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posted by ZekiYuro
After an upbringing in New Zealand and a spell Schauspielen in her own country,Nyree Dawn Porter made London her home.Interview Von Alan O'Kelly.

Nyree Dawn Porter made her first stage appearance at the age of 3.Playing the part of a ladybird in an amateur production of Noah's Ark,she walked onto the stage and into the lights to delighted applause and laughter.

'It stopped me dead and instead of joining the other performers I walked down to the front of the stage to find out what that noise was.'

'That noise' has Charmed – Zauberhafte Hexen her ever since and in a long,successful career,both on the theatre stage and on television,she has received plenty of it.

Nyree was born on the north island of New Zealand.Her father was a butcher who later became a developer and a businessman.She was gegeben the Maori name of Ngaire which was later changed to its present English form as nobody could pronounce it.

Nyree speaks lovingly of her father Ken,who was warm and affectionate and loved Musik passionately.For a long time she was an only child,but when her sister,Merle Isabel,came along,the happy family should have been complete.

Sadly,that didn't happen.'My parents were like oil and water,'explains Nyree.'They simply couldn't live together.My father's work kept him away from Home but I think it was partly because he found it difficult to live with my mother.'

As a result,Nyree remembers her childhood as being sad but productive.She has a nervous stammer and was so shy and quiet that her teachers became extremely worried about her.She found her release through books,paiting and ballet.

'I didn't like school and I spent most of my time in my head.One of the teachers noticed that.She'd say,'I'm not going to repeat that for Nyree Porter because she's not listening anyway.No doubt she'll let me have the sketch she's doing under the desk.'

A teacher named Jim Goodall came to her rescue Von encouraging her to do well and Von making her president of the drama club.A Sekunde influential person was another teacher,who had spent a lot of time in England and France.The teacher's enthusiasm helped Nyree to use her natural gift for French and she also encouraged Nyree to act.

Von the time she left school,Nyree has passed all the required exams for teaching ballet.She had her own dance studio and enjoyed her work.But something told her that at some stage she would have to leave New Zealand to find full satisfaction.

'I was Schauspielen in a local amateur production when a woman came to my dressing room and asked me if I had ever considered Schauspielen as a career.She was the wife of a leading actor at the New Zealand National Theatre.Her car had broken down outside and that was the only reason she had come it.She arranged for me to try for a role in an American comedy called The Solid Gold Cadillac.'

Against hundreds of other actors,Nyree was gegeben the part.She had no hesitation in giving up everything to act and within 2 years had been brought to England Von a famous film producer.

'I Liebe London and my lucky break came when I was gegeben a letter of introduction to Hazel Vincent Wallace at the Leatherhead Theatre.I got a job in a Chrismas show,both Schauspielen and dancing.'

Nyree Dawn Porter has adopted England,and England has adopted her,too.She has lived in England ever since,although she does visit her old Home and regularly works in Australia.
posted by jklilly56
    “Dude are Du even ready for school Weiter Monday? I haven’t had time to go shopping with getting ready for fair and everything.” I was talking to my best friend Kat on the phone since I was freaking out about doing two project boards in less than 12 hours. “Hell to the no I’m not, Du know me procrastinating Randy. We’ll have to go shopping on Sunday when we’re all done cleaning up.” It was so hard getting ready to go into our freshman Jahr when our first Tag after the county fair ended. “Randy! How am I ever going to get all my clothes figured out?!”...
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posted by nick_cross
When I awoke it was already dark out, and there was a man on the other side of the porch screaming out into the night, I rose and tried to listen. I couldn’t make out much of what he was saying but it sounded like he was asking a lot of questions. For a Sekunde I thought maybe he was screaming at somebody. Out of curiosity, I started walking over to him to see who he was screaming at. When I got close enough I could see that he was looking up facing the sky, I couldn’t see his face because it was covered Von the shadow casted from the ceiling of the porch. When I got even closer I smelled...
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Greetings writers club, i am also an artist like all of Du :) i am the A&Os best heavy metal song writer and i want to Zeigen Du all what i can do :).

branded the animal:

VERSE 1:
Branded like an animal
The lack of sleep will burn in my mind
You won't leave until Du make your message clear
(for peace of mind) (for peace if mind)

VERSE 2:
Breathing very deeply
You will never know how I feel
Leaving me with Bilder of perfect insanities field
(for peace of mind) (for peace of mind)

CHORUS:
Leaves me with Words of pure damnation that I am.
(cause i am damnation personified)
i have been
branded like...
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posted by ttmrktmnrfn0830
This is a song inspired Von Anastasia's Once Upon a December. Also, it's the main song for my novel-in-progress, Imaginary. It's a song in which one of the main characters sings to cheer her up when she's scared. And once I finally get the story gepostet here, you'll actually see the depth and power and horror of the song.
Written Von a friend of mine from school.

Midnight settles, darkness falls
Close your eyes and remember
Fallen Engel always sing
Once upon a December

Blood is flowing and it's warm,
Life's nightmares are like a storm
Demons dancing gracefully
across my memory

Broken Schmetterlinge with torn wings
The pain they will always remember
Fallen angels, I hear them sing
Once upon a December.
posted by LovingLucy
Scraping at the boughs,
Unknowns becomeths known,
Where shards break across my skin as my mind is shredded into nothing.
How did I get here?
How did I become this?
How do I get out?
Trapped inside a thousand mirrors,
Seeing so many façades,
Which one is me?
Carved up and bleeding,
Happy unconscious,
Pepped up to go?
Nails scratch into my brain,
As I pick apart memories,
For a clue.
An inkling.
An idea.
Lost!
I’m so lost!
Where do I fit in anymore?
Who am I?
And how did I wind up here?
posted by Vampiyaa
   "What's wrong with Raphael?" Amena asked confusedly, entering the küche in which Linda was preparing dinner. 
   "He's just down about something," Linda said, smiling at Amena. "He'll be out the Minute he smells dinner." Amena took the spoon from Linda's hand and smiled.
   "Don't worry, I can finish up here," she sagte warmly. "Why don't Du rest for a while outside, maybe get some fresh air?" The Sekunde Linda left Amena began digging for a pot.
   Raphael may have stolen my first kiss, she thought bitterly. But that doesn't mean that I shouldn't help him out...

Raphael lay there...
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posted by para-scence
I slammed the car door shut, and faced the school.

"Have a good Tag sweetie," Mom said, somewhat hopefully from the drivers seat. Just the words made me want to ball up and cry. She drove away, leaving me in the dust. I would not survive this day.

Not that I deserve to.

I clutched my Bücher to my chest, and tried to keep my eyes fixed on the ground. But I still felt their eyes on me.

"Bitch," they muttered.

"She deserves to die," others said. Didn't they know I want to? Didn't they know how much strength it took to keep breathing? And when I did, it was the everlasting pain that nearly brought me to my death. But I could only hope.

But they didn't know this. They just knew it was my fault. And it was. It was all my fault for what had happened.

And I'd live with this guilt till I die.

*****************************

Please let me know if I should continue this; I don't know if I should.
Can I Hate You?

Can I Hate You? I dont know.
You did so much, to make me smile,
I wish I hadnt fallen so hard, so fast, with my eyes closed.
You loved me,I think, I know I loved you.
I cant just throw it away over night.
I want Du back, here with me.
I miss being yours, I miss it.
I know I'm strong, I know I'll live.
I know I wont die.
Can I hate you? I dont know.
I've decided I cant, no matter your choices,
It hurts yes, to see Du go
But I can pull up my pullups,
And do it with dignaty,
Yes theyve asked, but i sagte no
I dont want them, I want you.
But I guess that cant happen.
So can I hate you? No.


So were...
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posted by para-scence
I was able to find a sitz with a little sixth grader. She pushed herself to the window, making sure she was as far from me as she could get. What, was I diseased? I ignored her and just stared at the sitz in front of me, avoiding eye contact with anyone.

After about a twenty Minute bus ride, we got to the school. Afraid to be noticed, I waited until most of the people got off the bus. This really annoyed the sixth grader; I had her trapped, so she had to wait until I got the guts to cut someone off. Finally, I started to get off the bus, when I felt hands on my back. As I was getting off, they...
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posted by Moonlight_Kitty
The night was hollow, the moon casting gray shadows through the dark forest as he ran.
Darting between trees, jumping over fallen logs, he glided through the forest like a cloaked shadow himself. He was aware of the others in the forest, the dark beasts that chased him. He stopped as several beasts jumped in front of him. Their red eyes held fast to him as their skin rippled and bubbled. He gritted his teeth, once these had been normal dogs, Hunde he had played with long ago. Now they were beasts of the blackest element, chained to a dark and dismal fate, and loyal to their creator.
He brought...
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posted by Jawas4eva
I need to find a name for my character. She is a twelve Jahr old girl with short, kinda boyish blonde hair. She has a curious and Mischievous personality and a tomboyish attitude. She loves Music, she plays Piano and gitarre and can play the Saxaphone really well. She is also very good in school. She has green eyes and likes to draw and write. Her main flaw is when she makes mistakes she has trouble realising that she is only human, and humans make mistakes. I am trying to find a good name but I am having a lot of trouble. Please help!
posted by para-scence
I stayed in my room the whole Weiter day. Blair must've come in my room last night after our little confrontation, and removed any sharp objects. My fine-tooth comb is gone. My left arm stung a lot; I was starting to regret doing that a little bit.

I did feel better though.

No one bothered me today. I'd heard someone near my door in the mid-morning, but I heard Blair whisper, "No dear. Let her rest."

I slept most of the day, but I started to get a little anxious in the late afternoon. I paced around for a while, cleaned up a bit, and tried to sleep but couldn't. Then a while later, I gave up and...
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posted by QueridaPantufa
It was a dark day. The wind was rushing through the trees and the rain came down without any mercy. I was alone in the house, searching for something I could do on this stormy day.
I decided to go outside, so I could feel nature’s power rushing through my veins.

Once I opened the door, I felt like I was about to enter a whole different world.
The wind was blowing in my ears and my clothes were soaked the moment I stepped outside.
But I kept going. I did not want to go back. I wanted to keep moving forward.
I wanted to become one with the rain, become one with the wind. I wanted to be the rain...
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posted by ambers1999
I woke up shivering with a red blanket that had holes in it. I see Jason in a clear cage with breathing holes in the oben, nach oben and bottom of it, right in front was two men that I woke up to in my dream. I didn't care, I cared about why was Jason in the cage!"Get out of here, Du shouldn't be here".Jason sagte weakly."No I'm not leaving you, I want to know that your ok"! I sagte putting my hand on one of the holes on the cage."I'm find babe just leave before Du get hurt"! He sagte desperately. He put his hand where my and was, and I could feel the warmth of the Liebe he had for me. I saw that he had...
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posted by para-scence
A week later, Blair had gotten us all settled in. I had the one spare bedroom, Kirsten and Sage slept on air mattresses in the other spare bedroom, Paige had a bedroom in the basement, and Mom slept on the pullout couch. Blair and her husband were so nice for taking us in, I'd never be able to thank them enough.

Mom still hadn't found a job. This pleased me, despite our Zurück conversation. I liked it when she was around. She was fun to talk to, and she understood me sometimes. Even if she didn't, she listened to me.

She seemed nicer too, and Mehr caring.

Back at home, when she was actually...
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I'm kinda new to writing(well sorta. I'm Schreiben a book in the Teen Titans club) So I decided to see if I could write a good story. So here's a prologue and please tell me what Du think of this so I can see if I should start Schreiben the story oder not.

Four Hundred years ago, a girl named Akari Kokawa lived in a small village in Japan. She lived alone with her Father, . She never knew her mother for she was killed Von her husband's brother. Akari's father was a cruel man. He beat his child and would often sell her body to men for money. She had enough of his torture and stabbed him to death...
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posted by ttmrktmnrfn0830
Introduction


Everybody has a friend. Someone to talk to, to share your secrets with. Someone in this cold cruel world that Du could trust. A friend doesn't exactly have to be a person. It could be a pet, a journal-sometimes a banana-or even a rock. A friend doesn't have to be real, either. A character from a story oder movie, perhaps? But that's still something everyone can look at, hear, oder feel. Well, some of those make-believe friends, not actors, are things only you can look at, hear, and feel. Now those are called imaginary friends, as Du probably know. Imaginary Friends can be anything Du want them to be. An animal, a creature Du made up, a monster, oder just another human being. There are rare cases when special people have imaginary Friends that...are not exactly in the afterlife. But, no matter what, whatever kind of friend it is, that one true friend will always be there for you.
Always.
Always.
Always...
posted by gabatron3000
Coming soon, I promise. :):):):):)::):))::):)):):):):):):):):):):)):):):):)::)):):):):):):)::):):)):):):):):):):):):)):):)::))::):):))::):):):):)):)::):))))))))))))))):):):):):):)):):):):):):)::)):):):):)::)):):):::):)):):):):))::):):):)):XPXPXPXPXPXPXPXPXPXPXXPXPXPXPPXXP:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D::D:D:D:D:D:D::D:DD::DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD :DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD
posted by r260897
Zean sat on his bett with his Zeal. He looked at “her” with Liebe but pain in his eyes. He was about to play something but stopped when his door was knocked. It was Ben. “ Ben, what are Du doing here? Its mid…” he wasn’t completed when Ben sagte “its just 4:45 p.m. it isn’t midnight. Zean, I don’t know about you. But I know our Zean. Please don’t try to bury your past in your herz coz it will occupy the room, which happiness and joy should own. It isn’t midnight and neither your life…. Don’t make it midnight. Well gotta go. I promised Ilm to teach him to play drums,...
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posted by para-scence
Inspired Von the song, "Looking Glass" Von The Birthday Massacre.

"Waiting as I'm wanting to. Speaking as I'm spoken to. Changing to your point of view. I fade as I follow you. A boyish notion of false emotion. These words are spoken despite my love. A fool's devotion was set in motion. My eyes are open now."




I'd thought there was nothing wrong.

"He's really sweet, I promise," I'd said. They just didn't know him like I did. It made me angry. He really wasn't bad; just some anger management problems. That was no reason to be afraid.

Now I wasn't so sure.

"Look at me when I talk to you," he snapped....
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