Colored Mechanicle Pencils

Hey! everyone! thanx for Lesen and commenting on my articles! HOPE Du ENJOY THIS ONE!

Recap:
When i turned around to look in the direction where she was coming from, i saw that nearly all the people who had been standing there were gone.I looked around and saw some of the kids running into the bathrooms, others entering classrooms which they were not supposed to be in.I thought about hiding in one room that was on the left side near the locker i had hit my head on but before i could even move, i had Mrs.copcon say, "Everyone stop where they are standing".

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For Kay, my dear sister in Jesus. May this small tale help to remind Du how beautifully and wonderfully made Du are in the eyes of the Great Artist.

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Once upon a time, not long Vor and not far away, there lived a wise and skillful artist who loved to paint. He delighted in making magic with color and bringing all the Bilder he saw in his head to life in his pictures.

One day, he was painting something extra special. His brush dipped in and out of the swirling Farben and flew across the canvas in expert strokes; dabbing here, blending there, moving swiftly in a joyful, marvelous...

That night I locked my windows it seems it only really brings me trouble. But again I couldn’t sleep. “Knock, knock” Dawn sagte coming in her voice was gentle. “Hey, you’re up late” I sagte getting out of bed. “Yeah, what did Ethan do?” she said, Dawn could read your anger. “Nothing, there was just a misunderstanding, that’s all” I said. “Really?” she said. “Well we kissed” I sagte now sitting on my bed. She followed and sat down Weiter to me. “Wow, Why?” she asked, “Why would Du ask me why?” I asked. “Because Du have always sagte that Du would never go...

Me: I'm back lol. Did anyone miss me. *hears no applause sniffs and cries* lol. Sorry i just had sugar. Anyway, ummm, yeah people who read this (Very few then lol) Sorry thats my attempt at a true but very bad joke. ANyway people um with these, it depends because each chapter we'll probably be about her time in the dream oder in the hospital. so if Du don't like that I'm sorry. So lets begin.
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It didn’t take long for me to fall asleep and I was momentarily floating in darkness when I felt a rush of wind. I gasped as I felt that familiar painful sensation of all my injuries being combined...

ME:Um, yeah people Du might find this a bit wierd but each chapter sory of goes from her time in the hospital and then in the other world. Sorry if Du don't like the way its done but you'll just have to live with it. Um anyway enjoy. And I'm sorry if this is long. Cough rate cough please cough soory i got a bit of a cold

I sat up gasping and sweating. The moonlight shone through the window giving the hospital room a dim light. I remembered the dream as vividly as if it happened yesterday. I put a hand on my back and felt along the skin. I almost fainted. There was blood there and scrapes across...

This Artikel presents the concepts of the Fanpop Writer's Group, and was last edited on 6 July 2009.

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What is the Fanpop Writer's Group?
It's a group of Fanpop users who are committed to writing, sharing, reading, discussing and critiquing their work. At a minimum, this involves a monthly session (though it could be twice monthly). Each session involves the following:

1) One member starts the Weiter session Von starting a new Forum thread labeled "Fanpop Writer's...

I store deeply into his eyes as he slid his hand close to mine. the heat in the air around me began to heat up, my herz pounded rapidly against my chest and a feeling of anxiety rushed through my body.

His hand moved too hold mine, he moved it slowly, continuing to gaze into my eyes. The twinkle in his eye turned to a bright shine as the twilight began to rise, Hypnotized, i joined his hand with mine, the burning tension in the air, the smile that arose on his lips, this was perfect.

" I Liebe You" he whispered softly in my ear, his breath warm. He brushed his lips against my face and kissed...

Serena

The Weiter day, I sat at the same table.

When I glanced up at him, he was looking at me too, indecision and frustration written all over his face.

I looked down quickly, and went back to deciphering the laminated wood grain.

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The rest of school dragged Von very slowly, and Von the final bell, I was already hurrying out of the Biology lab.

As I exited the main building, I immediately felt someone was staring at me. I'd always been able to tell when there was someone was looking at me, I was weird that way.

I turned, and in the teilt, split Sekunde that...

Serena

He looked up and I wasn't sure, but I thought his gaze softened a little.

"Can I sit here?" I asked cautiously.
"Whatever," he said, sounding bored out of his mind.
"My name's Serena," I said.
"Shaun."

We sat in silence for the rest of lunch, I was eating nothing. The Sekunde the glocke rang, he stood up, abruptly and left.

I was left staring in confusion at the doorway I was mostly certain he'd disappeared down.

Shaun

I didn't want to hurt her, yet I didn't want her to be sucked into my depressing world of suffering. What was I supposed to do?

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A/N: Ok, this is just a short, about 500 word drabble I came up with. It's about 7-year-old Alice and her drunk derpressed father, called, of course, 'Daddy'. It's not much, but I though I'd post it. Constructive critisizm is welcome.

Please rate and comment.
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The smell of his breath came off in waves of grief and alcohol mixed into what could be described as inner turmoil. Although Alice barely gave a thought to the bottle of whiskey in his hand, as she was Mehr preoccupied with not throwing up from the smell of her father she should have gotten...

I looked up every few minutes, desperate to see Du standing there once more. My herz beat shrilly in my chest and my breath fluttered every time I thought of you, your cold hands grasping mine, the wonderful smell of your skin intoxicating me. I cursed, thinking of Amy and how she could be with Evan, could call him on the phone, hold his hand in public, and the simple problems she had with trying to datum a normal guy. Du are so much beyond normal that it frustrates all my attempts to capture Du in poetry. Surrounded Von scraps of paper on which I've written your name over and over, filled...

me: This is just a preview, but can Du please give me your opinion. I've already gepostet this but i've actuallty edited, so from people who read it before it may bea little bit different. Now i actually can't start from the start but this is what happened before:
Alyria is a thirteen Jahr old girl who is travelling with her adopted family somewhere. Her family is made up of her Mother who has a difernt hair colour every week, and he father who is a gentle soul and a passionate man. She has a five Jahr old african sister who is very strange and a shy artistic 11 Jahr old Indian sister. They stop...

I guess with me that day, I should have learned not to expect what was coming. I woke up, my side hurting like hell, but I was better. I was still lying on the stretcher, and the combination of dried blood on it and the smell of the dried blood made me feel the need to vomit. Looking up, I saw white ceiling tiles. I also saw two cold metal objects pushed into either side of my temple: guns.
    I sat up in shock and confusion and was pushed down Von two people; one with spiky hair and the other looked like a mouse. Oh yeah, David and Mike. It was all coming back to me: getting...

Zufällig story I thought up. Please rate and comment! I hope Du like it! :)


I guess that Tag was just one of those days Du should have stayed Home from school. Du should have faked an illness and lay in your bett all Tag while watching TV and eating trödel, schrott, junk-e- food. Du should have.
    But of course with my sparkling record of having never been absent, staying Home that Tag didn’t even occur to me as I got dressed and ready to go. To me, school was a punishment, a privilege, and a fun place. Some days I dreaded it, some I appreciated it, and some I loved it.
    That...

Hey guys! thanx for reading, and am sorry i was late to write this up its just because i had alot of school work to do, but now its over so i really hope to get the Weiter ones out soon.

okay here is a quick recap:
As i stood there i knew i had three options of what to do then:I could walk away,which would be hard to go through all the people around us now,i could change my mind about what i was going to do/say and maybe offer to do something which wouldn't turn out so bad oder i could keep up what i wanted to do in the first place. At that point i decided to follow my instincts which wasn't a...