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posted by para-scence
**6 months later...***

Bride laughed and giggled as I bounced her on my leg; just another Tag at the park. It was summer, finally, a break from school. I guess I was looking vorwärts-, nach vorn to being a sophomore. School wasn't that bad anymore now that I had my friends. Felicity wasn't that bad either. We're not exactly the greatest of friends, but we can tolerate each other now. Also, Trace and I started dating. It was great; he's really sweet and funny. I couldn't ask for a better guy.

"Come on, Harley! Gail sagte to be Home Von three!" Aspen called. Everyone else was already at the sidewalk, starting on their way home. I ran up to catch up to them.

We got home, right at about the time we were supposed to. Gail was Lesen on the porchswing, with Sky at her feet. I looked off into the distance. There weren't many houses around here. The closest house was down the street, but Du could still actually see it from our house. That house had been up for sale for quite a while. Only then did I notice the "sold" sign there. Huh.

"Hey, girls," Gail smiled from the porch. Even though she's now our legal mother, we all still call her Gail. It'd just be weird calling her "Mom." Still, I Liebe her like I would a mother. I smiled. "Who wants to help me with dinner?" She didn't have to ask. She always has Scout and I help with dinner, while the younger kids play in the house oder backyard.

After a nice meal of meatloaf (*couch cough*), Gail set out bowls of mint ice cream; the perfect dessert.

"Did Du see that house sold?" Gail asked. We nodded. "Did Du meet the family yet?"

"No," Scout answered. Gail smiled.

"Well then, when Du girls are done eating, why don't we go say hi?" she suggested. We shrugged. Once we were done, we headed on over to the house. I furrowed my eyes at the car in the driveway. It seemed familiar.... We knocked on the door. It opened.

My herz practically burst out of my chest right then and there.

"Nikolai!!" I shouted. I jumped up and wrapped my arms around his neck. He laughed.

"Hey there!" Carmine and Reed emerged from the inside of the house. I couldn't believe it!

"Carmine! Reed! What're Du guys doing here?!" My face hurt from smiling so huge.

"We decided we needed a change," Nikolai said.

"And we saved up enough money for a house," Carmine added.

"So we thought we'd Bewegen out into the country, away from all the city crap," Reed finished. I felt like I was going to explode from happiness overload! This as just amazing! Not even in a million years would I have thought I'd be able to have all the people I loved together with me.

"Well, aren't Du guys gonna come in?" Carmine smiled. We went in, and were gegeben a tour of the house.

Now everything is perect, I corrected myself.

The End. ♥
posted by ilovehouse345
In Bester Middle School there are things Du should know and things Du should not.
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"Alexis",said her teacher mr.trumpower "You havent turned in the last 3 assignments."

"Sorry?"

"Have them on my schreibtisch monday morning oder detention."

She nodded and walked away.Mr.Trumpower was genrally a pretty cool teacher,not to nice but not to mean,just very stern.

"What was all that about?" asked Alexis's best friend Heather

"Nothing just havent turned in work."

"Oh well Du should get it in,dont want him in a bad mood monday."

"Since when have Du cared about work?"...
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posted by TDIlover226
Eddie Krinshaw walked down the side walk of the Ulysses S. Grant comunity park. It was almost dark and the sun was starting to set. He needed to get Home before his curfew, oder his parents would get mad. He walked through the park gates, then across the straße to his house. Just as he was getting ready to do his homework, there was a pounding on his window. He waited until the pounding stopped, then he opened the window to see his friend Vincent Samson standing there with a dart gun in his hands. "What are Du doing!" sagte Eddie. "I found this cool construction site down town" sagte Vincent.
"And...
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Biggest Misconception People Have About A Screenwriting Career Von Frank Dietz via FilmCourage.com.
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independent filmmaking
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posted by kiabearmisfit
****your at Home with roc royal and princeton***

(Your dating roc royal oh if i write on Du too will brake up fyi)

Me: aye prince Charming can Du get me some peace tee prutty please

Prince: ugh better be lucky we Friends

Me: thanks your the best of the best

Prince: finer than fine

Me: LOL didn't say all that

Prince:😄

Me: LOL rocky bear

Roc: aye baby

***he gives me a kiss***

Prince: 😣ewwww

Me: LOL Du KISS to prince

Prince: i know i do it just that when yall KISS it like so Perfect it like man wish my Smooches were like that lol

Roc: well really i dont put much thought in to it but she my number...
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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
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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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