalcyIsDead
I’m sick and tired of it all
Run five laps, climb that wall
Ace that test, be happy everyday
25min. class lesson: due in two days

What’s wrong with you, Jordan?
Where are those ‘A’s あなた were sporting?
Oh no, あなた have a B, that just won’t do
Let me prod あなた some more, ask some 質問 too

“You seem to be slipping.”
"Get to the front of the race!”
You’ll never get finished
At THAT jogging pace

Yoo-hoo, girl, get your head in the game!
Idiot, doing the wrong lesson, there goes your good name
To most other people, I’m starting to come off as lame
But to me it's al the same: Run faster, think...
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posted by rebaj2010
I have this image in my head of a girl who spent the first 17 years of her life being loved. Loved によって her parents, her brother and sister, and everyone in school. She doesn't know the meaning of hate. Then this mysterious guy come to her school. He doesn't say much and the only person he notices is her. But he is different then the other guys at her school he is too sexy to be real. They fall madly in 愛 but what she doesn't know is that he has been alive for the last 268 years. He is no vampire but something that can scare the helll out of you. And he has a immortal enemy, and that enemy is the boy who is filled with so much hate all the immortals call him...The deffinition of hate(his real name being Marcus) And the girl so finds out that Marcus will stop at nothing to take her away from him and 表示する her what it's like to be hated
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