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posted by Rockster
I'm Schreiben two novels, I know what most people think (WHY!) but i've decided to do one hand written and work upon it at school, where one of my teachers is happy to look at and talk to me about the errors that I've done. Whereas the other novel I'm working on the computer which i would like people to read it and discuss whats good and bad about it. Anyway, I've copied and pasted this novel that I've begun from an animal crossing Forum and here it is.


Chapter 1: The Frowning Mirror

The heat swarmed around me, wrapping me with comfort and content. I knew that this feeling that conflicted with my memories over the years would never end. But I still held onto the grains of willpower. Even if no-one else would. I glanced around New York city, Home to the stockbrokers living their lives in the riches and wealth of Greed and Pride. I spat at them. I mean, how can they live their life when all about them are losing themselves and becoming fragments of dust.
How...
Our president, Herbert Hoover, was everyones apfel, apple of the eye catch, in that he promised us what the stockbrokers had. With every fighting breathe that he could muster. He was the promise that we all wanted. I gently placed my hand within my jacke pocket, and pulled out a small black notepad, enscripted with the words "Diary". I flickered through the notepad until I reached a blank page. I withdrew my pen swiftly from my hosen, hose pocket and scribbled down the words "Not yet...".
"Hey Man" someone shouted from a distance. I could tell Von the low tone of the voice that it was my good friend Harry Poutts. His hair was straighted back far enough to look like he was in a gang, however, this was not the case for the ex-stokebroker that had his dreams shattered many years ago. I placed the notepad and pen safely back into my pocket.
"Hey Harry, what Du up to today then?" I replied politely but dazled Von the sunlights blaze in my eyes.
"I've joined this book club, i-i-its really FUN!"
(Oh yeah, he's also stutters a lot due to an accident from the past)
"Cool, hey, wanna get some drinks before we head of"
"Sure, i-im gonna get drunker than an Irish bartender on a Saturdays night!"
"Haha, let's go"
As we walked off together down the streets, a calm wind blew that very same moment, almost as though a heed of warning.
The sweet aroma of hot Hunde and fumes filled our panting lungs. My eyes twitched as though they had movement of their own. People hussled up and down the straße almost as though they had something Mehr important to do then the other person. I pulled out my cigarettes and lighter and began striking it. I threw the lighter back inside my crisp dry hosen, hose pocket and blew out poisonous gas from my cracked lips.
"Harry, how is your wife doing?" I sagte abruptedly.
Harry eyes and eyebrows look down to the floor painfully.
"Sam, I mean no offence when I say this, but I don't think that this is the best time to talk about things like this now." Harry answered, with deep thought.
"I'm sorry, is it because-"
Harry nodded his head in confirmation.
"Oh" I said. "Sorry"
As we got to Lomans Road, I sensed a spicy taste of satisfaction as our eyes grew upon our sanctuary, Eddies Bar.

I would like to get some feedback so far so that I can carry on with it. If Du have any Fragen about what the novel is all about oder what is happening, I'll be grateful to explain.
1 being the best 10 the worst
These Bücher are great for summer Lesen I can honestly say that anyone that reads them will want to read them again.

10. Deacula Von Bram Stoker
9. The Hobbit Von Tolken
8. I'm the king of the schloss Von Susan Hill
7. 1984 Von George Orwell
6. The secret diary of Adrian maulwurf Von Sue Townsend
5. Pride and prejudice Von Jane Austine
4. Jane Eyre Von charlotte Bronte
3. Lord of the Flies Von William Golding
2. The curious incident of the dog in the nighttime Von Mark Haddon
1 Rebecca Von Daphne du Maurier
posted by ejenk1025
Chapter 2

I pull into the driveway of the cafe. I look into my rear view mirror. I look good. (Laugh) I get out of the car then fix my clothes. I'm ready. Just be yourself. Ok. I'm walking in. Don't fall. Don't fall .. He sees me. Just walk up to him.

"Hey."
"Hey. Glad Du could make it." sagte Lucas
"I'm glad Du could make it, too."
"Well. I work here so..." sagte Lucas
"You work here? Cool."
"Yeah. This is actually my mom's cafe. Let me introduce you." sagte Lucas
"Oh goody." I sagte nervously

Good impression. Good impression. Good impression.

"Mom, this is Brooke. Brooke, my mom." sagte Lucas
"Pleasure...
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posted by ZekiYuro
Whatever Essen you're looking for-an all-you-can-eat breakfast,a quick lunch,a romantic dinner-you'll find it in San Francisco.The city is Home to over 4500 restaurants and eating places.And they're not only for tourists.On average,San Franciscans eat out 267 times a year.

You can eat Essen from anywhere in the world,from afghanisch, afghan to Argentinian,and from Vietnamese to vegetarian.With Mexican fast food,Italian bakeries,hundreds of Thai,Chinese,Vietnamese,and Korean restaurants,and in-and-out Japanese noodle shops,it's possible to eat your way round the world during a single San Francisco weekend....
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posted by alicia386
Chapter Five

Mason met Olivia at his Favorit restaurant. It was a perfect Tag for a abendessen date. The sun was shinny, the clouds were extra white, and the gras, grass seemed greener then ever. If only she knew that this was a abendessen date. He signed the last autograph for today as Olivia sat across from him at their round table. Her hair was curly and in a ponytail. Then she wore a red dress with a thick, black gürtel in the middle. His Sekunde impression of her was still the same, gorgeous. This datum was going pretty well but Cassidy dresses better. Mainly because Cassidy is rich but he didn't want to...
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posted by alicia386
Chapter Four

Olivia was extra busy today. Today was the first Tag of the movie shoot for Hourglass. Before they could even start recording the movie, the would have to check up on everything. The wardrobe had to perfect. The scenes had to be accurately planned out. Then they had to make sure that all of the camera crew was positioned. Olivia wouldn't be able to receive the permits until tomorrow. So they couldn't start filming until then. She followed closely behind Mason as he did the daily check up.

Mason went straight towards wardrobe and the outfit choices. The outfit for Charlotte's arrival...
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Remembering is just an invention of the mind,
So Du need not try to remember something,
Du remember it automatically.
Which is the best thing that Du could have.

The good times that we had...
It is placed in a portion of your mind.
The bad times that we had...
It is placed in the other part of your mind.

Du try to forget all of the bad things that happened,
But it is not possible.
It is stuck in you.
The bad things are painted in ink on your heart.

The good things, Du try to remember.
And they stay.
They never go.
Never leave you.

Remembering is just an invention of the mind.
And, well...I guess I'm happy for that.
So I can remember every friend I've had,
Every boyfriend,
And all the good times.
Every memory will never leave my heart.
They will never be forsaken.
Never.
posted by Problematic129
*Poem I wrote for a class project on the holocaust.
DON'T COPY*
Different in ways they couldn't control
Killed for reasons we do not know
Ranging from ages young to old
The innocent people were taken from homes
Soulless people did not care
That the Jewish were in despair
Concentration camps ending their screams
Breaking apart their families
Not once did they do anything wrong
They opened their mouths and sang a sad song
Years went Von and Mehr pain came
Until on one very special day
As one we all saved
The survivors of the Holocaust
Stan, the young donkey, was wandering sadly around the barn. He seemed hopeless and wounded and had no desire to speak to any of his fellow donkeys; even talking to his father was not appealing to him that exact moment. In fact, he was feeling ashamed of having a donkey father. He was ashamed of being a donkey altogether.
As the moon and stars scattered across the dark, blue sky, Stan decided he no longer to wander. He needed some solution, he needed reassurance, and only his grandfather seemed appropriate for that particular job.
Grandpa Roger was sleeping peacefully in the barn. He had become...
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Bane’s POV

I laid in the grass, watching the clouds. I was beginning to dose off, right before sleep took me, a body pounced on me. I groaned, and looked up. A shaggy haired boy was sitting on my chest, giggling. My best friend, Christian.
    “Get off!” I yelled rolling over. He slid off me.
    “Party pooper,” Christian stuck his tongue out at me. He was so childlike, but that was something I had always loved about him. That’s also why we got along so well. He was hyperactive and loud, while I was cynical and quite.
    I...
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posted by Hades223
CHAPTER 1


Jason Card sat at his schreibtisch in his science classroom bored out of his mind. He hated science. It was his least Favorit subject. Mainly because it was the last subject of the Tag and Von that time Jason was usually ready to go home.
Mr. Form droned on and on about chemicals oder something. Jason didn’t listen. He just sat at his schreibtisch and drew on some paper. He was a very good drawer.
Jason Card was a fourteen Jahr old as of yesterday. His black messy hair never gave in to a brush which usually meant it was mangled and messy and went down to his ears. He was wearing a simple red t-shirt...
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posted by cullens-rule
Chapter 4 Tom

“it would be easier if Du knew, but I will try to explain, as well as I can, Du know my name is Tom but my Sekunde name is Cullen”
I interrupted him now
“Tom Cullen? Sounds old fashioned”
“It is, any way I’m just seventeen”
He looked away sheepishly like he was lying this made me curious would he really lie about his age.
“my real parents are dead now, they died of an illness I don’t really know much about them”
“I sorry that must be herz braking”
He looked miserable he looked into my eyes and I could feel his pain, but he carried on
“I take after my father...
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posted by e2mma2weasle3
How to Add Emotion to a Story

1.    Understand Schlagwörter oder Key Phrases. Key Phrases are phrases in a story that triggers the waterworks. They are sentences that make people cry. Such as, a pet dies. Du could write, "Goodbye, Old friend." A Key Phrase could also be an action. Such as, there are two pets. One pet dies. The other pet tries to sleep with the other one Von cuddling up to the dead body.

2.    Add a lot of relationship between the one who dies and another character, whether that is a human oder an animal.

3.    Add comedy to the...
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posted by sapherequeen
*Sigh* Okay, this is the first piece of Schreiben I will ever share with anyone. Rarely does the idea of a poem ever enter my dark mind. But tonight, just two Minuten ago, this one came to me, and I had to...write...it...down...


I’m aching here
I’m bleeding there

Pain strikes within
My every move

And there’s
Nothing
I Can
Do
To Make It
Stop

The tears roll down my face
And freeze there quickly
And stay until the time comes
Where they are no longer frozen
And begin to stream down again

My hurt was bottled up
But someone broke the bottle
And now it’s
Everywhere
And there’s nothing
I Can
Do
To Heal Myself

I’m...
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“Look at them, trying to figure it out. Trying to work out why a pure-blood has come to their school, Antiworld, huh? This could be fun”. There was a young man sitting on the oben, nach oben of a gargoyle wearing a white hemd, shirt with a black mantel over it. His eyes where a light green with a black cat eye stroke through it. As the man stood up Du saw that he had pitch black hair and his skin was white like paper. As Du closed in on the man’s face Du saw his eye drop a line of blood down his cheek, as if he was crying blood. The man looked up at the sun covering his face with his hand, he closed his...
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Hey 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 Schreiben path. Well hope Du like it, and please, if possible, add a Kommentar saying what Du think.

Me and Those

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

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

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

But do Du 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 Du were born,
Came up with a path for Du 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 oder 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. Du 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 halfter neck...
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posted by fanfly
 Artwork Von me
Artwork by me
Who are Du to judge?
Sitting right where Du are
Du have no claim on me

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

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

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

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

I am my own path
I know my own guide
Du can't mold me
No matter how Du 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 Von any cosmic mover,

so no passing wind oder fog will douse it.

Only your eyes can scratch out the image

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

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

Stop Singen of freedom; seek it instead?

To become a companion of the new

takes an ever expanding, soaring gaze.

But even Von taking one step forward,

Von placing one hand onto the mountain,

as the wind tugs gently at your back,

Du will realize the cage has already been broken.
Your hair is long, wet, and wavy and clings to Du as Du rise from the lake. Du get the sense that the water should be clearer. Du don’t dwell on it though, distracted Von your own hair. Du 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. Du don’t realize that Du are topless until your hair settles against your back. But Du are not ashamed, there is a sense of liberation, Du can better feel what the earth and the wind are telling Du this way. If Du could see behind you, Du would know that...
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