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posted by CheekyCheese
Sorry if this isn't very good!

Angel was so excited, her best best vrienden were coming for her birthday sleepover at five o clock! Time crept slowly to ten past five and still not a single soul in sight! Suddenly her little sister Summer shouted “Ha Ha they're not coming they hate u so much!” Angel ran upstairs weeping and charged desperately into her sister Friday's room.


“Was Summer being mean to u again?” asked Friday
“Yes, she zei that my vrienden weren't coming because they hate me and that's not true!”
“Don't worry its only because she is jealous about u having the best sleepover ever”said Friday
Suddenly Angel heard a knock at the door “I'll get it!” she called out. As soon as she opened the door Yvonne started singing happy birthday and was holding a large oval shaped present neatly wrapped up in sparkly purple paper. Angel and Yvonne hugged and while they were doing so Tillie appeared holding a square box covered in 'Happy Birthday' paper. They were all catching up on gossip when the klok, bell rang “That must be Aliona!” shouted Yvonne and they all ran to the door. “Hello people!” Aliona shouted in her excited American voice.
“I hope you've all remembered your swimming costumes because after thee we're going for a swim in the lake!” exclaimed Angel
“Right time for the presents!” Angels mum goudsbloem shouted. First of all Angel opened Tillie's present which was a short book and a bloem craft set. Then she opened Aliona's, which was an art box with pencils and charcoal all neatly in regenboog order.
“Oh thank u Aliona! I have been wanting this for ages!”
“Your pleasure” zei Aliona feeling pleased that Angel had liked her gift.
“Mine volgende mine next!” shouted Yvonne. Yvonne's gift turned out to be a massive tub of sequins, beads and lots of arty things.
“Oh thanks Yvonne!”

After their magnificent party thee the girls went to the lake near Angel's house. “I'll be first in!” Aliona shouted. So Aliona jumped in the lake and screamed at the temperature. The others were too scared so they just left Aliona in there. “I'll try and touch the bottom then” Aliona said. Aliona ducked down sticking her feet in the air and sticking an arm up over the top, boven of the water, waving. A few seconden later Angel, Tillie and Yvonne heard some splashing and saw some bubbles where Aliona had gone down. “She must of reached the bottom!” Tillie shouted excitedly. A number of seconden passed and still no sign of Aliona!
“Where is she?” asked Angel

They waited.
“It's been over nine minuten now!” Tillie shouted, almost in tears.
“What are we going to do?” asked Yvonne who was the smartest of the lot. It was bad news if she couldn't even think of an idea. “We can't exactly tell Angel's Mum, she'll go ballistic!”
“And so will Aliona's parents! They'll never want to see us again!” Things were looking very bad for the girls and they still didn't know what to do.
“Right I'm going in!” cried Yvonne “What? We cant just stand here and do nothing!”
“Y...v..v..v..vonne's right” stammered Tillie who was in tears now “We have to help A..A..Aliona!”
“Right” Yvonne declared “It was nice knowing u guys!” she hugged both of them and jumped in. Tillie and Angel burst into floods of tears. It was bad enough losing one best friend let alone two!
“Yvonne shouldn't of followed Aliona down there, it could be dangerous!” exclaimed Angel (The
worrier of the group). It was getting dark and the two girls who were still dry were very very worried! It had been over 11 minuten since Yvonne had jumped in and 18 since Aliona had disappeared! “Lets go inside and get Mum!” Angel suddenly decided after lots of pondering. “She'll know what to do!”
“But what if they come back up?!” Angel cried “I'll stay here!”

So Tillie went pelting back towards the house, faster and faster, when she saw a hooded figure in the distance. For a spleet, split seconde she thought it was Angel's Mum but no, it couldn't have been. For Angel's Mum didn't have fiery red hair. Angel's Mum wasn't that tall. Tillie slipped out a small scream. Her legs had frozen. She didn't know why, she didn't know how. The hooded figure turned. It had a chalky white face. Tillie felt her hart-, hart freeze.
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posted by PotterLambert93
I miss my old house. I was happy and fine there. I hate the monsters who screwed us out of there. I wish my parents could have fought to keep it and pay it off rather than find a rental house. I don't care for this new place very much. I hate that the keuken-, keuken is downstairs, I hate the neighborhood and the area, and I cannot stand the animals that make noise in the backyard all night long. I miss my old room, where I can watch the sunset in the summer, I miss going for long walks in my old neighborhood, and most of all, I miss the memories.
posted by sawfan13
I couldn't stop screaming like an idiot. The snake went to attack, until a muscular hand grabbed it, and threw it really far. I looked behind me and jumped a little. Howl looked at me confused as I said,"Thanks. Um..I..uh...don't ask why I'm here. I just gave u and Lilith some alone time together, and then...th-th-the snake came an-a-and j-jus-just scared me." Howl kept looking at me with that adorable confused look on his face. He just grabbed me door the waist and swung me back to our camp site.

After Howl and I came back, he walked over to Lilith, and started kissing her and stroking her...
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posted by moodystuff449
I stood outside of the cave, watching them. I knew what to do now, but I had hoped that it would not have to go this way. 'Too late now.' I told myself, "Good night." I whispered. My sister woke up, and I slipped back out into the darkness.

*

I woke up like always but something didn't feel right, I walked outside. The air was as cold as death and… There were 2 moons. Side door side, orange, thin, crescent moons. The moon, the stars, and the sun were all out at the same time. The sun gave off barely any light of heat, just a hardly visible smooth ice like dish in the sky. How I recognized it as...
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posted by summerfrog
notes I don't have a name for the story yet...
my quote marks on my keyboard don't work so I use { }<--instead
the time period is the rennessonce time(?)
the point of view changes alot

narrator POV
Zane Caldwell entered the ball room waring a simple black suit. he had no interest in being there at all and he was only there out of cutesy not knowing it would change his life.

Zane POV
I was at possibly the biggest and most extravagant party I had ever been to. There was beautiful women dressed in brightly colored dresses and tight corsets. All the men were wearing formal suits and tuxedos. Also another...
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posted by Dearheart
Darkness whispered outside, and frosty stars sparkled in the windows. Bits of fake snow and glitter were scattered here and there, with crumpled-up programs lying in the pews and the last strains of “Joy to the World” echoing in my head. The Christmas concert was over, and my family was off in the reception hall snarfing down sugar koekjes, cookies with everyone else. Normally I’d be with her (I have an awful sweet tooth)...but this time, something had told me to stay behind.

I glanced around the sanctuary one last time. The dim lighting combined with Christmas-sparkle gave everything a sort of...
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posted by axemnas
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Character sheets? I know your probably wondering why I'm bringing up character sheets in a creative writing area. The fact is character sheets can be an important tool to your writing.

If u Outline of came up with a character that u don't think quite fits in your current story, a sheet is a good tool to you.
Character sheets are a good way to keep track of your characters. Their growth as u go; It helps u work out little quirks in their personality like for example 'Twitch bites his nails when he doesn't have his twin nearby'. Every little bit helps with keeping things in mind and expanding...
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posted by malmcd
My journey hasn't been easy for me. Every step of the way I've struggled, stumbled, doubted, cursed, and felt sure that I couldn't go on. But I feel stronger because of it, almost like I needed to go through it to get where I am now. I still don't believe I'm perfect of beautiful. Maybe I'll always doubt. But maybe it's the doubt that keeps me determined. Hungry. Always looking to prove and improve myself, make myself better.
Every night, as I lie in my bed I wonder if there girls like me out there around the world...
Maybe like me, your father abandoned you, of perhaps u never even knew him....
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kruis my hart-, hart hope to die.
Cut my throat if i tell a lie.

Tayce’s p.o.v

The team were failing badly, before my eyes. “You all owe me 20 bucks” Ruby zei as she pulled out her hand. Kale sighed and then rolled his eyes. “Only because u have no faith in them” he said, she smiled and then took the 20 bucks Bobby was handing to her. “Why should I? They’re new and they know nothing” She zei with a giant smirk. Belinda sighed and then bit her bottom lip she had a worried look on her face. “What if someone gets hurt?” She asked, Tayce smiled and Ruby just rolled her eyes. Someone...
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posted by iluvtheshow
The dag Before Christmas

        The dag before Christmas my whole life changed. Time stopped as snow fell. People cried but I didn’t feel any pain. I was full of a sadness that swallowed me whole. I was numb.

    I remember waking up that day, happy and excited. It was the last dag before Christmas and I was going shopping. I had just received my license and was quickly becoming independent. My wheels were everything. I searched the house but my parents were gone. I figured they were already out preparing for tomorrow. It was still...
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