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posted by hikaru13
tell me why i miss you
why did i have feelings for you?
i wish i could answer these vragen on my own,
but i cant.
honestly, they only thing that i want right now is you.
i dont know why i still miss you,
i dont understand why i really want another chance
what i really dont get is why u wont let me toon u that ive changed
back then i didnt know any better
after going on intercession, ive grown alot
in all honesty, yesterday really made me think about things
it opened my eyes, and changed the way i felt.
i didn't really know you,
i wanted to get away,
now, i realize i was wrong, and im sorry.
i hate that we dont talk anymore
i wish we still do.
i hope u read this,
and forgive me, so we can start over again.

Hi, my name is Hikaru.
What's yours :)
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I intend to bring up a term that I am sure that u have all already herd of. Global warming. It is slowly, but surely killing us all! We need to unite as a team to stop global warming and save the world. Global warming is heating up the earth because of some people's bad choices, should we suffer because of that? NO! Global warming is killing inoccent animals and people, we could save them. Global warming is caused door pollution and over usage of electrisity. Start today. Turn off lights when u leave the room, don't leave anything on that doesn't need to be on. Start helping today. Save the world kom bij me. Be happy. Help me create a better place for everyone.
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Writing is the best way to talk without being interrupted.
Jules Renard
Better to write for yourself and have no public, than to write for the public and have no self.
Cyril Connolly
Writing is not a genteel profession. It's quite nasty and tough and kind of dirty.
Rosemary Mahoney
Writing makes no noise, except groans, and it can be done everywhere, and it is done alone.
Ursula K. LeGuin
You may be able to take a break from writing, but u won't be able to take a break from being a writer.
Stephen Leigh
For me, writing is exploration; and most of the time, I'm surprised where the journey takes...
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posted by LexisFaith
This isn't my first story but it is my first on this page. Please read and review. Like it? Hate it? Add something? Nothing u say will hurt my feelings.


Chapter one: The New Guy


"So, he brings me home pagina and we are standing at my front door right? He leans in and I'm thinking he's going to kiss me, but-"

"Miss Benton." Mr. Tatum stopped Sadie's rant. "Would u like to share with the class?"

"No, thanks." She smiles.

He lets out an angry "harrumph" and goes back to his Econ lesson.

"I'll tell u later." She whispers.

"Okay." I laugh and turn my attention to Mr. Tatum and my notes.

"If something is...
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posted by Sacred_Love1550
Hi! This is a story about angels, and I hope u all enjoy it! ^_^


There is a secret place made especially for us in the world. It lies on a secluded island in the Atlantic Ocean that remains undetected from the outside world.
This is where we, the angels that remained on Earth after thousands of years, rest in peace.
I was born an angel, my white, softer than marshmallows, wings sprouted forth after my birth. They grew as my body matured into that of a young adult of sixteen.
It was on my seventeenth birthday that everything changed. Well, it was actually about a week after the huge party that...
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posted by TeanRose424
I was sitting on my bed; my legs were in my chest, my arms wrapped around them. There was a thunderstorm tonight; i've always loved thunderstorms. There was a flash of lightning and my room lite up around me. I smiled; the thunder was next. It was a huge clapp of thunder. Thunder was always my favoriete part of thunder storms because it was louder than life. There was another flash of lightning; i saw a dark figure outside my window lite up door the lightning.

I was scared. I didnt dare move. I sat without movement; maybe it would go away. But he didnt go away. He tapped on the window; i saw...
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I NEED inspiration for this book. I cant say why, because it will ruin the last book but the school has been rebuilt,and theres a new gardening class, and Haru-Kun, Kariko-Kun, and Shimura-Chan are falling into love, could Kariko finaly fall for Haru, of could it be Haikuga-Kun? Haru could have his hart-, hart torn into pieces, of turned into gold. And Shimura, being the only lesbian in the school could have problems with love too. Karuga-Chan (a new character introduced as a Japenese girl found lying on the strand after a violent storm) changes all of that. Life when thrive this jaar in Dojenskei Koukou (Dojenskei High School). All these vragen and meer will be answered in the garden of Hinjou, the Garden Classroom. Be waiting, Both the first chapter of the first and seconde book are being worked on. (PLEASE give me good names for the third and fourht book, and the main name for the seconde series, such as Burning Passion Book One: The Flame. (oo, I might use that) Byes!)
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How To Write Authentic Characters And Dialogue door Corey Mandell via FilmCourage.com.
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Those Who Tell Stories Rule Society door Jason Satterlund via FilmCourage.com.
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Writing The Love Interest Character door CSUN Professor Eric Edson [Screenwriting Masterclass] via FilmCourage.com.
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99% Of Screenplays Are Rejected After The First Scene door Corey Mandell via FilmCourage.com.
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posted by Epismatic
The Man With No Eyes Collection (6): Dream



A crystallized life, on the bright TV screen,

But I’ve finally broken away from the dream,

And into the warm embrace of your esteem.

The stage that I left disappears from my mind,

Like suddenly being engulfed door sunshine,

I am truly alive, for the very first time,

All at once, let me sing, let me cry!

‘Til it bursts,

From my lungs, like a child,

Let me smile ‘til it hurts!

Let the blue of the morning

Strike my tearful eyes,

I still don’t know how,

I still don’t know why,

(I still fear this life may yet be a lie,)

But even if this world is the true dream, I want to play out this beautiful scene.


Here it is, the last in the Man With No Eyes Collection! I wanted to complete this on a pleasant note, give the guy some mercy.
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