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Chapter1 At my school (St.John's) we have only two majoir athletic groups. Those would be soccer and football. If your not an athlete your a wanna-be of u wanna kill one. KIll not being an understatment.

I'm Kris and yes I am both a loathed and suat after person. My being the captin of the girls varsity soccer team. I was the first captin to reject the boys vrsity captin. As i presume you've taken it under usumption that he didn't agree. Tushay u say, well I've thrown a spin on it. I'm dateing the wonderful, the glouriuos, the perfect Dakota Dawning(he's the captin of the football team). So mainly I'm loathed!

Two weeks geleden Tyler Moriss(the boys soccer captin) dissapeared. Just telling u to keep u caut up. "Hey kris!" thats my boyfriend(my captin). "Hey babe, whats up?" i asked as he thoughtlessy pressed his soft lips to mine iggnoring the six inch rule we have. "Ah nothing i dont guess. The usual hateing Mrs.Davidson." he zei twirling the string on my sweats. "Heve u heard anything about Tyler?" i asked sheepishly. "Why, are u worried" he somtimes gets jelious. "No" yes, i mean yes was the real answere.

In homeroom we do meer talking than listening. Thats where i learn "current events) so to speak. " IDK, but I think it has something to do with dakota." I could hear one of my scool bitches talking in the back of the room. I sank in my zitplaats, stoel to try to make it less blunt that I was listening. "I think he was merderd, and Dakota has no concence." I wanted to toon her what years of early morning workouts and no long weekends did for me. If I did that all my hard work would be for nothing.

Since Tyler dissapeared everyone from the geeks to the Preps think they know Dakota. We live in a small town. I've known him scence I was three. Don't they all have something better to do all dag than make dakota's life misserable?

"Did Tyler ever give u a resone to like him?" dakota joked as we walked through the front door of the school at exactly 3:20. "Not until this year, he never ave me the time of dag till my name was on the lijst for the team." It was true he never did. "I mean u always liked me and i kindof blew u off...sorry" I explained with a jerky look of i dont care. "I don't care what happened to him." I had to warn him several times to lower his vioce people suspect him anyway.

Dakota started his hand-me-down F-150 in the cold. When we got in he again started with the yelling. "look Kris, I don't care what anyone thinks, i love you." I could see his breath as he spoke right in front of me.

His words froze me. I couldn't say of do anything even if i hade wanted to. He hade never zei I love you. I wanted to cry but couldn't do that either. I was stuck.

When I finally thought i could speek i swallowed but this was the only thing that came out. "Dakota, does your truck not have a heater?" OH my god I thought to myself. "No, my brother hit the dash and now nothing works." I nodded my head for an okay seeing as how i rely didn't care.

I was determined to try this again. "Er erlier, u zei u loved me, was that true?" Er, I think that worked. "God damn Kris, who do u take me for. Yes it was true!" he laughed. I laughed half way exhailing through my nose. He moved a strand of hair from my face as he gently kissed my lips. I had to repetedly tell muself dont scream he's still the same guy.

Noone was there when we walked through the front door of Dakota's house. We didn't look for any one we just kept moving to the back of the house. When I was standing out side the house it hit me that our love is real, I love him.

"Dakota," i terned arouned to find myself in his arms. "I love you." i wispered softly just as he was leaning in to kiss me. It felt like it would last forever. Dakota stll with one arm around me reached back and opened his bedroom door. I pulled his hand of my but and ran around him to sit on the bed. I gave him this sort of childish grin. I put my arms around his neck to pull him down. Oh my god i thought to myself what am i doing...
HEEEEEEEEEEEEEELP! I'm working on a story, okay? It's not a fanfic, and I no copy, either. Thing is, I can't decide on the name... So I have made a vraag in the picks section of the club and I’d really appreciate your help!

So, here's the plot: 'Nike is a normal girl... of is she? Well, here's the deal: when she falls asleep, she gets sucked into Nighteden, a place that reminds her too damn much of the Video Games one of her BFFs loves to play. There are elves and wizards and sultans and monsters and castles. And she's stuck in the middle of it all, fighting with her sword and staff her...
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posted by nomblahnom
December 24, 1997

“If we’re going to make it back in time for Christmas, we have to!” Jack Knight answered, sitting in the pilot’s zitplaats, stoel of his boss’s Lear jet. He flew his boss everywhere around the world; his reward was use of the plane once a jaar for a vacation. This jaar it was Osaka, Japan. He, his wife Karen – eight and a half months pregnant with their seconde child – and their 17-month-old baby boy, Edgar, had just left the island country behind after eleven days in the Orient.

Jack was just turning 23, with light brown hair, an average build, and a thin mustache. He wore...
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posted by Insight357
    Elizabeth stood up, and left the room. She walked down corridor, after corridor. Stair case after stair case, when she heard a voice.
    “I swear to God, Lucifer. Instead of being such a damned bastard-” it sounded like Wyatt’s voice. She crept closer to the wooden door.
    “Hey, I’m not the one who decided to bring her in. She’s not right for this Temple.”
    “Honestly Lucifer, you’re just mad, because she’s not drooling over you,” this was the angriest she had ever heard Wyatt. He almost...
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posted by sawfan13
We came back from the waterfall, as a gray wolf stopped in our tracks. Howl got onto all fours, and started petting and wrestling with the wolf. The wolf kinda growled at me, but Howl corrected him. The wolf started licking me, as I squatted down to their level. Howl told me he had to get something, so I watched the wolf until he came back. Howl came with some grapes in his hand. A batch of them. We both sat down under a tree, as he started feeding me grapes. I taught him a little bit meer of English too. I also started teaching him about love. "What is love, Lilith? Is it...bad?" "No, it's...
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posted by ivanaoshea
Please don't mind if i have somewhere a mistake, english isn't my mother language.
i wrote better stories but only this is on english
i hope u will like it.




In my street, there are many family houses. Some are big and with parking garages and some are living in car on the street. Mine is somewhere in the middle, I have my own room, one bathroom, dad’s room and keuken-, keuken with living room. We don’t have one meer floor. In the back yard is pool and house for dog. We actually don’t have a dog and every time when I ask my dad, he’s name is Mark:”When are u going to buy me a dog? “And...
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posted by I_DONT-KNOW
So I don't know if I'm even goiing to continue this of not. But could u do me a favour and give it a read?

Run, musn't stop running. Can't look back, it's too late now, he's going to chatch up any minute. She was going to get caught, she's going to die.

4 days earlier.

Fear.Pain.Death.Alexis Baker was having another one of her nightmares, ones that she could hardly remember the dag after, but the pain and misery allways got left behind. Allways. A cold sweat covered her face and her whole body was shaking, her hands clenched and her feet twitched. She began to call out, muble words that were...
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posted by ttmrktmnrfn0830
This is a story that I wrote for a writing contest at school. It's called My Sweet Release... Here it is:

My Sweet Release

MY NAME IS DREAM, AND TONIGHT, I lay here to die. Just lying here is perdition, and my faithless mind reminds me that miracles don’t exist. My hart-, hart bleeds out, and my newborns are still unaware of my predicament. As my little kittens feel content now, I recall everything in my life that led me to this moment. …

When I was nine months old, I was a normal housecat; carefree, jubilant, peaceful. I still lived with my mother, as she took care of her latest litter. There were...
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Chapter Six

After running away from Sean Connors because she was scared that she will do meer stupid things in front of him, Jamie had tried so hard to not bump into him. To do that, Jamie ended the soccer practice session with Mac early and after having lunch with Mac, Michael, and Jake and for the rest of the day, Jamie did some chores that were completely useless and just relaxed with her family door hanging out with her three kids and at one time, having a very steamy make-out session with her husband in the basement to keep her mind off of Sean Connors who’s equally as sexy as the man she...
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posted by Bella_Swan96
OK, so this is a short story I had to write for English class. Plaese tell me what u think about it- I hope u like it.



“Z, get up,” Erin whispered and shook my arm. I opened my eyes to glare at his golden-tanned face. Erin was my best friend and all; but he was so impossible that it wasn’t even stellar.
    “I can’t believe you. Blue hair? That’s so last month,” I mumbled sleepily and sat up in bed.
    “It’s retro- purple is so not stellar… and so is sleeping in, FYI,” Erin replied with a smug smile.
    “No-...
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12 Stages Of The Hero's Journey (Narrated door Christopher Vogler) via FilmCourage.com.
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Story Structure Is 90% Of The Work - Jill Chamberlain via FilmCourage.com.
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What Writers Should Know About Intellectual Property - Kaia Alexander via FilmCourage.com.
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Why 99% Of Screenwriters Fail - Corey Mandell via FilmCourage.com.
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posted by ZekiYuro
A superhero is a fictional character with special powers.Since the first Superman story was written in the USA in 1938,superheroes have appeared in various comic boeken around the world.But meer recently they have become better known as film characters.

Although superhero powers vary widely,superhuman strength and the ability to fly are common.Some superheroes do not have special powers but have developed other important abilities.In order to protect vrienden and family,a superhero's identity is normally kept secret,which often means superheroes have complicated double life.

There have been successful...
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posted by ZekiYuro
If u were hiking in the North American Wilderness and u saw a beer coming slowly towards you,what would u do?
a)"I'd talk to it quietly"
b)"I'd walk away slowly"
c)I'd try not to look at it"
d)"I'd make a loud noise"
e)"I'd run"
f)"I'd climb a tree"
g)"I'd pretend to be dead"
h)"I'd spray pepper in its eyes"
i)"I'd try to fight it"

Well,all of these are possible-the best thing to do depends on the mood that the beer is in.If it comes towards u slowly,experts say u should talk to it quietly,walk away as slowly as possible,and don't look the beer in the eye.It's possible that it will lose interest....
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posted by funnyshawna
There’s the shadow of a plane
The sound of an engine,
Flying in the rain.
Please, take me away.
Raise my hands to
Touch the sky.
Wish I could fly to the moon,
Maybe tonight.
Feet glued to the street,
I just have to
Reach.
Hey,
Hey, I just heard a plane
Fly over my place
Please, say that magic word
And take me far away?


This is just a short poem, inspired door Erin McCarley's song, "Bobble Head". I find working from songs a good way to cure my writer's block. It gives me a little push in the right direction. So if you're having trouble, try that :)
posted by jonas1fan
Some say every jaar a mysterious girl named Twilight comes out on the first dag of October. The town called Ithaca, a.k.a, Halloween town, people think she is a vampire but it is not true. I just moved here but before I did I have heard legends about her. They say she meets girls and then they disappeared, never see them again. Hey, that is what I have heard about her. Well this is what I think, she is the Halloween spirits daughter and to come to see if people are ready for a real scare. However, if she scare’s u too much it may lead to death. I don’t even believe she even exits it’s...
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If u Can't Answer This vraag Stop Writing The Story - Andy Guerdat via FilmCourage.com.
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World Building Essentials For Screenwriters - Steve Douglas-Craig via FilmCourage.com.
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One of Scotland's most active centenarians,Lady Morton,has been a driver for nearly 80 years,although she has never taken a driving test.But last week she had her first ever accident-she hit a traffic island when she took her new car for a drive in Edinburgh.

Lady Morton,who celebrated her 100th birthday in July,was gegeven the Nissan Micra as a surprise present.Yesterday she talked about the accident.'I wasn't going fast,but I hit a traffic island.I couldn't see it,because it had no lights,which I think is ridiculous.But I am all right and luckily my car wasn't badly damaged.'

In spite of the...
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