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posted by ZekiYuro
Catherine Orr is 19 and is a non-identical twin.She tells us about her relationship with her sister,Michelle.

How do Du think it is different being a twin?
'I think it's very different.We've been through exactly the same things:the same birthdays,the same parties,the same first Tag at school,the same evil maths teacher.'

Do Du think Du and Michelle are Mehr similar than ordinary sisters?
'Definitely.If I don't like a film,then neither does she.We pick up the phone at the same time to call each other.If I get ill,so does she.'

Do Du get on well with Michelle now?
'Yes,I see her about once a week,although...
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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 ZekiYuro
Imagine,John Lennon's most famous song,was recently voted"Britain's favourite song of all time".It's an idealistic song about peace and hope for a better world.
"Imagine all the people living life in peace."The song was a big hit in 1971,and again in 1980 when Lennon was murdered in New York.It became a hit for a third time after the terrorist attacks of September 11th 2001.

But who really wrote the song?Until recently the answer to this Frage was always John Lennon.But on a TV programme this week Lennon's wife,Yoko Ono,spoke for the first time about how she,in fact,helped to write the song....
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"Hello." "Hey long time no talk." "Yea, no, kidding." "Why, do Du call today?' "Well, Du know I just need help finding my best friend." "Don't worry sweetie Du found him. He miss Du tons." "Really, I wish he knew how much I miss him." "Sweetie, he does. Just remember to smile for him for he smiles for you." "I smile everyday because I know he care about me. Does he want to hear my new poem?" "He always wants to hear your sweet writing."

I have been very lonely since my best friend left me here, in this grove of trees. The gras, grass has turned brown and the gravel road is now mud. We no longer...
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Summertime, June, 16th, 1934
Detectives surrounding the area of the lake. A dead body was found. A young girl's body. The young girl was Anna Hawkes, nine years old, blond hair, green eyes. My best friend.......ex best friend. Let's just say, this little girl did not play nice with me and left me forgotten. She's lucky. Lucky, lucky, lucky, lucky. The detectives found her and not me. Well, I'm sorta used to it since I've always known to be forgotten and alone. Now, I'm dead, forgotten, alone, wet, and sunk deep into the water. How did Little Miss Anna Hawkes die? Hehe, me of course. She drowned...
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posted by Me_Iz_Here
(Not a very creative name, I know)


I sat on the bed. Doing nothing. Nothing. Nothing. I looked at the clock. Friday, five-fifty-eight PM. Five-fifty-nine. Waiting. Waiting. herz pounding. Counting seconds. Every week. Every week, SHE came. SHE would try to kill me. Then I would scream for help and they would come. Then I would get a lecture that nothing was there, possibly some treatment oder whatever. Then Weiter Friday at six, it would happen again.
Forty-five seconds. I glanced at the book. I brought it with me. That way, no one else would read it. It was old and leather-bound, and had pictures...
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posted by StarStorm
The Fay
The fay is a kreuz between a demon and an angle.
They are very very powerful and are now hunted, but
a fay can take the form of any living organism, so the few that are left are in hiding. And this is the story of one human who finds out that all the myths and legends about angles and demons are all very very true.

Suizanna Gentry is a average girl. She lives in a small apartment with her mom and dad, she has two Katzen and a overexcited
dog. She goes to a good school. Makes average grades. Has
four best friends. And is plain. But one Tag she wakes
up to hear her parents arguing with...
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posted by animefangirlz
    Hi, my name is 0-7-8-5-4-2-1-A. Also known as Bo - Bo.(pronounced bow -bow)I am a kreuz between artificial and organic life.Some of Du may call that cyborg.I was once a real full dog,until i got ran over Von an 18 - wheeler.Most of my parts were UN damaged.They preserved me for about 200 years.They attached all kinds of wires,tubes,and other things to me.
    When I awoke I was in a cage.It was dark,cold,loud.There were Tiere that had giant metal plates like me.Some looked completely robotic.I looked at my paws.When they touched the rock-hard steel...
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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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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 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!"
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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