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posted by Will_NolanLover
All copie rights go to Stephine M. about some parts. The Walterman's and Maggie are my vrienden name's! so please put positive comment's not negitive! OK!!! Here it is!

Ch.1
The Lunch
Once upon a time, there once was a girl named Maggie. Maggie was a princess in the kingdom of Atlantis, not the underwater one. Well Maggie has a little anger issue, so when she gets angry, she goes for a walk in the garden. When Princess Maggie goes for her walk she always sees the man she loves, Prince Edward. Prince Edward, to her, is a loving, kind, gentle, handsome man. He is ever so kind to the animals; and the animals are kind to him. Secretly he wanted her as well.
When Princess Maggie was sad, she would stay in her room; if Maggie would not come to the garden, he would know what was going on, she was tired, depressed, of sad.
One dag there was a knock on her door; it was her father, King Steven. When the King came in Maggie zei “What are u doing here?”
He replied “We have new neighbors. They are the Walterman’s.”
“Oh, Yipey!” Maggie zei sarcastically.
“Hey, they’re royalty; just like us,” zei the King. “We’ll be having lunch with them, tomorrow at Noon. u have to be there; wear your best cloths,” zei the King. When the King left, Maggie lay on her bed and her mood was annoyed. In her mind she thought “I don’t wanna go. But I have to. Dad is counting on me. But I won’t be able to see Prince Edward. Uhhhhhhhhh! Why do I have to make so many choices!?”
Then the Princess got up to get her cloak; she went outside to the garden, she saw Edward, he was picking a flower. Princess Maggie went over to him and said, “Hey Edward, what are u doing?”
Then Prince Edward gave her a bloem and said, “This is for you.”
Princess Maggie took it, “Thank you, thank u very much,” she zei and blushed.
“So, when will u come out tomorrow?” zei Edward.
“Oh, I have to meet with this new royal family tomorrow for lunch,” zei Princess Maggie. “I’m sorry.”
“That’s ok, I’ll go with you.”
“Are u sure u want to go? It’s only just for lunch, it won’t be any fun. I’d rather be her in my bloem garden.”
“I’m sure. It’ll be fun. Trust me.”
“Ok,” zei Maggie. “The lunch is at high Noon.”
“Ok I’ll see u there. Is it that new kasteel across from the bog?”
“Why, yes, yes it is. u are very clever Edward.”
“No, not really. I’m failing manners right now,” Edward replied.
“How can u fail manners? All u do is this ‘Please sir, pass jam and crumpets,’ fairly easy.”
“It’s not when your me. I have a lot of “adrenalin rushes” these days.”
“Why’d u put quotes around adrenalin rushes?”
“Air quotes are cool.”
“Ya, they are cool, aren’t they.”
“What time is it?” asked Edward.
“It’s Three thirty. Why?”
“I need to be home pagina at four o’clock, ‘or else something bad will happen to your room’”
“LOL! of something bad will happen to your room.”
“Ya, mom’s these days. Why can’t they be like ‘Here’s your chores for the day, go do them now!’ That kind of mom.”
“Ya, I wish so too. What do u think will happen to your room?”
“Oh I think she’ll turn into a spa of something girly like that.”
“My thoughts exactly. So what u wanna talk ‘bout?”
“Hmmm. What u think the lunch is about.”
“Sure,” zei Princess Maggie.
Before Edward could speak they heard someone saying, “Hello! Anyone out here!” The voice was unfamiliar. The person came closer they saw a young boy about 4’ 7”. Light brown skin and glasses. He came closer and said, “Hey guys! My name is Prince Kyle Walterman! My twin brother, Prince Bret Walterman, ditched me. He’s failing manners door the way.”
Edward looked over at Maggie with a smirk on his face. “Oh shut up!” she said. “By the way my name is Princess Maggie. We were going to meet tomorrow but here we are!” And they shock hands.
“Pleasure to meet you,” zei Kyle.
“And I am Prince Edward. We were going to meet u tomorrow too.”
“Excellent! We will meet again, and if u see a person that looks like me but no glasses that’s my twin brother,” zei Kyle. “Well I better get back ‘or else something bad might happen to your room!’”
Another smirk from Edward. “SHUT UP!” zei Maggie. “We’ll see u tomorrow.”
“Bye,” zei Edward, and Kyle left. “I wonder what’s going to happen at the lunch tomorrow. Oh well I have to get going. Bye Maggie!” Then Edward left.
“Bye!” zei Maggie waving after him. Then Maggie went back to her room and lay down on her bed. She decided to get out nintendo DS. She played it until her mom called down for dinner.



Ch. 2
The note on the chair
When Princess Maggie woke up, she looked at the clock and said, “Oh, it’s only Ten thirty. TEN THIRTY! She ran to take a shower. After her douche she looked at the clock fifteen minuten to eleven. “Ahhh!” She ran to get dressed and brushed her hair, and she ran down stairs in the nick of time.
“Ok, good. You’re ready. Let us go!” zei the king. So they left.

Once they got to the royal palace of the Walterman’s, Maggie saw Edward and she walked over to him and said, “Did u see Kyle of his brother?”
“No, I haven’t. But I did see their littlest brother Ryan and his littlest sister Jamie.”
“Ok, I’m going to find my chair and have something to eat.”
“Ok I’ll see u later,” zei Edward.
When Maggie found her chair she saw a note on it. “Huh, what’s this?” she asked herself. She opened it up and read-
Dear Princess Maggie,
It was a pleasure seeing you. I hope I will see u once meer before this night end. u are very beautiful; your hair as red as the brand that burns of my love for you. Your blue eyes sparkle like the ocean when sun set comes round. Your freckles on your face remind me of cinnamon sprinkled on cinnamon toast, my fave.
Love forever,
Your Secret Admirer.
“Hmmm. Wonder who this is from. I’ll ask Edward.” She set of to find Edward. She looked everywhere to find him and found him in the least expected place his seat.
Narrator: Macbeth slowly entered the crept room were Duncan was sleeping soundly. Macbeth quietly began to reach for his sharpened dagger. Macbeth pondered many thoughts regarding the demise of Duncan, but never to this degree. Now, the time had come to fulfill the quest to be crowned king. Duncan suddenly returns to reality. Visualizing Macbeth door his bedside withholding a dagger pointed at his wretched chest. Would this mean the end of Macbeth’s planned tragedy of the end of Duncan’s existence?
Duncan: Cousin, why hast thou forsaken me?
Macbeth: Forsaken you? Thou hast forsaken me. Thou...
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posted by fanfly
 Photograph door Ansel Adams
Photograph by Ansel Adams
I'm not on the way to anything great,
I'm just drifting, drifting down this road.
The dust kicking up behind me,
Just a wolk to hide my past.
My feet don't leave any footprints,
My name never graces those lips
That I'm watching from a distance,
A distance that grows greater
As I'm drifting, drifting down this road.

I'm not on the way to anything great,
I'm just hiding, hiding down in the dark.
The shadows closing in around me,
Just a blanket to smother my past.
My eyes can't see in the gloom,
My voice never breaks the silence
That I keep deep in my heart,
A hart-, hart that grows blacker
As I'm drifting, drifting in the dark.
I didn't care about Patrick's complement as much as I was worried about the sad look in his eyes. What was causing it? Ema told me they loved each other and they're happy together, what would make him so sad? I had to know and decided to find out about that while I'm in their house.
One week passed for me there. And as long as Ema is to busy arranging the house and running it, as long as Patrick and I spent meer time together. He taught me how to act in front of the guests and what to talk about what not to talk about. He said: "All u have to do is pretend that u don't have any problems,...
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And of course, the initial reaction to a titel 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, of 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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posted by BiteMeCullen107
“Somebody turn the lights on, Somebody tell me what’s wrong I’d be lying if I told u losing u was something I could handle…” I had been driving for about two and a half hours the highways were clear I had the windows all the way done singing along with my I-pod.
In a matter of seconden I could see cars slowing down on the highway in Kansas and as the cars started to stop I could see a long line of cars in front of me. I can’t believe this I was finally going to make it to the volgende state before the traffic started happening.
“Whoa” I jumped at the vibrating in my right pants...
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posted by dragonrider
"So Starr what is going on?" my mom asks me when Elliot and I sit on the divan, bank "And who is this?" she motions to Elliot
"I'm Elliot from 2009. I'm excited to be here Mrs Makenzie I love your daughter," he says
My mom raises her eyebrows "Oh wow already? Starr please explain,"
I sigh "I chose the wrong job mom. Oh sure I chose the job where it sounds the most interesting but little did I know I was working for the bad guys,"
My dad walks in with popcorn and sits down "Please start at the beginning Starr I want to hear everything," he says
I sigh "Okay so u guys know I was in 2009 right?"
...
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posted by BiteMeCullen107
I’m finally on my own, alone. I just turned eighteen a couple of months geleden and I got a job offer in Los Angeles California. I’ve been writing since I could write and when I reached junior high I joined the new paper and I did the same in high school and in my seconde jaar of high school I was offered a job as a reported for the Salem New Hampshire news paper and I accepted. My job threw the years had grown and now that I’m done high school I can take the job offer.
    Ya my parents were pissed when the found out I wasn’t going to collage but if u think about it...
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posted by jasperwhlover
Serenity

Chapter 1

Once upon a time in heaven there lived an angel who was yet a child, she was loved door all the angels and most importantly God who named her Serenity, and gave her power that controlled serenity, peace and all things calm and gentle, but he secretly gave her the Elixir of Life which would drip from her finger each dag and each night, unknown was this to the other angels because God was sure that if this was known Serenity would be in grave peril because, man alone does not seek eternal life, angels, devils and all creatures whether they reside in heaven of hell seek the Elixir...
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posted by TDIlover226
~It seems like these people that I use to call enemies, that I use to think were trying to kill me, are now my best friends. Annie, Ann, Vincent, and JJ are actually alot nicer than they seemed in the beginning. They save lives, and I help, they're known as the spirits, and I'm one of them now! They go to my school when they are in their human forms, and they really are the best vrienden that I could ever had, they all have there transfos, and I just can't live without them now! I can tell them anything! JJ has mastered free style fighting, and has become the leader of the spirits, and Annie...
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posted by dragonrider
"Oh my god Starr! Oh I didn't mean to surprise you! Well I did but I didn't know u would faint! Oh wake up Starr!" Elliot's voice rang out
I feel him shaking me. I can't bring myself to open my eyes to see him.
"Well I guess I have to be like that prince in sleeping beauty and kiss u awake," his voice rang out again. I feel pressure on my body
My eyes shoot open just in time before Elliot kisses me. I push him off.
"Get the hell of off me u idiot!" I yell standing up. I brush myself. I rub the back of my head that is stinging in pain. I feel wet stuff come off my head. I look at it...
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Alex's hunter had a name. Only one person knew his name and that was his ex wife. He was utterly baffled that Alex wouldn't crack where his family was. This was going to be hard.
Just then the door opened revealing his ex wife Melinda and his daughter Melanie. Alex's hunter felt his anger rise up into his head
"Crap Melinda why can't u bring her volgende year?" he roared raising his fists
Melinda became furious. He knew she would be coming! "Jerry calm yourself. It's your winter to take care of Melanie. u don't want to talk to my lawyer again do you?" She asked eying him like she trapped him...
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Some people weren't meant to be born. Some families are not to be made That's why there are hunters. Hunters take care of this problem

Alex Grazer walked down the dark wet hallway with his arms full of wood for his family. His hair against his neck was standing up because of fear and the freezing temperature. Little did he know what was behind him would hurt his life forever.
Alex stopped walking and looked around on all sides of the hallway. He had his knockout spray door his flashlight at home pagina so if anybody attacked he would be doomed. In a single snel, swift motion of somethings arm Alex hit the...
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posted by alice_cullen_12
Day 1 of my diary
Dear Esmerelda (diary),
Death is my new favoriete word. Closely followed door tragedy. I made a lijst of my new favoriete words since "He Who I Can Not Name, Because He Broke My Heart" left. Oh, all right. His name is . . . John. Oh, I want to die! Anyway, here's the list:

1. Death

2. Tragedy

3. Suicide

4. Hate

5. Nothing

6. Night

7. Darkness

8. Devil

I don't know what to do. I decided that I would wear all black. I'm going goth. He Who I Can Not Name hated goths. I like the Goth Club at my school. I never have to smile of laugh. And we trade ways to kill ourselves every Wednesday at...
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I winded the car window down; I could smell the fresh air, it was peaceful. My name is Katelyn Peers, I’m sixteen years old and I have never met my parents. The only family member I have ever known is my brother, Sam, he is my age, his my twin and usually twins are meant to have a bond, there is no bond for us, the only reason he puts up with me is because of our father, I have never met him, but Sam has, and for some reason he has respect for the man. I used to go to Down kruis academy for girls that were until I ran away a jaar geleden with Sam. I turned to see Sam driving the car; his long...
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“There u are, man” zei Marley. Opal had blood dripping from her mouth; her eyes were shining red as the shadows off the boom darken her whole body. “Looks like we’re all done here, let’s verplaats out before they wake up” zei Alec. Later on while Marley was lying on his bed, the same thought came across his mind, should the others know about their secret. “Marley, someone’s here for you” zei Marley’s mum. “Hey man””It’s us”. This is Lindsay and Slone Sudiro (Lindsay 14, Slone 12) Lindsay level is higher than Opals, Slone’s is no better than Nathan’s. They are...
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posted by gossipgirlxoxo
Tayce’s p.o.v

“Training time for Lilly” I sneered looking at the small blond. She nodded. “Let me get ready” She said. I shrugged and then turned to go, but was stopped door Hayden. “She already trained today” he informed me, I nodded. “I know, but Rebecca wants her to have meer of it” I told him, he rolled his eyes. “Why is she being such a bitch?” he asked me I laughed. “It’s Rebecca, she sees her as a threat” I told him, he tensed up. The he turned to me. “You’re not being so bad” he said, pointing out that I’m usually a bitch. “She didn’t do anything...
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I woke up, still in Ethan’s arms; my face was up against his chest. I slowly moved up, Ethan noticed this, he let go of me. I got up and walked over to the keuken-, keuken table. Why was I in Ethan’s arms? But then I remembered. ‘Adam.......he’s dead’ Dawns words came to my head. I nearly fell down again, but arms caught me. “Whoa....come on” Ethan zei pulling me back to the couch. I was now sitting on the couch, Ethan sat beside me. “How did he....?” I asked. I sounded angry but I wasn’t I just couldn’t feel anything else. “We don’t know” Ethan answered me. He was trying...
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posted by Cuddles
A/N: My first poem I post here...I hope it is any good.

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Memories

Far distant seem to be
the things I now call memory.
The good and bad, the right and wrong
share a thing, cause they are gone.

Long forgotten feelings rise
each of them in their disguise.
They are not dead, so it only seems
waiting patiently to haunt me in my dreams.

Will it ever cease to be?
Even if it's called memory
Does that mean I always have to remember
to give up, to hide from them, to surrender?

Whenever I fight them I will lose.
I have nothing between I could choose.
No matter...
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I think that the most important lesson I learned from my mentor, auteur Arline Chase, concerned foreshadowing. Here is the Random House Webster’s definition of foreshadow: to toon of indicate beforehand. In other words, to provide some hint, clue, of indication of something that is going to happen.

Why is foreshadowing important? I learned this lesson the hard way. In many of my first short stories—which I recommend as a medium to anyone testing the waters to see if they want to write fiction—I thought that I was being so crafty with my endings. I wrapped up the crime (or whatever) with...
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posted by BellaSwan636
Serena

He didn't seem... mad. Like he should have been. Like he had every right to be.

He stopped maybe a meter away from me. I glanced up, and saw the same look of indecision I had seen on his face the first day.

I had no idea what I was supposed to do. My life is not a perfect little story where happy endings are mandatory.

I didn't expect myself to sink to the floor against the uithangbord and begin crying. There just weren't words to say what I wanted to.

I didn't expect him to sit in front of me and put his hands on my shoulders. He forced me to to look up at him, and he said, "Tell me."