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posted by coolkatstar
Her hair were twisted into a braid,
She sat there thinking of what she craved,
It occured to her that it was a book,
She longed for a hot cup of tea,
That she could talk and could be free,
How could she escape the cruel lady,
Who made her to fade,
She worked for her all dag and night,
the thing that made it bearable was the terrible fright,
She felt like she was alone in this world,
She wanted a friend she could share the grief with,
Her mind felt twisted with the dread,
All she wanted was a fresh Peice of Bread,
She looked out of the window,
She was what seemed like a tiny shadow,
The girl screamed for her right,
Eventhough it was the middle of a dark night,
A short heighted man noticed her,
He seemed like an angel,
He looked at her and zei to wait,
He just wanted to break the gate,
He came back with a wooden spare,
then broke the barrior she couldnt bear,
The first time all she had were tears of joy,
only because of the little boy,
the world outside was meer than she imagined,
she had a little friend to accompany her,
Even when the days passed she sat with him,
telling the stories then didnt last,
She had now everything she possibly needed,
A friend, Some boeken and a garden with fragrance,
she never thought that the freedom would come,
but now she sat with a smiling face,
All she got was what she always craved,
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posted by Thalia_huntress
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"yes little girl it is wrong i won't do it again" the man zei he voice was sweet. my jaw dropped he listened to her. "would u like to go to a party with me?" he asked. "yes that would be lovely." annabel said. something wasn't right about this man. when they left. i followed them but i stayed in the woods. they made it to the party me and annbel saw when we meet the old woman. they went in. about two hours later they came out. "that was so much fun." annabel said. then some drunk men stumbled out like last night. with girls at their sides. they stumbled away like...
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posted by whitelion
i always thought, and i always knew
i would end up here with you
i was a restless wanderer on a distant path
u were a lonely dreamer with a broken laugh

i would go anywhere the road would lead
my hopes and dreams is all that i would need
i don't need a house of fancy cars
i would rather sleep underneath the stars

u did'nt have much to call your own
but what a lovely smile on your face shown
u zei your chance at love had past u door
i told i'm here so dont u cry

our lives were like the pieces of a broken heart
now that we're together what a life could start
there was magic in the air that night
everything was moving at the speed of light

u were like my juliet and i your romeo
u love me i love u thats all i need to know
no longer will u dream of love thats true
no longer will i wander my zoek has led to you
posted by DietCokeGirl
I wrote this about my (now ex) boyfriend, but still felt something about the poem, if not him. I'd love some criticism on it (hopefully constructive) :).


Treacle dripping from our scars
Pooling on a jagged floor
u are gone, still I know
From clustered trees and homemade vows

That we are one. And as u lead
Your life of promise, graft and need
Know that we are one the same
Intertwined are hart-, hart at name.



u may notice that only the seconde verse rhymes, this is an attempt to toon the idea of a one-sided relationship in its form in it's one-sided rhyme scheme. This is probably quite stupid- let me know.
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posted by jedigirl
I find myself in a dungeon. I walk down the dungeon hall, looking into cells. I eventually come across a cell with a little boy.
"Hello sweetie. What are u doing in there?" I ask gently. He faces me and I see his eyes are empty, soulless, like he's dead inside.
"Mummy?" He asks with a British accent. He must be really far from home. "Are u my mummy?" he asks me innocently.
"No, sweetie. I don't know where your mummy is," I tell him.
"Mummy, mummy, mummy," he continues.
"Don't waste your time dearie. He never says anything else," the little man in the volgende cell tells me.
"Okay. And who are you...
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posted by juliet98
Julia beacame a women when she was 12. After she felt powerless for the first time in her little life. It was a sunny day, but in the hearts of the people it was dark. The country was entering in the war, and many youth had to prepare for the battle. Julia and her family, her mom, her dad, and her brother were having lunch. they were silent, Julia behaved badly, she argued with her brother and wanted him to desappear. Suddenly somebody knocked on the door. Her dad opened it and came back in the keuken-, keuken with a tall man they didn't know. He was wearing a dark jas and black boots. He talked with...
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My Advice For Finding A Screenwriting Agent door Justin Trevor Winters via link meer video interviews at: link
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posted by para-scence
"You've got to be joking," Gwen said, her eyes wide in fear.

"We're not," Blake said. Gwen stared at the floor, and took a deep breath. I patted her knee.

"I'm sorry, Gwen..." I zei quietly. She looked at me, incredulous.

"What are u sorry for?! I can't believe Blaine could just sit there while you..." she shook her head real fast and then held it in her hands. "This is... unbelievable." My throat started to swell up. I was beginning to think that it wasn't such a great idea to tell her that I remembered Blaine. She was freaking out.

"It's not his fault, really," I tried to amend. "I mean, I...
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posted by I_DONT-KNOW
I have no idea where im going to go with this one yet again. So suggestions would be good...thanks!



Alexis tossed and turned causing her sheet to slip off her bed and onto the floor.The rain pelted off of the window, the wind crashed through the trees causing them to howl. Goosebumps appeared up and down Alexis's bare arms, soon she was shivering. Yet she didnt wake from her hellish dream, that was disturbing her well needed sleep. She began to whimper, and moan. Finally her golden eyes flashed open darting about her room. Satisfied nothing was there she rubbed the goosebumps, collected her...
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Every Beginning Screenwriter Is Told They’re Terrible door Peter Russell at Story Expo 2014 via link meer video interviews at link
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