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brand Eyes (a poem)

posted by shomill

He has brand in his eyes.

Burning, flaming, blazing with his fury,
But not at me,
Never at me,
For I am his love,
The one he holds above
All others. His fury
Is for those who would harm me,
Who would dare to bring bitter tears to my eyes.
They alone see the full fury of his fire.

He has brand in his eyes.

They sparkle when he smiles,
Crackling brand behind dark irises.
They are beautiful because of the firelight behind them.
What is he thinking of as he smiles at me,
The flames in his eyes gleaming brightly?
He's thinking of the thing we both hold dear,
The treasured, precious love we share.

He has brand in his...

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TRUE LOVE

posted by T-lover

what I'm writing isn't exactly an artikel , but I hope u will enjoy it ^_^ ..

Girl; Do I ever kruis you'r mind ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Do u like me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Do u want me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Would u cry if I left ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Would u live for me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Would u do anything for me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Choose me of you'r life ?
Boy; My life .

The girl runs away in shock and pain and the boy runs after her and says ....

*The reason u never kruis my mind is because u are always on my mind .
*The reason why I don't like u is because I love u .
*The reason I don't want u is because I need u .
*The reason I wouldn't cry if u left is because I would die if u left .
*The reason I wouldn't live for u is because I would die for u .
*The reason why I'm not willing to do u anything for u is because I would do everything for u .
*The reason I chose my life is because u are my life .

5

Different Worlds - Chapter 1

posted by Bella_Swan3

Taylor had never shadow-walked with no destination in mind. Shadow walking was something she was slightly afraid to do. It made her feel unbalanced, as if she had been gegeven too much control. Like standing on the edge of a cliff, the wind pushing u to jump, and some part of u secretly wanting to succumb to it's persuasive power.

She opened her eyes to the flat, glassy expanse of water in front of her. The tiny sliver of the moon was distorted door the waves.

Granted, shadow walking allowed her to appear wherever she wanted, but to her, it also served as a constant reminder that she was not...

2

Rollercoasters - A Bumpy, Crazy Ride of a Poem

posted by Dearheart

slowly climbing

inch door inch

bringing me closer

to my doom

butterflies of

anticipation

flutter nervously

in my stomach

knuckles whiten

jaws clench

what have I

gotten myself into

the suspense

is killing me

I'm going to hate it

I'm going to love it

I might lose my lunch

but I don't care

heaven help me

here it comes...

...

I hold my breath...

...

and then
I scream
my stomach
drops
my breath
is stolen
my heart
is pounding
adrenaline
courses
through
my veins
amid screams
of sweet terror
I fling up
my hands
and ride on
the wings
of Thrill!

Gods: Chapter 7: brand and Ice

posted by gossipgirlxoxo

I walked in and saw Dawn and Thor. I walked over and gave them both a look. “Where are mom and dad” I asked looking around the house. Dawn smile. “Still in Australia” I looked at Dawn with a confused smile. “Well then what’s going on” I asked. I was angry at Thor and Dawn and not because of Liz of that mom and dad were still in Australia, but because they weren’t telling me anything. “Well?” I asked. Thor looked at me but he didn’t smile he just stared at me. “We were told to go home, we don’t know anything” he zei in a clam voice. I heard a bang, I turned and saw...

2

Come What May

posted by CheeryDavis

Hi, so this is my first story put on here! It's in poem style so i thought what the hooi-, hooi i'll post it! so here it is:

the sky turns black and gray
all the color withers away
but in your arms i will stay
come what may

the lights could dim
the sky could fall
the world could stand still
but your arms are all i can feel
and in them i will stay
come what may

the waves come crashing
pulling me into the deep
but your arms are all i can feel washing over me
and as u pull me up and hold me close
i know that u will never let go
in your arms i will stay come what may

the sky shines bright for the first time is...

5

My True Love- "For Coach Joy"

posted by iluvtheshow

I remember the dag I fell in love.
Not just simple love.
No, this was head over heels, I'd die for u love.
I remember where I fell in love.
A small middle school in a small town.
A place u could easily miss.
I remember the my matchmaker.
A short women, but with meer brand then u could ever imagine.
meer passion for what she does then I had ever seen.
I remember my girlfriends who were with me.
My athletic, sassy, fun-loving chicks.
My flirting consultants.
I remember him.
Good God, he was beautiful.
Yes, I remember the dag I fell in love.
True Love.
Head over heels love.
With..................
Basketball.

--------------------------------
This is dedicated to my first real basketbal coach. She taught me not just how to play basketball, but how to be part of a team. I have so much respect for her and I know I should thank her everyday for helping me fall in love. For Coach Joy.

5

Sorrows BTW THIS IS 6 YRS OLD,

posted by CullensFinest13

u hurt me I hope u die I cant belive I trusted u I cant belive I loved u I cant belive I stayed up and worried that u wouldnt call. I cant belive that i loved u i trusted u and cared for you. im tired of u its time i let u go but your always there u wont leave me alone...its time for u to leave so never come back walk out of my life i am going to lock my door and never let u back in stay out so i can be happy u need u need to die let me live my own life u shouldnt be controlling me anymore im not property im a human and i dont belong to the likes of you, u were...

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Step-by-step guide: Mary Sue's

posted by vampiress015

I presuming we all joined this spot 'cos we love to write, right? If so then u all know what I'm talking about when I say that we all love our main characters and sometimes want to make them the best people in the world.

B-O-R-I-N-G

Yes, we want to make our main character gets the best out of the story, since it's their story. But if they're the best people in the world it doesn't really make them believable and then the reader just doesn't care about them (which is hard to understand cos we as the writer love em, but unfortunantley it's true)

So here is my step-by-step guide to make sure that...

2

Dreaming of Nightmares

posted by Sweet_Pants

Just a poem. I hope it isn't much of a bother to rate.

I dream of all things

Uncertain of dark deeds and pasts

Within these thoughts as dark as sea

When once those wings of black

Hung over all

Shadowing but of the wretched white

That blinds me of all beauty.

I dream of all things

From happiness to highs

Let down these pills

of I’m gone, retreat inside my mind

Where none but the darkest thoughts

Swallowing twilight

I dream of all things

From the stories told door hidden scars

Unable to toon themselves

Under this intense scrutiny

That makes up this world’s attire

To the times that I could be happy

Without a drug to create

The much-needed illusion...

I dream of all things
No matter of their contents
Because, well,
Nightmares are still dreams.

2

iTunes Shuffle

posted by mrs-mindfreak

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 of 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 favoriete 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 verplaats 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...

6

u Shouldn't Have Shot The Dog - Short Story

posted by chel1395

‘You shouldn't have shot the dog.’ That single thought reverberated inside my head, knocking from side to side, smashing at the sides of my skull until I had to put my hands to my temples in a futile attempt to stop the pain. The man sitting volgende to me took a swig of his whiskey, the glass bottle knocking against his yellowed and rotten teeth. His other hand held onto the steering wheel, maneuvering the car down the winding and deserted stretch of highway. I leaned my head against the cool glass of the passenger side window, willing my head to stop pounding. From the radio, the soft strains...

20

A Writer’s Mini-Game Plan: Seven Rules for a Successful Career

posted by daragirard

The Writer Behind the Words

Luck has little to do with link. A long lasting writing 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 u find the right strategy for u and get u started on your journey to long lasting success.

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

4

Being Strong.......

posted by hikaru13

I have a secret: I'm afraid. I'm terribly afraid that I AM GOING TO DIE. I didn't ask for leukemia. Nor did I expect it. Especially not chronic myelogenous leukemia. Especially when chronic myelogenous leukemia tends to affect the OLDER males, and I'm only what, 14?

But do u know why it has to be a secret? I have a family: my dad and Jae, my youngest sister. [Yeah, I have two more, but, they're out of my life at the moment.] They cried their hearts out once I was diagnosed. They were afraid that they'd lose another family member--after all, my mother passed away after a car accident. I promised to be strong. For Dad. For Jae. For Mom.

But if being strong means that I have to hold back all these tears, that I have to surpress all my fear in order to comfort my family, sometimes I wish I didn't make that promise.

Elaine and Cassie part 1

posted by alliXcobber

Cassie
I dragged my feet through the cold gray slush and shoved my hands deeper in my pockets. i hurried down the straat with my head hung. Icy bits of hail pelted my back as they hurtled down from the dark, November sky above. As i entered the doors of the hospital, a strong balst of warm air hit me. i whipped the folded sheet of paper of out my cold pocket and warily walked up to the front desk. My dark brown hair hung like icicles.
"I'm Cassandra Little. I'm here to see Elaine Turner," i muttered.

Elaine
I coulnt move. i couldnt eat. i coulnt drink. i couldnt think. i coulnt even breathe right....

He is staring at me! (Chapter one)

posted by lovepop

I was in the class the other day, and Mrs.Crosswaer was handing out new assignments. And he stared at me! Oh his name is Sam, and he was staring at me dreamly!!!!!!!!!!!
It was sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo cooooooooooooooool!

I am SO SORRY! It had to be lonfer so yeah!

The factory (just a temporary titel)

posted by QueridaPantufa

It was winter 1957. Everything was covered in snow and ice. It was the coldest time of the year. Especially for John Keensley. At the moment he was lying in the park, on a bench. He had put some old newspapers on him, trying to get a little bit warmer. It didn’t matter anyway, since it was snowing all night long. He hadn’t slept for about four nights now. Not since he escaped his prison, the orphanage. Now he was caught in a whole new prison. He spent the whole dag trying to find food. He didn’t have any money though, so sometimes he stal some food to get through the day. When it started...

Hidden in the darkness (lies the ugly truth) chapter four

posted by I_DONT-KNOW

hallo guys, i hope u like this one......

Destiny.i found it just where i was trying to
hide from it.

I dragged Jared into the side, and leaned him up against the wall. I used my sleve to wipe the most of his blood from his face, and checked the rest of his body. he seemed intact. I took another shaky breath to calm myself down; all that mattered was finding out the truth. I laughed, but it sounded; wrong. I dint nottice that jared had woke from the startled sound, and was staring at me shocked. i turned around to face him, and stopped abruptly. his eyes flicked to the blood on my sleve, and back...

One lonely sunday afternoon - song

posted by Aquamarina

I know it's short, I made it just for fun :)

*********************

One lonely sunday afternoon
I sit in my chamber and have nothing to do
My love is far away
I wonder if (s)he's already forgotten me

So I sadly watch the sky
See the raindrops passing by

One looonely sunday afternooon...
One looonely sunday afternoon

One lonely sunday afternoon
I'm even as my flowers still out of bloom
I find some old photos, covered with dust
I cannot forget u although I know that I must

So I sadly let them fly
And this time I have to cry

One looonely sunday afternooon...
One looonely sunday afternoon

**********************

Primrose High: Chapter 5: Lost?

posted by I_DONT-KNOW

HIII, WELL WHAT HAS BEEN HAPPENING? ROBYN, RICK, JADEN EVEAN JOCE LILY Rose Zander AND LUKE, HAVE ALL WENT INTO THE WOODLAND TO FIND GEMMA AND BRINGHER HOME, BUT WILL THEY ALL MAKE IT BACK OUT?

I woke up groggily, and was startled when i felt someones arms around my waist, i gently rubbed my hands tentively up then. Jaden. He has to verplaats before anyone wakes up, i turned onto my other side so that i was facing him, "Jaden," i Whispered shaking him slightly, he snorted and opened his eyes, he seemed surprised to see me like i had, "You have to go back to where u where, if they see u the...