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posted by mitchie19
1. L E T T E R
Dear Mariah,
I and your father are expecting to leave for the upcoming season.
Your father got accepted as a manager of a company in United States and I have to be there to guide him. If you’re wondering whose going to take care of Du Norah will be there. She’ll be with Du for a while. Don’t worry me and your father will call Du to check on Du and Norah okay? And expect us that we won’t be there in your graduation and we will always be there to support you. I left your emergency money Von the fridge and your money for expenses. Please save your money, we’ll use...
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Chapter One-

    I screamed as loud as I possibly could (well, screaming to the lyrics.). I was screaming to Paramore. They were my Favorit band of all time. I and my best friend Alexia won tickets to see them and a bunch of other bands on the Vans Warped Tour. After the show, I could go and meet everyone who played there. I was so excited, also because I could meet my other Favorit band, All Time Low. So, yeah. I was pretty excited about that. Right now, my Favorit song: Where the Lines Overlap was playing. Alexia was using the bathroom, she doesn’t really like Paramore....
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posted by Dearheart
If you're wondering, "Diem Mirabilis" is Latin for "Day of Wonders". (At least it's SUPPOSED to be. My Latin isn't what it used to be, hehe.) This was just a little something I whipped up for a story I'm writing. I wanted to put something at the beginning of each chapter that roughly follows the times of day, and I couldn't find anything good. So I made my own. =) Hope Du enjoy it!

Diem Mirabilis


for Morning is made
of mysteries and uncertainties
the hopes of beginnings
the risks of unknowns
the potential for greatness
oder failure


for Midday is the height
of the glory of the sun
the climax of twenty-four hours
the brightness that blinds and clarifies
the Antwort once hidden
now unveiled


for Sunset arrives
with the final shift of the sky
the afterglow of the triumph
the sweetness of the last drop
the closing chapter of a story
and the beginning...

of a new one.
posted by Cutebutcrazy--
My name is Gennive Mason.
I am 13 years old.
And oh yeah. I'm the last vampirehunter alive.
You pobally think it's so cool. " Oh yeah she's the last vampire hunter alve. Du must be everyones hero." Wrong. No one and I repeat no one can know about me oder Vampire oder warer Wölfe oder shape- shifters oder witches. Du see it goes against code. The sacred code of all night creatures even I have to fallow it oder I'm dead. Von law it says if a vampire hunter tells anyone about the night creatuures they send some one then it's bye-bye hunter. Lovley isn't it. I find it kinda ironic. My job is to find and...
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posted by ZekiYuro
OK,now the painting we are looking at now is Von the French painter Toulouse-Lautrec.
The painting is called At The Moulin Rouge.As Du probably know The Moulin Rouge is a nightclub in Paris.Maybe some of Du remember the film Moulin Rouge?In the 19th century,the nightclub was very famous for its beautiful dancers and singers.
Toulouse-Lautrec did a lot of paintings and posters of the Moulin Rouge.He especially loved painting the dancers.And in these paintings he sometimes included his Friends too.
In the middle of the picture there are 5 people who are sitting at a tabelle having a drink.The woman...
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There once lived a princess named Eleanor. She was a very beautiful and intelligent young girl. Yet, she was unhappy.
Everybody kept telling her, that she had everything she could’ve ever needed oder wanted: the beauty, the brains, the fortune and a young, mighty prince to whom she was supposed to get married to. And they were right. In theory, the young princess’ life seemed perfect. But in reality, it was far from it.
The princess felt alone and scared, even when she was surrounded Von people and was completely safe. And her prince. He didn’t make her happy. But not because he didn’t...
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posted by WritingBookWorm
So, one of my New’s Years Resolutions this Jahr it to write more. So, I decided to make this:

The goal is to write something every day.

Starting on the 31st of January, every Tag there is a vague word, idea, object, question, statement oder anything. Du can take it anyway Du want.

Then each Tag Du should write what it tells Du too oder something inspired Von it. Whether it be a poem, a small scene, a character description, journal entry, short story oder even just one really well crafted sentence.

Even if the prompt confuses you, oder Du have no ideas just write something! It’s a great exercise...
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posted by BennieBear27
Chapter One

My alarm went off at 7:00 on the morning February 8th, 2017. I reluctantly sat up on the edge of my bett and yawned.

"Morning." I heard a voice say. My eyes were still closed.

"Luna?" I mumble. "That you?"

"Yep." I open my eyes to see Luna Middleton standing three feet diagonal from me.

I shared a room with her, her twin sister Kyla, and my brother Jacob. That's how everyone does here. Du live with your twin and your SIDA partner.

"So, sleepy head." she smirked. "You gonna get up oder what? If not, I'll eat your breakfast for you."

I don't reply and shake my head.

"Oh, come on!" Luna...
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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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Toadstep leapt in his sleep, dreaming about Dovewing and Ivypool...
He ducked behind a busch and stared out and Bumblestripe and Dovewing purring together and jumoing around, playfully.
Toastep watched in complete awe, wondering why he was spyinngg on Dovewing he whipped around and thrashed a paw at the waiting Ivypool.
He wanted to be the Dovewing and Ivypool the Bumblestripe...
He had to imagine Ivypool as dovewing. He leapt at the imaginary Dovewing and wrestled around with her. Ivypool yowled with somewhat surprise and Toadstep woke up from dovewing's spirit and looked at Ivypool.
"What is it?" He asked dreamily. Still thinking she was Dovewing.
"Toadstep? Are Du okay? I didn't think Du were in Liebe with me so much." Ivypool meowed, suprised.
"Er... I'm sorry for scaring you- I just thought Du were Dovewing. She is tough that's all." Toadstep purred, playfully.
"Toadstep! No!"
"Look Bob! I found them! I found them!" a boy about 20 years old shouted, and pointing to a huge old willow tree. Another boy about the same age as him sprinted towards the boy, "Oh! Finally! Now the villagers will believe our little Veronica now. Good job Sky!" Sky, the boy that had just pointed out the tree, beamed with pleasure.
Suddenly, the willow baum which was green, turned bright red, then white and at last pink. The two boy gasped and ran towards the tree. All of a sudden, the rosa baum let out a shriek, that pierced the boys ears. Then, tons of rosa birds flew out of the tree. The...
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posted by GreenLight24
Author's Note: Hey, guys! :D I've finally drafted the third installment of the "Blacktie." series. It does require some knowledge of the first two stories gepostet in order here: link][/url][/url] and here:link][/url][/url] This is the story of Blacktie's run-in with a female accomplice! It picks up right where the Sekunde story left off. Enjoy. :D

Anthony gently pulled at his bow tie and unbuttoned his mantel as he peered devilishly towards the...
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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-

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.
On the drive back to my apartment, I cannot help but feel something is amiss. What it is, I don’t have a clue. As I continue the drive, I once Mehr delve into my past…
I awaken an Stunde later, still in pain from the sun’s rays. I feel Perry’s dried blood on my face, and find myself disgusted at what I have done. I cannot believe the situation I’ve landed myself in. About ten Minuten later, Perry returns to the cave. From where I do not care, oder even want to know. I feel nothing but burning hatred and contempt for him. I still do not know what prevented...
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posted by LaDispute
She was obsessed with the idea that tragedy is beauty and death is immortality.

He would watch her when she opened her mouth in class, watch the way she flashed smiles when she spoke. He swore to commit the crinkles at the corners of her eyes to memory, the freckled valleys lit up Von her eyes.

He soon found that he could be the cause of those valleys, a Creator building up his own world from the base of her narrow satisfaction. She soon found that his convictions in tandem with hers had the power to endlessly pursue the edge of the universe in its expansion.

And when they first kissed that cold...
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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. 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
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posted by nekomatafox
 this is scarlet included becouse originally for Manga so brief Beschreibung
this is scarlet included becouse originally for manga so brief description
flameheart sits in the gras, grass lettting the breeze pass over him waiting
"hmm i hope i dont wait long" he says to into the air
looks around startled as a rustle comes from the bushes behind him
"scarlet is that you" he ask nervously
there's a flash of red and yellow knocking flamheart to the grounf with a large klatschen, smack like stone on metal. he shrieks with a hint of a smile on his face as a pair of half paws half hands hold him down.
a bright female tone female voice with a playfull tone talks to flameheart" i got Du flameheart admit it!!"
holding him down is a human like fuchs creature with red fur...
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This was take from a post on Tumblr that I found interesting and wanted to share! (And I did some of my own Googling and added to the list.) It just goes to Zeigen that someone telling Du that your Schreiben isn't good doesn't mean anything. People just think differently from each other. ;P

Sylvia Plath: There certainly isn’t enough genuine talent for us to take notice.

Rudyard Kipling: I’m sorry Mr. Kipling, but Du just don’t know how to use the English language.

Emily Dickinson: [Your poems] are quite as remarkable for defects as for beauties and are generally devoid of true poetical qualities....
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posted by edwardsca
    I was sitting at my schreibtisch at school, Schreiben my Weihnachten list. It was hard to think of Mehr than three things, so I wrote down a gift card to itunes, some movies, and a new pair of nike shoes. I'm trying to think of something, and my teacher sagte "Emily it wouldn't be wise to ask for money for a present". When I went Home I was still thinking about my Weihnachten list, but then my little sister came up to my face "Sissy, sissy, Du should ask for a super big princess kit'. Then abendessen came, we had roasted chicken. My older brother Eric was bragging about making the basketball...
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Chapter 1:
let's give this a go:) I would Liebe to know what Du guys think:) Kommentar please!<3

My name is Nicole Mason, I'm a Sophomore at Bethal Heights High School. Me and my boyfriend, oder should i say ex boyfriend dated since freshman year, and lately i just didn't know what to do with myself. I never had that many friends, but after i started dating Zayn Malik almost every single girl hated my guts. I gave up everything for him and after a Jahr of dating i go over to his house only to find his tounge down Melanie Karras throat.
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