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Then it wasn’t my confession that gave him the big shock, Sara thought, He already knew the whole story that’s why he understood my acts.
Until now I don’t know how I dared to step in and ask your friend to introduce me to you. Though I’m not used to that, it felt so right.
“Sara” Emily called u when u were about to get into the car.
“Hi Emily, How are you?” u answered joyfully with the prettiest smile I’ve ever seen.
“Fine” she zei with her bright smile.
“You haven’t introduced me to your handsome boyfriend” u zei playfully and my hart-, hart beat faster than before.
“Oh yes, this is James, he’s in med school too. I met him today in Mr. Calhan class.”
“It’s a great pleasure to meet u James” u smiled enchantingly
“The pleasure is all mine” I zei nervously
u were starring at me in a way that made me even meer nervous and confused. u reached your hands slowly, and u didn’t let go until a few seconds. I was looking at u the volgende a few seconds, unaware of what u were saying to Emily.
“How about u come, James?” u zei brightly
“Excuse me, come to where?”
“To my birthday party, tomorrow at seven o’clock, u have to come. I’ll write the address for you” I happily accepted the invitation.
I went back to my dirty, small flat, counting hours until the volgende dag comes and I see u again.
Sara pushed the chair back. Yes, she does remember that day, with all it specifics. Truly she got enchanted with his charm the moment she reached her hand. She confesses that she felt weird emotions when his warm hand lay in hers. She didn’t know why it happened, but she did feel it.
The idea popped to her mind the volgende day, when she saw him setting beside a tree, organizing his boeken and writing notes on them, and when she looked at the other side, to find Matthew, standing with Rachel, his fiancée. They seemed so cute together, that Sara felt her hart-, hart beating pain instead of blood, her hands shaking, and her face turning red caused door anger. She was ready to kill Rachel that moment. Stupid blond girl! She thought. She hated Rachel meer than any other creature, with her blond hair, her green eyes, her milky skin, the pride in her eyes, her stupid laugh, everything about her, but what she hates the most is .. The fact that she’s Matthew’s fiancée. I should be standing door his side instead of that arrogant blond girl. She was shaking from head to toe, when he gave Rachel a gentle kiss on her cheek, she was about to shout but Emily interrupted that feeling to calm her down. She got back to her normal attitude; to pretend that she’s over Matthew to let everyone believes that she is, while she still loves him meer than any one.
Emily didn’t stop talking all the time, but Sara didn’t listen to any of what she’s said. She was looking at James who was setting behind Emily. Why not? She thought, He’s handsome, he looks a bit shy but I can handle him, yes this is how I get my revenge this is how I will punish Matthew.
Sara can’t understand her capability of remembering this day. She remembers everything clearly even how the idea that destroyed James went through her mind. She feels so stupid now, how she didn’t think of him and his emotions? How she didn’t think that he may truly love her and suffer because of her? Was she that stupid? Did jealousy blind her that much? She deserves what he’s written about her, because she truly… destroyed him.
hallo guys! I just wrote this poem. I haven't written a poem in quite a while, maybe a year, and this one's an attempt to get back on the poem writing path. Well hope u like it, and please, if possible, add a commentaar saying what u think.

Me and Those

Ever noticed that in this life
Everyone wants u to do something,
of be something
That sometimes u don’t want to be?

They are those!
u know them!
u probably have those in your house.
They are those who expect u to take a path,
Even though,
Sometimes,
u don’t want to take.

They are those who expect u to be great,
Even though,
Sometimes,
u prefer to be small and humble.

But do u think,
For the slightest second,
That they care about that?
They don’t!

They are your parents,
Your grandparents,
Your Uncles and aunts,
That since u were born,
Came up with a path for u in life.

But know this,
And say it to yourself:
They are those, they matter,
But me is I,
And I’m the main character.
posted by BellaSwan636
Serena

She screams every time a police officer of strange nurse touches her. She refuses to hear them out. So, until further notice, she is staying in my apartment.

I glance at the clock in the waiting room. It's past midnight. Wow. Jamie and Ashleigh are asleep on a small green couch, with a receiving blanket draped over them. I pick them both up, since Kayla and I are free to leave, and we all walk outside to my car. Kayla opens the back door, and while I'm strapping the two little girls in, I signal for her to get in on the passenger side.

She's a broken person. u only need to look at her...
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posted by BellaSwan636
Serena

On Friday, Tia had picked me up to go shopping.

Tia was ecstatic; for what reason, I had no idea. Tia was like a hurricane, she jotted down my sizes on her hand and then took of through the store at a pace that should've set her path on fire.

"You look great in black, white, and blue," she muttered. I saved that for future reference; she obviously knew what she was doing. Plus I'd been told that each of those colours looked nice on me before.

She pulled me into a dressing room, pointed out which outfits to try out, and exited to let me change.

I pulled a scary-looking black halster, halter neck...
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posted by fanfly
 Artwork door me
Artwork by me
Who are u to judge?
Sitting right where u are
u have no claim on me

I know my own path
I am my own guide
u are nothing to me
No matter how u try

What do u care?
If I'm not doing it right
I'm not following you

I know my own path
I am my own guide
u don't know me
No matter how u try

Why are u here?
u know I don't want you
I told u to leave me

I am my own path
I know my own guide
u can't mold me
No matter how u try





Why do I feel compelled to write angsty poetry? I swear I'm not even that angsty. lol Oh well, I hope someone out there enjoys it.
posted by Epismatic
A whisper in the cavern that goes unheard,

and a glimmer in the sky that stays unnoticed,

like the start of a brand new life, at the peak

of a mountain never scaled, lies in wait.

It can't be moved door any cosmic mover,

so no passing wind of fog will douse it.

Only your eyes can scratch out the image

of accept it, the light at the edge of your eyes.

Will u take hold of the key you're offered?

Stop singing of freedom; seek it instead?

To become a companion of the new

takes an ever expanding, soaring gaze.

But even door taking one step forward,

door placing one hand onto the mountain,

as the wind tugs gently at your back,

u will realize the cage has already been broken.
Your hair is long, wet, and wavy and clings to u as u rise from the lake. u get the sense that the water should be clearer. u don’t dwell on it though, distracted door your own hair. u don’t remember it being so long. With every motion the string of beads and shells woven into your hair bobs gently with a clicking noise. u don’t realize that u are topless until your hair settles against your back. But u are not ashamed, there is a sense of liberation, u can better feel what the earth and the wind are telling u this way. If u could see behind you, u would know that...
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posted by pLaStIcSUNDAE
It's gray. It's always been so gray.

The beating hart-, hart that searched for what it believed to be a forever, only to be led astray.

The beating hart-, hart full of warm belief,

Now an iceberg of bitter regret, the surface a shallow reflection of the depths that rest beneath.

The smiling mask distorts the image of the surface, betraying the eyes.

The rigid, cold structure reduced to a cube of ice.

A problem crippled and crumbled into "I'm fine."

If the eyes are windows to the soul, then these windows have been fogged and cracked.

If the eyes are the windows to the soul, then within these, behind the mist,...
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8 Elements Of The Nutshell Technique door Jill Chamberlain via FilmCourage.com.
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PART 1- LETS HAVE A RANT

Hi. So yeah, from the titel I think you've gathered this story is about .... well let's just say a problematic 19 jaar old struggling to find a meaning in life.

If you're a typical "Caucasian" you'll never understand the things we "brown people" have to face. Over-protective parents are just the start. The kinds of people are totally different. The type of "cheats", "betrayers", "heart-breakers".

Being born in a place 2% of the people worldwide knew is just the start of a slightly difficult life. For now, lemme just summarize my life for you. I'm a 19 jaar old girl living...
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THIS IS VERY URGENT AND NOT A JOKE! ALSO DON'T GOOF OFF!!!!

I really mean it! What would u be able to do if SOPA/TPP censors the internet? What would u be able to do if writing fanfics and drawing fanarts become illegal? What would u do if it's illegal to do a cover of your favoriete song on YouTube? What would u do if downloading things from the internet (music, movies, TV episodes, etc) became illegal? What would u do if SOPA/TPP wins the war and takes away internet freedom? Net Neutrality is already dead so far, we can't risk the freedom of internet...
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posted by ilu_rayray
 Liyah (me)
Liyah (me)
Aliyah-Me(18)
Alexus(18)
Jasmine(18)
Prince(18)
Roc(18)
Ray(18)

My pov
Wassup im Aliyah but u can call me liyah for short. I sing and im a backup dancer for mindless behavior with my two besties Alexus and Jasmine. I feel torn that prod left but ayyee Nobody knows this but i kinda like straal, ray idk what it feels like to like someone bcus my dad always abused me and i never liked boys ever since but the past is gone and im living the life out in L.A.

Alexus pov
Hello im alexus but i perfer u call me lexi. I live with my sister jasmijn and bestie liyah in L.A me and my sister been through alot our parents...
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November 5th 9,999,980 BC 6:01 A.M.
Mist wanders down a small deer trail through the woods. He pulls himself up onto a glistening boom branch. He sees a small girl huddled on the ground. He jumps down and slowly approaches her.
He draws an arrow. The girl turns around.
'Who are you?' asks Mist.
'I am Amirell, daughter of Amerith,' she says. 'Now tell me, who are you?'
'I am Mist, son of Karellcia.' he says.
'I could help you,' says Amirell. 'I have food and water. if we rationed it we would have enough.'
'I shall not need a woman's help,' says Mist. 'tis easy to find food out here. If I killed...
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posted by jeweleryfan11
About:
Once i was having a dag dream about this story. And it brang me to this. A story about AshleyxDamon.

Chapter 1: Sunset
Sitting in an oak tree,a young 13 jaar old was writing a letter to her father in Tokyo. He was doing research. Then her twin Austin came. "What are u doing here?," she asked. "I love the sunset", Austin said. "That's why i'm here," Ashley said. They watched the beautiful sunset and went in they're vintage home. "Ashley who is the letter for,"Austin asked. " Dad," she answered. "Dinner u guys," there mother said. And they went inside.
Credit to breebree446
posted by EmilyMJFan910
Based on a short film door EmilyMJFan910.

Sapphire was a normal girl. She was very happy with her life and saw herself as lucky. But she had one very special trait.
Sapphire loved to daydream.
She daydreamed every day, all dag long. She dreamed about flying! Romance! Animals! Anything and everything. But mostly, she dreamed about changing into someone different. One minuut she was a mermaid, another she was a princess. One she was a celebrity, the other she was an adventurous horse rider. But sometimes, when Sapphire was dwelling in the deepest of her daydreams, she would get carried away, causing...
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I had a friend, she lived in the north of China, her name was Chie. Chie was only 12 years old when she died!

It happend a few years ago, Chie and her family were going to mass on a Sunday, it was supposed to be just like any normal Sunday for her. Her and the rest of her family would get ready for mass and when they got home pagina they would start to prepare lunch.
Little did they know that they would never sit down to have lunch together again!

Because on that dag the authorities surrounded the church, held the priest under house arrest, and all the people in the church were shot dead!

The priest...
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CHAPTER EIGHT:
OCTOBER 29, 1995:
I wake up around 7:20, horrified at how long I have slept. I have not thought about that night in ages, an am absolutely horrified door what would happen next, but that story will be for another time. I know. Right now I have meer pressing matters to attend to. I need to find out the reason behind the flashes I had the night I arrived. It has never happened before, and I wonder who it is that I saw lying dead on the ground during the last flash. I change once more, and remember I do not have my car. I phone Harold and he agrees to pick me up. As I wait for him,...
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This is a Fiction Story I wrote EXCLUSIVELY for Fanpop. Please see what u think of it.

In a somewhat large village not too far out in the country, the sun was blazing its hottest near a great forest. Luckily, in the forest it was cool, for the trees housed everything and blocked out the heat. But the trees also housed life. Animals.
A mother dog.
The Border collie had been stray all her life, yet she was healthy and happy living in the forest. She rolled onto her back to see the magical view of sunlight peering through the treetops, much to the dismay of her newborn litter. She sensed this and...
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u may not know me but I know you. Your the one with a family who loves you, with a friend who actually Accepts you, the person who has the normal life. My name is Rebecca, I'm the girl who all her "friends" ignore her, the girl who gets beaten door her father. The one who thinks the world hates her. And everyday i wonder if someone would help me but no one ever does. This is my Diary, read on if tragedy Appeals to your sence of mind i guess.


February 1st 1978
Dear diary,
is there anyone out there? Anyone who truly understands? Everyone says Being Alive is better then dead, but why do people say...
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Prologue
She never knew she had an uncle until her parents died. It’s strange how- sometimes in life when u lose important people in your life u gain some more.
Her mother and father died in a house fire. No one knew how it started except the one daughter who managed to survive.
But she was in no state to tell. She suffered mild burns but her mind suffered worst of all. She never spoke again.
She was kept in hospital for six months but eventually she was packed off to her uncle Scipio. She was thirteen years old and many zei it was a crime sending a child off to such an evil man as Scipio....
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posted by Cries_Bloodlova
Part one
The kiss
There is nothing around me nothing but darkness, loneliness and the pain I always feel. Emotional pain that is. Where is he where is my hero? The one I trust the one I love where is he. Not here. Not in my thoughts? How could that be? I love him too much to let him go. I look around still nothing but darkness. Wish some one would save me I wish someone would care. I have no idea why all this black nothingness surrounds me I’m alone. Like I always am. Am I dead? I hope so. To bad I will…. wait Finnick is dead to. So are Katniss and Peeta. I’m glad I’m dead then I’ll...
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