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posted by khfan12
Chapter One
A discovery
Two years later
"Come on, Du three, hurry up! We have to get this project done fast!" sagte Lori. "Lori! Slow down! We aren't as fast as you!" sagte Jesse. Lori Lopez, Jesse Martin, Nina Boyce, and strahl, ray Martinez are four best freinds who are all 14, and have superpowers. "Finally! We're here!" sagte Nina. For their summer project, they were going to explore the old factory on the oben, nach oben of Higgins hill. Once they were inside, they found a room labled 'freeze room' they looked inside the window. "There are people in here!" sagte Ray. Lori pushed the 'defrost' button. They could see that it was getting warmer. Vialo, Jasper, Ella, and Steve came to life. They walked out, Vialo and Jasper holding hands. "Who are you? What Jahr is this?" asked Vialo. "My name is Lori Lopez, this is Jesse Martin, this is Nina Boyce, and last is strahl, ray Martinez. this is the Jahr 2007. School just got out." sagte Lori. "Oh man,... guys, we've been Frozen for two years! It looks like we've grown during that time, also!" sagte Vialo, noticing the change in height. "Oh! My name is Vialo Wilson, This is my boyfreind Jasper Talley, This is Ella Newbie, and this is Steve Hawks. Thank Du for defrosting us." sagte Vialo. They turned to leave."W-Wait where are Du going?" asked Nina. "Home." sagte Jasper. "Can we follow you?"asked Jesse. "Sure, but be quick, we go fast." sagte Ella.
* * * * *

At Jasper's house, their parents and families were Mehr than glad to see them. They explained what happend and introductions were made. Lori and the others were rewarded. Vialo was talking to Lori in private. "So where is your family?" asked Lori. "They all died in a feuer when I was 12 years old. ever since, I've been staying with Jasper's family ever since. Our families were close. Jasper's family gladly took me in. Me and Jasper started going out when we were 13." sagte Vialo. "Wow. I'm so sorry. I wish there was sometihng I could do." sagte Lori. "Yeah, if only Du could." sagte Vialo. All of a sudden, there was a scream. "What was that?" asked Lori. "Don't know. Let's go check it out." Vialo said. When they got to the others, every thing seemed normal. Jasper was holding a paper, his face hard as stone. "Vialo, a brick wrapped in a paper came through the door when we opened it to go outside. Look who it's from." he said. Vialo took the paper, her hands trembling. In bold letters, it said: Jack and Jess. She read the letter aloud. It says: Dear Vialo, we knew Du losers got unfrozen. We saw the news. We will take someone dear to Du losers, and the rest... is a surprise. Losers. Jess and Jack. "What do Du think they mean Von 'someone dear?" asked Ella. "I don't know, but I don't think I want to find out." Steve said. "Well, we should at least try to find Jack and Jess. Lets go to the secret place and get ready." sagte Vialo.
* * * * *

The Weiter day, Vialo, Ella, Jasper, and Steve went to the most unexpected place for Jack and Jess to hide: The construction site. "Well, we're here. Lets check it out." sagte Jasper. They teilt, split up into two teams. Vialo and Jasper, and Ella and Steve. When they were inside, Vialo spotted something glimmering in the darkness. She walked over to it. Then suddenly, a door came down right behind her, and she felt the area move. "What's happening? Jasper help me!" Yelled Vialo. She heard cables moving, then heavy footsteps above her. "Jasper! Get me out of here!" yelled Vialo. Jasper opened a door above her, and pulled her out. She grabbed the object. "What did Du find?" Vialo handed him the object. "A locket? T-That looks like..... Jack and Jess?!" sagte a surprised Jasper. Ella and Steve somehow found them. "Well, we didn't find anything." sagte Steve. All of a sudden, Vialo screamed. "VIALO!" excliamed Jasper. Vialo was being dragged away. "H-H-HELP ME! SOMEBODY HELP!" Vialo yelled. A giant machine appeared controlled Von [of course] Jack. His robot held up a screaming Vialo. "Let her go, Jack." sagte Jasper, going into his super mode. Vialo, Ella and Steve also went into their super mode. Vialo was able to break the robot's hand that held her up. All of a sudden, Jess burst through the wall. "Jack!" she exclaimed. Jess stomped over to him. "I thought Du sagte we would do the plan together! What's wrong with you?" asked Jess as she yelled at him. "I changed my mind! Got a problem with that?" Jack shot back at her. As they fought, Vialo and the others snuck away. "Ah, young love." whisperd Steve. Ella giggled. Later, they were at the secret place. The secret place is their base of operations, Du know, where Du talk and see what's happening. In this case, what will happen.
* * * * *

When Vialo opened her eyes, she saw that she wasn't in her room. "Where am I?" she wondered aloud. What will happen now? Vialo asked herself. "Oh, it's you, Mari, Du scared me." a voice said. "Heh. Well Du have to be sneaky if Du are a ninja as high ranked as me. Any word about Vialo yet?" asked Mari. "No. We know she's still alive, we can sence it. She is my sister, after all. " sagte the voice. "Okay. Good luck, Taylor." sagte Mari. Taylor? My sister? She's alive? Vialo thought. All of a sudden, Vialo was pulled back to reality. "Vialo? Did Du have another vision?" asked Jasper, shaking her awake. "Yeah, I-I'm okay. Jasper, my family is alive." Vialo said. "That's great news, Vialo!" sagte Ella. "Yeah, but where are they?" asked a voice. The four turned around. They saw a girl with black hair and blue highlites. She had on black clothes, fingerless gloves and combat boots on. She had a black choker with a amulet on. "My name is Serina Salas. I have come to help protect Vialo from the shadows." sagte the girl. All of a sudden, there was an explosion. "Gosh Nate, what did Du do?" asked Serina. A boy, covered in smoke walked in the room. Vialo blew the smoke off him."Thanks. Hey, you're Vialo!" He turned to Serina. "Did Du tell her about the shadows yet?" sagte Nate. "I was about to when Du made that explosion!" Serina yelled at Nate. "Anyway, the shadows are monsters controled Von an unknown evil. They steal hearts then trap them, then a shadow is created. Our job is to find Vialo and help her destoy the shadow master." sagte Serina.
posted by lilacool
Little raindrops shiny,silver,
Dropping silently into the river.
A girl sitting quiet,alone,
Her smile is fading,her hope is gone.
It faded really long ago,
That sounds sad,i know.
She quickly wipes away a tear,
It's her secret so no one can hear.
She secretly cries every night,
It's her fate,so she cant fight.
She touches a raindrop and goes back inside,
She is so lost,she's losing her pride.
All she asks for is a friend,
Someone to be there and understand.
So help her to make her dream come true,
There's always something Du can do.
posted by shomill
He has feuer in his eyes.

Burning, flaming, blazing with his fury,
But not at me,
Never at me,
For I am his love,
The one he holds above
All others. His fury
Is for those who would harm me,
Who would dare to bring bitter tears to my eyes.
They alone see the full fury of his fire.

He has feuer in his eyes.

They sparkle when he smiles,
Crackling feuer behind dark irises.
They are beautiful because of the firelight behind them.
What is he thinking of as he smiles at me,
The flames in his eyes gleaming brightly?
He's thinking of the thing we both hold dear,
The treasured, precious Liebe we share.

He has feuer in his...
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One of them charged at Marley while he was on the ground. He jumped up, the beast missed him, but he landed on the back of the other one. He tried to weigh it down (Which was just ridiculous to try in the first place), it didn’t work. Alec quickly jumped on the beast with Marley, as they tried to throw the beast to the ground together. The first beast rammed into the Sekunde one, it barely felt it, but Marley and Alec fly four metres into the air. Opal came out and slashed on first one with her nails, as her eyes turn rose. Marley and Alec landed; they both stood up and took a battle stance,...
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posted by T-lover
what I'm Schreiben isn't exactly an Artikel , but I hope Du will enjoy it ^_^ ..

Girl; Do I ever kreuz you'r mind ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Do Du like me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Do Du want me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Would Du cry if I left ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Would Du live for me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Would Du do anything for me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Choose me oder you'r life ?
Boy; My life .

The girl runs away in shock and pain and the boy runs after her and says ....

*The reason Du never kreuz my mind is because Du are always on my mind .
*The reason why I don't like Du is because I Liebe Du .
*The reason I don't want Du is because I need Du .
*The reason I wouldn't cry if Du left is because I would die if Du left .
*The reason I wouldn't live for Du is because I would die for Du .
*The reason why I'm not willing to do Du anything for Du is because I would do everything for Du .
*The reason I chose my life is because Du are my life .
posted by Bella_Swan3
Taylor had never shadow-walked with no destination in mind. Shadow walking was something she was slightly afraid to do. It made her feel unbalanced, as if she had been gegeben too much control. Like standing on the edge of a cliff, the wind pushing Du to jump, and some part of Du secretly wanting to succumb to it's persuasive power.

She opened her eyes to the flat, glassy expanse of water in front of her. The tiny sliver of the moon was distorted Von the waves.

Granted, shadow walking allowed her to appear wherever she wanted, but to her, it also served as a constant reminder that she was not...
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slowly climbing

inch Von inch

bringing me closer

to my doom

Schmetterlinge of

anticipation

flutter nervously

in my stomach

knuckles whiten

jaws clench

what have I

gotten myself into

the suspense

is killing me

I'm going to hate it

I'm going to Liebe it

I might lose my lunch

but I don't care

heaven help me

here it comes...

...

I hold my breath...

...

and then
I scream
my stomach
drops
my breath
is stolen
my heart
is pounding
adrenaline
courses
through
my veins
amid screams
of sweet terror
I fling up
my hands
and ride on
the wings
of Thrill!
posted by gossipgirlxoxo
I walked in and saw Dawn and Thor. I walked over and gave them both a look. “Where are mom and dad” I asked looking around the house. Dawn smile. “Still in Australia” I looked at Dawn with a confused smile. “Well then what’s going on” I asked. I was angry at Thor and Dawn and not because of Liz oder that mom and dad were still in Australia, but because they weren’t telling me anything. “Well?” I asked. Thor looked at me but he didn’t smile he just stared at me. “We were told to go home, we don’t know anything” he sagte in a muschel voice. I heard a bang, I turned and saw...
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posted by CheeryDavis
Hi, so this is my first story put on here! It's in poem style so i thought what the heu, hay i'll post it! so here it is:

the sky turns black and gray
all the color withers away
but in your arms i will stay
come what may

the lights could dim
the sky could fall
the world could stand still
but your arms are all i can feel
and in them i will stay
come what may

the waves come crashing
pulling me into the deep
but your arms are all i can feel washing over me
and as Du pull me up and hold me close
i know that Du will never let go
in your arms i will stay come what may

the sky shines bright for the first time is...
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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.

--------------------------------
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.
posted by CullensFinest13
Du hurt me I hope Du die I cant belive I trusted Du I cant belive I loved Du I cant belive I stayed up and worried that Du wouldnt call. I cant belive that i loved Du i trusted Du and cared for you. im tired of Du its time i let Du go but your always there Du wont leave me alone...its time for Du to leave so never come back walk out of my life i am going to lock my door and never let Du back in stay out so i can be happy Du need Du need to die let me live my own life Du shouldnt be controlling me anymore im not property im a human and i dont belong to the likes of you, Du were...
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posted by vampiress015
I presuming we all joined this spot 'cos we Liebe to write, right? If so then Du all know what I'm talking about when I say that we all Liebe our main characters and sometimes want to make them the best people in the world.

B-O-R-I-N-G

Yes, we want to make our main character gets the best out of the story, since it's their story. But if they're the best people in the world it doesn't really make them believable and then the reader just doesn't care about them (which is hard to understand cos we as the writer Liebe em, but unfortunantley it's true)

So here is my step-by-step guide to make sure that...
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posted by Sweet_Pants
Just a poem. I hope it isn't much of a bother to rate.

I dream of all things

Uncertain of dark deeds and pasts

Within these thoughts as dark as sea

When once those wings of black

Hung over all

Shadowing but of the wretched white

That blinds me of all beauty.

I dream of all things

From happiness to highs

Let down these pills

oder I’m gone, retreat inside my mind

Where none but the darkest thoughts

Swallowing twilight

I dream of all things

From the stories told Von hidden scars

Unable to Zeigen themselves

Under this intense scrutiny

That makes up this world’s attire

To the times that I could be happy

Without a drug to create

The much-needed illusion...


I dream of all things
No matter of their contents
Because, well,
Nightmares are still dreams.
posted by mrs-mindfreak
I decided to do a story where I put my iPod on shuffle and start writing. Lucky for me, all the songs were basically sad oder angry music. So this is what I came up with :)

The rain pattered on the windows drowsily, drowning out Alana’s choking sobs. She sat in her Favorit wooden rocker, and buried her face in her hands miserably. Her black hair clung to her sweaty face. Her clammy palms were wet from tears. She never wanted to Bewegen from that spot again. Although she was filled with irrevocable remorse, she felt comfortable there. No one in the house, rain falling softly outside, and just...
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‘You shouldn't have shot the dog.’ That single thought reverberated inside my head, knocking from side to side, smashing at the sides of my skull until I had to put my hands to my temples in a futile attempt to stop the pain. The man sitting Weiter to me took a swig of his whiskey, the glass bottle knocking against his yellowed and rotten teeth. His other hand held onto the steering wheel, maneuvering the car down the winding and deserted stretch of highway. I leaned my head against the cool glass of the passenger side window, willing my head to stop pounding. From the radio, the soft strains...
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 The Writer Behind the Words
The Writer Behind the Words
Luck has little to do with link. A long lasting Schreiben career doesn’t just happen. A writer can burst onto the scene and quickly disappear. Another can have a series of hits then write a bunch of flops and never be heard from again. The difference between a long lasting career and one that burns out is strategy. Here are seven rules to help Du find the right strategy for Du and get Du started on your journey to long lasting success.

Learn the power of focus. For most of us, we have Mehr than enough to do on a daily basis. And when it comes to any Schreiben project the Liste can grow exponentially-...
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The fragrance of scotch pine and blue fichte is pungent in the air, amplified Von the heat of late June. oder so Du think it is June. This place feels oddly void of time. Du open your eyes to see a sun hazed over Von stratus clouds. From all angles Du spy familiar wooden structures.
You are back.

You sit up with your legs tucked under your bottom and bask in the estival air and all of the scents that waft within it. Du furrow your brows, thinking that it is not as clean as before. Even so, the place hums with earthy energy. A stronger gust of wind picks up the hem of your hemd, shirt and flutters...
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Du wake up under a shady willow with a vague semblance of what Du had dreamt.
You have dozed off again. And no wonder, there is a good book in your lap and your Favorit songs are still crackling through your earbuds. Du ought to replace them, they are going bad. Du pull them out and decide to listen to nature’s Musik instead. The soft gurgle of the pond coupled with catkins rustling against each other has always been your Favorit blend of sounds. Every now and again your ear is filled with the nearly undetectable buzz of a cicada humming past. Du aren’t quite sure, but Du think that...
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posted by Epismatic
The Man With No Eyes Collection (3): Mask




When the curtain rises, all is forgiven.

I’ll brush it all off with a movie-star smile,

A genuine laugh, but my eyes must be hidden,

The truth they contain is considered too vile.

My voice is a song that will play through your ears,

And invite Du to dance to the sound of my tune,

I take a bow, deeply, and drink in your cheers,

I’ll always remain here,

You’ll come see me soon.

A new Tag is dawning,

“Quick, put on your mask!”

And hurry outside, meet the crowd.

“Where’ve Du been?”

With fanciful Antwort to all that Du ask,

I’ll always wait here for...
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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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This guide was inspired Von a Frage recently gepostet Von link on this spot. The user was looking for ways to put a twist on fairytales. I began to write an answer, but my answer soon developed into an article. So here it is.

Note that these aren't specifically for fairytales; they can be used on any old, well-known stories. After listing some ideas on how Du can put a twist on such stories, I'll give a few examples of Filme that have done used one oder Mehr of these ideas.

1. Swap the genders of the traditional characters.
Do any of the characters behave especially "typical" for their gender?...
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