Schreiben Article: My True Love- "For Coach Joy"

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posted by iluvtheshow

I remember the Tag I fell in love.
Not just simple love.
No, this was head over heels, I'd die for Du love.
I remember where I fell in love.
A small middle school in a small town.
A place Du could easily miss.
I remember the my matchmaker.
A short women, but with Mehr feuer then Du could ever imagine.
Mehr passion for what she does then I had ever seen.
I remember my girlfriends who were with me.
My athletic, sassy, fun-loving chicks.
My flirting consultants.
I remember him.
Good God, he was beautiful.
Yes, I remember the Tag I fell in love.
True Love.
Head over heels love.
With..................
Basketball.

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This is dedicated to my first real basketball coach. She taught me not just how to play basketball, but how to be part of a team. I have so much respect for her and I know I should thank her everyday for helping me fall in love. For Coach Joy.

likeangel, Cinders and 4 others like this

GWENxTRENT ur in love with B-ball?

iluvtheshow It's kinda suppose to be a metaphor...... but I do love basketball quite a bit. Thanks for reading. :)

Sweet_Pants Lol, admittedly this poem made me smile. Good work ;)

r-pattz lol nice twist:)

JACOBLOVR45 B-ball?

Mehr Than This Ch. 19

posted by para-scence

I brought Hera and Desiree Home the Weiter morning. Hera begged me not to tell Dad and Kara what really happened last night. For a moment, I considered just telling them the truth. At least they'd make sure it never happened again. But then I stopped. It was just one time, right?

"Only if Du promise to never do it again," I warned. She nodded quickly.

"I won't. I promise."

"Fine," I sighed. "Besides, I'm not the one you'll need to convince to keep her mouth shut." Both of us turned to Desiree. She smiled evilly.

"Please, Dezzie. Don't say anything. I'll get Du a My Little pony if Du do, ok?"...

Bang Bang - He'll shoot me down [[Chapter 1]]

posted by HattersMadGirl

**scroll down for translation**

Regen wusch die Gräue von höhle, den Fenstern und ließ sie über höhle, den Asphalt ergießen.
Klamm schien die Luft, die unter der Last des Nebels unangenehm warm war, einem Nebel, der die Stadt in ein Gewirr von Spinnweben und Unkenntlichkeit hüllte.
All das, und ein fortwährendes leises Gemurmel füllten höhle, den Hintergrund des Geschehens.
Im Mittelpunkt saß ein Mann, gebeugt, mit dem Rücken zur Fensterseite gedreht, auf einem feuchten Holzstuhl und ergab sich seiner introspektiven Wahrnehmung.
Obwohl er seinen Blick nicht hob, schien es ihm, als beobachte er die Menschenmassen,...

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Mehr Than This Ch. 1

posted by para-scence

I ran down the pathway, my long blond ponytail whipping me in the face each time I checked to see how far I was ahead of Brandon. He was still far away, and Mommy and Daddy were even farther behind.

"Irina! Mommy and Daddy sagte not to go too far!" Brandon complained. I stopped in my tracks, and groaned.

"We're not too far! I can still see 'em," I said. Brandon pouted, not satisfied. I sighed. "Fine. We'll wait for them." Finally, after waiting forever, Daddy and Mommy finally caught up to us. I ran up to them, and Dad put his arm on my shoulder. Brandon held Mommy's hand. Mommy smiled at the...

Teachers Betrayal Ch.1

posted by alexmswann

It was three o’clock on a Friday and the glocke had finally rung for school to be out for the weekend. I hurriedly shoved my Bücher in my book bag and headed for the door ready to be out of school.
“Oh wait, Alisa could Du come here for a quick second,” my English teacher, Mrs. Thompson asked. I turned around wishing I could be out this school. She was a very tall and light skinned lady, in her mid-thirties. She had long stringy black hair and big brown eyes. Du would probably think she was a retired model. I quickly went to her schreibtisch trying not to seem I was rushing her.
“Um I just wanted...

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Nothing Mehr Ch. 11

posted by para-scence

The Weiter morning, despite being deprived of sleep, I was wide awake. Carmine was in the kitchen, Nikolai getting ready for work in his room. I frowned when I saw Carmine in his work uniform.

"I thought..." I began. He shook his head, his mouth full of cereal.

"I gotta work today. We'll go another Tag though, ok?" he said.

"When are Du off...?" I asked.

"Next weekend," he answered. I groaned.

"Seriously?!"

"Sorry! Du know, Du could get a job too, y'know!" he shouted. I clamped my mouth shut. Carmine never yells at me. Ever. "Y'know, Du complain about Nikolai all the time! You're just as bad!"...

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Nothing Mehr Ch. 7

posted by para-scence

The Weiter week was spent somewhat like that first day. We went to the park almost everyday. It wasn't that bad actually. It was kind of funny to see Jezebel and and Aspen run around like psychos. I was actually starting to warm up to Scout as well. It was cool to just talk to someone my age that was a girl too. I never had the chance to do that at school oder home. I really like Aspen too. She's very mature for her age, when she wants to be. She has no problem goofing around like a little kid. She likes to talk about a bunch of things. I've become very close with her too.

Then soon came the Sunday...

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Save Me Ch. 9

posted by para-scence

A faint beeping noise entered my room of darkness. I squeezed my eyes shut even more, afraid to open my eyes again and see nothing. There was the noise again. And again. It sounded in a steady pattern. The Mehr I comfheard it, the Mehr it reminded me of where I was. Before, when it was complete silence, it felt surreal, like it was all a bad dream. Now it was a constant reminder that there was nothing left for me. I cried, and a wet tear rolled down my cheek. A tear? But when I died, I'd felt nothing. I couldn't feel oder taste the blood that had been running down my lips. I couldn't feel the...

Who Am I? Ch.1

posted by itchygum

I sat in my bed, watching the Minuten tick Von on my clock. 10:51 . . . 10:52. I rolled on my side, thinking about the Weiter day, the first Tag of school. I was a strait A student and also a bit of a badass. Where did I fit in? My eyelids became heavy, harder to open every time I blinked, until they didn't open.
I felt a nudge, my mom waking me up. "Get dressed," she whispered in my ear. I dragged to my dresser, pulling out my rosa Aeropostale hemd, shirt and a pair of skinny jeans.
My mom dropped me off and kissed my forehead, so embarrassing, but typical mom. "Hey Ana-rebel!" Called Brooke, pretty...

Psychoanalysis: Chapter 20

posted by Insight357

“Yes, I am,” I sagte calmly. I felt sick to my stomach even as I sagte it.
    “Why?” asked Grey as if it were not obvious.
    “I Liebe him,” I said.
    “I thought Du loved me,” she said, tears in her eyes. Although I saw tears, I also saw hate and fire.
    “You were mistaken,” I said, it was cruel, but true. I loved Alexander Mehr than her.
    “Why don’t Du Liebe me?” she asked.
    “You raped me, and I married Du only because the baby,” I said....

Living in the City of the 1970's: Chapter 3

posted by StarWarsFan7

As I enter the kitchen, I see my mom chopping carrots and putting them in a pot full of stew. "Hi Mom! What's that?" My long citrus orange rock sways underneath the air conditioning vent. "I'm making vegetable stew. KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK. "I'll get it!" I call. I run towards the wooden door and I turn the bronze-colored knob. A man with shaggy dark brown hair appears behind the door. "Hello. Is your mother here?" Who is this guy? "Yes. She's in the kitchen." I make a left towards the small küche and my mom looks at me. "It's for you." I mouth the words silently. "Oh!" My mom, walks...

Rhinestones Chapter 5

posted by StarWarsFan7

Three hours after Darla left and everything's fine at the shop. A teen with dirty blond hair and hazel eyes enters the store. He looks like... "Steven?" Steven stops in his steps. "Bree?" "Yeah. What are Du doing here?" I ask. "To buy something? Do Du know where the Süßigkeiten is?" "Yeah it's in section two." I point towards the Sekunde section in the store. The Shop smells like vanilla and chocolate. Probably because of the ice cream that have been melting in the corner of the store. Which reminds me... "Steven, would Du like to work here?" I ask to break the silence. "Sure. I need a job." Steven...

Rhinestones Chapter 1

posted by StarWarsFan7

Ugh. Being an eighth grade student in a huge middle school is a horrible thing. Large crowds, long lines, piles of homework and nasty teachers! But lucky for me, I'm Mehr motley than anyone else. As I walk down the long beige hallway to my Sekunde period class, I see my BFFFL (Best Female Friend For Life), McKenna Winston. "Bree! Bree! I need Du A.S.A.P!" My spunky blond pigtailed friend grabs my hand and runs towards the girls' restroom. "What the heck do Du need McKenna? I need to get to class before-" I see Schreiben on the bathroom wall. McKenna reads it aloud. "Bree Komor and McKenna Winston...

Blind: Chapter 4

posted by Insight357

After dinner, everyone scattered out in the Temple, and Elizabeth was going to go to her room. She walked out of the dining room and into the corridor. She didn’t know where to go so she decided to go left; she wandered around when she finally took a right. She opened up a door. Elizabeth peered inside; she saw Wyatt, Lucifer, and Xavier sitting around a giant, red pentagram in the center of the room. They did not hear the door open.
She watched them thoughtfully. Wyatt was the leader of the Temple. Therefore, he was doing most of the talking....

Caged

posted by black_13

What do Du think of this poem? Is it too wierd oder depressing?

Caged

It’s my life yet I’m not permitted to live it
Because I’m sick of the tiny little locked cage
Did nobody tell Du the most important thing?
Little girl’s gonna grow up someday, honey

The Tag has come when the box is too small
You repressed, demoralized child’s matured
She’s become – shock horror – a teenager
Just an isolent hündin and nothing more

You say she shouldn’t eat so much
But Du force her to stuff her face
You say her skin’s bad, why?
You the one who never taught her to wash it

It’s as if you’ve completely...

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My First Attempt at Poetry-Trapped herz

posted by xDark_Angelx

She fell to the floor and wept, and the jar shook
The Tag ended on a cold note for the cold night
He had her herz sealed in a jar, fragile and trapped
Until he had his moment and let go
With little strength, she had saved it and ran
She had ran until the darkness was unbearable,
As she wept, the jar shivered in her arms

Her dark blue eyes were drenched
And her mind was a dark, narrow corridor.
Her heat prolonged in entrapment,
Torturing her unknowingly with each eternity-like moment.

Finally, she ceased her overwhelming emotions,
Now silent and pondering
Distracted, the jar fell, and shattered at her feet
He’s gone. He’s gone! The words danced in her mind.
Her herz was free, and she was free

She got to her feet, no longer stumbling
And the shattered jar crunched under her feet
There was no Mehr pain.
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...Yeah, I know it kinda sucks. Like I said, first attempt. :/

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Would Du guys read this?

posted by BURITOES

Ok, so I just want to write a little summary to my story that I want to write called A Place of Our Own I'm basically Schreiben this to see if people will like it, and if they do, I'll write more. :)

So anyways, it's about a Hollie, 17 Jahr old girl who has an alcoholic mother and a step father who abuses her as well as her 12 Jahr old sister, Amy. Hollie's been in a 3 Jahr on/off relationship with a heroin addicted boyfriend, Danny. When a close call puts Danny in the hospital, he promises Hollie that he'll quit and they'll find a better life. This causes Hollie to realize that she needs to leave Home and find help herself.

So yeah, if Du liked this, please Kommentar and there WILL be more. Thanks. :)

The Hope Dies at Last

posted by inexplicable

It´s autumn. It´s just a Tag like everyone else. I´m sitting on a bench. The air around me is cold and the sky´s color is orange now, because there will be sunset soon. There is a brunnen in front of me. It has a red- brown color and there are statues on it. I can hear the sound of the ice cold water. There are Mehr benches around the fountain, but today there aren´t so much people sitting there as usual. I´m visiting this place pretty often. I´m sitting still on the bench and thinking. Sometimes I observe the people in the street. I can see their long shadows on the ground. It´s the...

The Ghost at Sariff Lake

posted by woofbark

This is based on a true story, which has been featured on a few ghost shows. However, I tweaked this "ghost story" a little, and I hope Du enjoy!

Sariff was a kind and beautiful woman who spent most of her life around the calm, cool waters of an unnamed lake.

It was there she swam.
It was there she read.
It was there she surfed.
It was there, on July Fourth, 1990, Sariff was murdered.

No one knew who it was, besides the fact that he was a man. And maybe, that had something to do with the fact that only men drowned at Sariff Lake.

Twenty men a Jahr died, despite a large amount of lifeguards....

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Life Goes On Part 3

posted by MissMuffin38

The three boys turned around to see three girls standing before them. Them three girls were Amelia, Emma, and Grace. These were the girls they were meeting. Daniel's voice was shaking but he managed to get some words out: "Hi. How are you?" He said, almost stumbling on his words. "We're fine thankyou. So where are we going?" Amelia replied, giving them her most angelic smile. "Erm, anywhere Du want!" Daniel answered her, still stammering. "How about the sweet shop? We haven't been there for a while." Emma asked, Wird angezeigt a smile too. "Yeah, sure!" Tommy replied to her, looking at the other...

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When Du find you, come back to me. [PT. 5]

posted by jesus_bale

I'm thinking of Du in my sleepless solitude tonight...

Becoming Rapunzel – Neu verföhnt in sheets of satin, I rolled to my side and slowly opened an eye, spotting the black outline of a figure lingering in the doorway. Confused, I propped myself up on an elbow and squinted, trying to make out the figure in the darkness. "Matthew?" I called out softly, pulling the sheets up to cover exposed flesh. The figure moved closer without a word, shutting the bedroom door. For a moment I questioned whether oder not the illusions had returned. While I wasn't seeing Lex, I was thinking of him. Fear and anxiety washed over...