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posted by IloveMyLord

Fiction reveals truth that reality obscures.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
Truth is stranger than fiction, but it is because Fiction is obliged to stick to possibilities; Truth isn't.
Mark Twain
Fiction is the truth inside the lie.
Stephen King
For truth is always strange; stranger than fiction.
Lord Byron
Fiction is like a spider's web, attached ever so slightly perhaps, but still attached to life at all four corners. Often the attachment is scarcely perceptible.
Virginia Woolf
Fiction is not imagination. It is what anticipates imagination Von giving it the form of reality. This is quite opposite to our...
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posted by GryffindorGirl2
Hey all! This is another HP fanfic,with my other OC in it,Elladora Malfoy,she has long white-blond hair and blue-grey eyes.


Elladora's POV

My father shoved a piece of parchment under my nose,causing me to look down at it.
"Read it." My father hissed.
Letters scrambled together,changed places,and floated off the paper,all I could make out of it was,"AMOYFL LGIR AICEFNS OPTETR?" I sighed in anger,rubbed my eyes,and glared at the paper.
"Well?" My father sagte again,throwing the paper onto the ground.
"W-what does it say?" I studdered. My parents didn't know I was dyslexic and had scoliosis,only Draco...
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posted by Elizabeth90luv
It was 3 o’ clock in the morning, October 31st, “the night of the living dead” as my mother had told me when I was a kid. I never believed her. I could never believe that one dead body can come back to life, and that was one of the reasons that New York’s crime lab selected me. But then it was different. A cold breeze was blowing outside this house –rumor had it that it was haunted- and three bodies were lying on the floor. I was alone in this dark room, while the other investigators were processing the Sekunde floor and everything was calm and quiet.

I started collecting evidence,...
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posted by e2mma2weasle3
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posted by Cinders
 Foto Von Steve McAlister
Photo by Steve McAlister
Hey there, everyone! It's the start of a brand new year, and I know we all have brand new ideas for our lives. That is why I want to open this Jahr up with the first ever Fanpop Poesie contest! It's basic and simple, because everyone can write poetry, and it's short which means everyone can read all of the submissions in a brief period of time, whereas stories may take longer. However, if you're a story-writer (I sympathize), never fear! If this contest goes well, I may sponsor a Fanpop Short Story Contest afterwards.

Established Rules
1) Any piece of Poesie is accepted, so long as it is not...
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Chapter 1: Beauty is a cruel mistress

Sighing I sat down in the usual hard wooden chairs that the school provided. Taking out my book I opened it to the page I had been Lesen last night at unspeakable hours of the morning-or afternoon for humans- none the less I was tired and the small Schreiben printed on the pages strained my eyes. I was in English, which considering I was a vampire and having no intentions of pursuing a career in literature was quite a pointless subject. I had already had four classes already this morning and I was not looking vorwärts-, nach vorn to this one.
“Rose” a smooth but...
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posted by fake_alibi13
I am not sure why I am Schreiben this down.I guess I just felt like it, telling my story.It was years Vor and although it was on some papers and local news, the story gradually faded and got forgotten Von everyone. Everyone but me, and I know to this Tag that what people heard was not the true story.Of course, even then as a small child I knew that telling it would only do Mehr harm to me than good, I would be called crazy and they wouldn't even try to protect me from something that they would just label the ravings of a demented little girl.
Ten years have passed since, I was a quiet kid, barely...
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posted by Isabella121797
 View from Isabella's room...
View from Isabella's room...
-Chapter One-

In the blink of a eye, a life can be turned around and upside down. This is something I had found out just mere Sekunden before. When my parents told me I'd be packing up everything I knew and be moving. My name is Isabella Moore and things were just getting started.

It was a cool Thursday night, and my parents had just layed down the biggest news of my life on me.
I was moving out of MY city. Chicago was all I'd ever known and all I'd come to love. My friends, my hopes and dreams, they were all supposed to come true here!... Why was this happening?

A million other thoughts blazed...
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posted by RiverIce
I read this and had to pass it on.
my name is sarah
i am three
my eyes are swollen
i cannot see
i must be stupid
i must be bad
what else could have made
my daddy so mad
i wish i were better
i wish i werent ugly
then maybe my mommy
would still wanna hug me
i cant do a wrong
i can't speak at all
or else i locked up
all Tag long
when i wake up
im all alone
the house is dark
my folks arent Home
when my mommy does come Home
i try to be nice
so maybe i'll just get
one wipping tonight
i just heard a car
my daddy is back
from charlie's bar
i heard him curse
my name is called
i press myself
against...
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posted by noahnstar1616
-7 and a half hours later-
As I walked out of the school, I saw Cameron signaling me over to his car. I walked up to him and he told me to get in, which I did. As he started up the car, I couldn't help but feel like Cameron was upset with me. "Where are we going?"

"Somewhere we can talk."

"About?"

"I'll let Du know when we get there." I nodded and kept quiet for the whole ride.


Half an Stunde later, Cameron parked in the strand parking lot. He took the key out of the ignition and put them in a cup holder. He then looked at me with a very disappointed look.

"What do Du want to talk about?"

"I want to...
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posted by ellie_bellie135
I am clever. I am witty.
I am popular. I am idolized. I am loved.
Everyone values my opinion. They cling to my every word.
I am free of rules.
Advice doesn't apply to me. I don't need it.

I am always right. So don't Frage my opinion, because Du are wrong.
Whatever Du can do, I can do twice as well.

I am untouchable.
I fling attacks from behind my fortress and fear no retaliation.
I am safe, sicher behind my shield.
Stronger than steel. Stronger than diamonds. Stronger than you.

No-one would dare retaliate. I am inside my fortress.
And Du can't get in. Du can't hurt me.

I see, hear, smell, and touch, but...
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Brightness night


The sun sets, the moon raises, night has begun, the moon smiles down on us as it shines it's light. the stars twinkle in one Von one, and Tag is done. the moon full, round and big hums it's playful tune. the starts, so bright shine it's light for everyone in sight, as they hum in tune with the moon.

Out side looking in


Laughter sailing out of the window, Friends talking quietly together, people dancing everywhere. and I'm on the out side looking in. All of them are havening fun as the twirl in the in crowd. All but one who looks out side, he smiles at me and i smile back...
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posted by dragonrider
Here is the first chapter of my story. I gepostet the first half like two months Vor but here it is again. Von the way this book has two perspectives. I edited the first chapter.

The first day-Athena's perspective

Boy now that I look back at that week it was when my perspective on all things changed. I knew that week was different. The first Tag felt off. Just Von how I woke up.
"Athena! Get up and get ready for school!" my mom shouted at me
My eyes popped open and I got up immediately and got dressed. This was new for me since I always got up later and refused to get out of bett but I felt like I...
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    Ray was getting ready for school the Weiter morning. Her parents leave way before her and T.J. gives her a ride to and from school every day. In case Du were wondering; T.J. and strahl, ray are not dating. Nor will they ever. Best Friends since they were kids and it will stay that way.

    “Ray! Come on! It’s the last Tag of school; we have to see who gets pranked today.” T.J. called up from downstairs.

    “Alright, alright, hold on!” strahl, ray sagte in her room, she was just walking out when the chest shook.

    Ray...
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posted by Free_Spirit
Me: Okay these are two poems of mine. The first one is a translation of sonnet 18, Von shakkespear the other is an original, so thats probably really bad lol. Du could say my translation helps people understand what its about

Sonnet 18-translated Von me written bt shakespear

Are Du as lovely as the days of summer
But Du can not be, for your beauty and fairness range far beyond
summer can be rough, shaking the Blumen in bloom
And summer is to short for my liking
The sun bears down harshly upon us,
and is often eclipsed Von the clouds.
And all beauty erodes away,
by the the mother of nature or...
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posted by Kachetes
Holy crap ..... How? How did he get to school so fast Mehr important Why is he at my school?
“wait”i noticed a poster behind joshua“ didnt the principal say that we had to wear our uniform tomorow because james got a metal?” I as birana
“we do Du sure?”she look horrified
“unless that poster is wrong”i piont out
“hmmm well james did do a good job in that incident”
“bri he saved a suicidal kid...twice the same Tag but I guess the principal killed the glory Von making us waer that monkey suit dress”yuck I may not know much about fashion but tje dress was just so plain it had...
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posted by Lolita_Dark4
May 6, 2002
Boston, Massachusetts

To whom it may concern

My name is Ashton George Lingheart, and this is my confession. In July of 1998 I murdered my wife, Kim Rachel Summer Lingheart, a Jahr after the birth of our son. No one aided me in the crime and it is a thing I regret Mehr than anything in the world. I hid her body in a well from our Zurück location in New Jersey. My wife was a kind, gentle, soft-spoken woman whom everyone adored. She never got angry, even at the people who disrespected her. She loved our son just like a mother would, for she always wanted a family of her own. She...
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posted by bubble_babe
One Fine Sunny Morning Izzy Sat At A tabelle At Her Fav, '50's Dinner'. Although The Red Head Was Not In The Mood To Eat, oder Do Anything For That Matter. Something Keep Bugging her. Something She Couldn't Identify. The Poor Girl Sighed, Now Her Head Hurt From Thinking so Munch. She Then Fell back in her sitz And Poped her Feet onto the table, eventhough She New The Cause Of It.

"Ey, Izzy, Gits Your Feeta Of Meh Table." A Big Man Behind The Main Counter Called.

"Leave Me Alone, Joe." Izzy sagte as she closed her eyes

"Nononononononon; Now!" Joe told her

"I sagte 'Leave me alone'!" The Red Headed Girl...
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posted by legobuilder35
This story is about Drachen fighting Dinosaurier in New York. Du may be wondering how Dinosaurier and Drachen come in New York if they're expected to be dead. Well these Drachen and Dinosaurier are from an island known as Reptile Island where an evil scientist created them. the portal that brings the Drachen and Dinosaurier to New York was made accidentaly when the Dinosaurier and Drachen both breathed fire. The evil scientist made the Dinosaurier evil. That's why they breathe fire. The evil scientist accidentally made the Drachen good. The Dinosaurier don't even want to attack humans. The reason they're...
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posted by amoremusic
My type of emotions conveys
onto how i'm really feeling inside,
my thoughts mainly consist on the
back-ground of my poetry.

As my addictive persona
starts to silhouette every-
word that i've written out
the nature of my emotions
starts to unravel at every-
line,

My Poesie has a piece
of imagination within it-
self, the artwork of
each line has it's own
significant meaning.

Where the beauty is
that's where the poetry
lives, it lives within my soul,
as i carry each and every-line
with care, i start to share a
piece of me inside every-
lyrical line that i compose.