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I do!http://www.goodreads.com/story/show/1...
It sounds sorta scary...Ok not really, it's not that scary!
I have a lot of poems, read them all if you want, and
PLEASEcomment!
http://www.goodreads.com/story/list/1...
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I like writing poems, I just don't know if I'm any good or not, so my writing consist of two vey short chapters of a online book I'm writing.
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OMG!!! that was almost going to be my profile picture!!!!!
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Umm... youd have to be my friend. one sec.
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I read one of yours! It was very good!
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me I have writing and like 5-7 people have read it!here is a story I want you all to read and I'm not done with it yet
http://www.goodreads.com/story/show/1...
plz tell me what you think of it
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*shivers* YES SIR....I mean mam'.....YES MAM!!!!
Eileen, your new one is SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO good!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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You have to get it published, or something, because that is really good!
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******IMPORTANT******All members must read Eileen's new story!!! NOW!!!
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This is my stuff, I've added some new things since I last posted it up there ^^http://www.goodreads.com/story/list/1...
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thank you, but remember, i just posted it, God gave me the words.God has all the credit for why it rhymes, and any feelings it might cause, I only posted it, hoping somone might have music that fit it and didn't break any copywrite laws.
so if any of you want to help, i would realy apriciate it!
if you don't have instuments, you can use THIS
*that site isn't mine*
OMG!my friend is so good at writing.
here is the frist chapter of one of her storys:
Chapter One (It only shifts with the paragraphs!!!!)
chapter 1 — updated 10/20/08 — 5250 characters — 40 people liked it — 40 reviews
The girl walked around the corner, taking a short-cut home, through a back alley. A boy lurked in the shadows, watching her stop, look around, and then hurry on. Your mistake, miss, was stopping, even for a moment. He slipped quietly after her, moving only as his kind could; softly and rapidly. He was upon her in seconds, his left hand holding a knife to her throat, right arm tightly around her waist, to keep her from running. She froze, terrified, and uttered a small whimper of fright. He crooned in her ear, "Shh... Quiet or death will come to you slowly and painfully. Come with me." He pulled her into the shadows, and dragged her along. He hit a pressure point, and she slid silently into unconsciousness. He cradled her in his arms, and carried her to his home, a few blocks away.
He kicked the door open quietly, and carried her into his one story home. The door swung shut behind him as he headed down the hall to his room. He laid the girl on his bed, and sat against a wall, waiting for her to wake. Her eyelids fluttered, and she opened her eyes slowly. She noticed him sitting by the door, and drew herself into a ball against the wall, as far from the strange boy as she could manage. He smiled at her obvious fright. "Don't worry, I'm not that kind of guy. What's your name, anyway? I didn't have the chance to ask you, before. I'm Bartholemeu, but some call me Lem." The girl sat in silence, looking Lem over for the first time. He had milk colored skin, and strange black hair, that grew to about his ears. At least, where his ears normally would have been. Instead his ears were positioned more like a cat's. His eyes were a warm, golden color, and looked almost like cat eyes. When he smiled, she noticed many sharp, pointy teeth. She sighed inwardly, and thought, He's not normal. He can't be. Not with ears like THAT, anyway. She opened her mouth, and replied, "My name is Emerillia, but I tend to go by Rillia."
Lem looked Rillia over, and noticed that she, too, was rather pale-skinned. Her hair was wavy and reddish-brown in color. She had round, beautiful, green eyes. Her hair fell well past her shoulders, and looked extremely soft. He bit back a purr at the thought. Should I tell her yet? Or no? He was thinking it over when a tortoise-shell cat stalked into the room and glared at him. He muttered, unthinking, "Hello mother." His eyes went wide as he realized what he had said, and he glanced furtively at Rillia, who sat, staring curiously at him, on the bed. He looked back at the cat, and noticed the fur on its right forepaw starting to retract. He shook his head frantically. "I haven't told her! Wait for another minute, please!" The cat stared at him, incredulous. Lem winced, knowing he was in trouble later. "Rillia? This is my mother. We're, uh, Werecats." Rillia stared at the pair, convinced that she was hallucinating. The cat stared at Lem a moment longer, then turned her unblinking gaze to Rillia. "My name is Vella. Apparently, my son has broken the rules. You shall not be harmed, as you are innocent." The cat stretched, and finished her transformation.
Rillia's eyes widened as the cat turned into a woman. Now I KNOW I'm hallucinating. The woman had long hair, about the same color as her fur had been, which she kept pulled up in a bun. Her cat-shaped eyes were a pale blue, and her ears looked normal. She opened her mouth to speak, and Rillia noticed that her teeth were also normal. "W-Werecats? Is that like werewolves?" Her mind filled with frightening images of werewolves ripping into human flesh with their viscous teeth.
Lem shook his head, smiling. "No, we're not like werewolves, though I have met some before. Very nice people." He noticed his mother's glare, and bit his tongue. "Mother, could you leave Rillia and I alone for a bit please? I think she deserves an explanation, and a choice." Vella's eyes flashed, and she nodded. "But I am sending your sister up to speak with you both in a little while." She stalked out of the room, off to find her daughter. Lem watched her leave, and sighed. "I'm going to catch it later, for bringing you here. But I just couldn't... not when I saw your eyes. I'm sorry if I frightened you, but you really shouldn't be taking back alleys to get home." He grinned ruefully at her, and wrapped his arms around his legs, which he folded against his chest. "So, what do you want to know?"
Rillia stared at Lem for a moment, and noticed, for the first time, a tail curled around his left leg. "W-Werecats? How? Are you immortal?" She paused, and remembered something. "And what was that choice you told your mother about?"
Lem smiled at her barrage of questions. "Werecats are like werewolves in that we change from human to cat. There, the likeness stops. We can change whenever we want, and the few vampires I've met, didn't have any problems with me. I'm not immortal, but do have a longer life. And I was born this way." He stopped, unsure how to properly phrase her choice. "Since you know about us, Vella is going to give you the choice of a quick, painless death, or becoming one of us." He stared at the floor, unsure of her reaction and sad that he had forced such a choice on the poor girl.
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