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** Little Red Riding Hood is always told the same way time after time. It's time to hear this story from another characters point of view. The story of fairy tales may be completely different than what you are told. Try thinking of everything from someone else's perspective for once, and see how much that story will change.**

"Here I am again, all alone in these stupid woods," I thought this to myself the whole walk down to the forest. Besides the wolves and birds, these woods were scarcely populated, so it was quite boring here all alone. It was always the same old thing, day after day of...
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Surviver of The Thing prequel that is till the end that was the beginning of The Thing 1984
Surviver of The Thing prequel that is till the end that was the beginning of The Thing 1984
How to survive a horror movie apocalypse. by L.R.Talbot
This is a list of things to keep in mind in order to survive a horror movie. Note most of these can be used in a daily life as well.
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1.If there's someone at the door never say whose there
2.never put your back against a door. You never know if someone has enough strength to put a knife through the door plus there's the mail slot to consider.
3.Try to be as quiet as possible especially if they(your attacker or possible attacker) are near by
4.Find a weapon as soon as possible. In my opinion preferably something that could...
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posted by Insight357
    I was lying in my bed. Waiting for my being discharged. I was finally going home today, after four long years.
    The room I had been staying in was white. The walls, bed sheets, equipment; everything. Except the big, brown door that lead into the hallway. I had mostly stayed in my room the past years. I’m a bit antisocial. I never was really interested in interacting with the other patients.
    I stood from the bed, and walked around the room. Looking at all the things I’d come to know here. I wouldn’t miss it.
    I...
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posted by FIALMOIVLEY
The sound of the breaking glass stopped me from taking another step. I starred into the darkness ahead of me, this wasn’t where I wanted to be. I wanted to be with my mother. Mother. Why did I have to think of my mother? I tried not to think of the day…
But the memories of the dread filled night filled her head. I remember it as if it was yesterday.

There was banging on the front door. A manly voice yelling to let him in.
“KIDS! Go hide! Eric, take care of your sister, Clare! Hide and don’t come out!” my mother yelled to us.
“But where are you going to go?” Eric asked my mom.
“Don’t...
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posted by shomill
He has fire 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 fire in his eyes.

They sparkle when he smiles,
Crackling fire 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 love we share.

He has fire in his...
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On the bus, I had to sit next to Natalie. Natalie was a little too friendly... especially towards me. When nobody was looking she mind controlled me and made me kiss her. "Focus Natalie!" Chantal always said when Natalie started to flirt. Natalie scowled at Chantal then said, "You're no fun Chantal." Chantal responded by saying, "Damn right I am! Please stop flirting with him." Natalie smiled then said, "Why? Do you like him?" Chantal glared at Natalie then said, "Not in the way that you do." Natalie smiled for the second time and said, "Then why can't I have him?" Chantal responded. "Because...
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Disclaimer: *I am on Season 3 Episode 16 and I have not read the books*

I'm going to hope you've read my other article "How I Feel About Stefan, Elena and Damon" so that I can skip the detailed introduction. I have become so aggravated by the messy love 'V' going on between the three main characters on The Vampire Diaries. So much so I've decided to write (vent) about it. Obviously the best thing to happen would be the three of them getting over each other and moving on with their lives but we all know that's not going to happen. For argument's sake, I'm going to discuss who I think should be...
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posted by BennieBear27
Protako
Prologue

There were at least 100 other children, including my brother, in the room. I saw two girls with light brown hair and green eyes stood a few feet away. One of them was clinging onto the other's arm.

"Jacob," I tugged my twin brothers arm. "Let's go say hi to those girls!" I pointed to them.

He nodded. We walked over to the girls.

"Hi!" Jacob said to them. "I'm Jacob! This is my brother, Milo." I smile.

"Hi! I'm Luna." The girl in my right said. Her shirt was blue, whereas her sisters was red.

"I'm Kyla..." The girl who was clinging to Luna said quietly. She didn't meet our eyes...
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posted by amoremusic
My type of emotions conveys
onto how i'm really feeling inside,
my thoughts mainly consist on the
back-ground of my poetry.

As my addictive persona
starts to silhouette every-
word that i've written out
the nature of my emotions
starts to unravel at every-
line,

My Poetry has a piece
of imagination within it-
self, the artwork of
each line has it's own
significant meaning.

Where the beauty is
that's where the poetry
lives, it lives within my soul,
as i carry each and every-line
with care, i start to share a
piece of me inside every-
lyrical line that i compose.
CHAPTER FIVE:
The rest of the school day passes by uneventfully. I learn nothing about Pike’s location. I only see Harold once more throughout the day, in Chemistry class. I still can’t explain my fascination with him. At lunch I tell Danny how I’ve befriended Harold, and this seems to please him, for it seems Harold is also a friend of his. “He’s unbelievably modest. That guy’s a true genius. All the teachers can’t believe how smart he is. He even was allowed to skip the senior year.” He says. “Why didn’t he do it?” I ask curiously. “Because he doesn’t have…” Danny...
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Dragon Crew
Long ago, In a land faraway....that's how a Disney movie would tell this, trust me, me and my friends tried to add this as our first couple of words, but it didn't seem...right. This story doesn't start 'Long Ago, in a land Far away'. It more so starts like this, 'Not that long ago, in Dragon land'. That didn't seem that could either. 'Once upon a time' never worked that much either.
So I would love to let you know, we did not come up with the 'once upon a time' theme. Not. My. Fault.
But we did decide to do a mini epilogue about how we became like this, although this starts off with...
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posted by ZekiYuro
8AM - November 3
The naughty sunlights went through the small window and make that sleepy angel wake up.Yurin closed her eyes tight,groped around the bed.
-Kai,why don't you close the window
But there were no hands to close it,and no one was lying besides Yurin too.She got up tiredly,opened closing eyes and put her foot into the cotton sandals.She went to the restroom.
"They are just the sunlights,I don't need him.Anyhow I must get up"
After brushing teeth and washing face,Yurin went downstairs,decided to eat breakfast.Opening the refrigerator-it was empty,opening the other cupboards-empty too......
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"Aw, it's pretty close." Tyler McCarthy and Shawn Detham were standing side by side. Both held a gun in a head, but Shawn also held a machete. My hand flew up to my mouth to try to hold back a scream as I realized that the blade was dripping with blood. What if it was a friend of my or Nick's, what if it was a teacher? I buried my face in Nick's back trying hard not to picture it.

"Tyler . . . Shawn, what the hell are you guys doing." Both of them had grown up with Nick; they use to play together in there neighborhood. They had, at one point, all been inseparable, but high school hit and like...
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Hi fans of Writing! I bet we all experienced Writer's Block before, heck, all writers must have. It's frustrating isn't it? So I devised 5 steps to get rid of it and get rid of it fast. If it doesn't work, devise your own plan, but here's mine.
P.S. If you don't know what Writer's Block is or if you haven't experienced it yet, I'm not giving an explanation so find out what it's like first!

Step 1: Don't Panic
-Panicking or fussing over your running out of inspiration will just make things worse and definitly lead straight to mind blank mode. So just relax and do something else other than writing....
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posted by samuraibond005
Yaouta lived on a farm in Missouri, he had only recently graduated high school, had a pilot's license, and even a couple of airplanes used in war. He had an old A6M zero that belonged to his rich father, grandfather, and his great grandfather before him. His father was assassinated by a rival corporation (His father owned a wealthy publishing corporation) and the corporation decided to target his family afterward. 5 black cars pulled up in his front yard, though the yard was big enough to hold just about 10 times as much. Yaouta's younger brother, who was 15 at the time, walked out to greet...
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posted by nick_cross
The Exiled
Story setting:
Era: future
Character setting: witch and wizards, vampires, werewolves, phoenix man, humans
Setting: earth, United States
World setting: future, world war??, nations combine to make 3 empires: wizard empire, empire of man, world empire.
PROLOGUE:
For centuries we lived harmoniously; we had two different worlds. Two very different worlds. Their world was lived freely and without secrecy. In our world, that’s what it was all about, secrecy. Don’t make too much noise, don’t seem so noticeable, and most important, under no circumstances, don’t ever get caught. For a while...
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posted by coolie
The Haunted Playground
    Why couldn’t I come here? Mom wouldn’t explain why. I came here everyday! It seemed like Mom was hiding something from me. I was so mad, that as I walked away, her words seemed to blur and fade out as if they were never said in the first place. I ignored her, that’s why I was here in the playground.
    I loved this playground. Although it seems rusty and old, it was a well working playground. A large brick fence stood in the right, blocking what was any further. It was like a scarecrow telling you to stay back. I’ve always...
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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 previous 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 more caring.

Back at home, when she was actually...
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posted by Skitty_Love
"Mmm this tea is delicious. Many thanks Soul." Professor Rhinestone said charmingly. I quickly nodded. "Yes! Will we be starting training soon?" He looked up at me, is fuchsia colored bangs covering his shinning eyes. "Very well. We need to you to be top Taoloid, after all." He said, I showed him a little smile. "Yes!"

"Hyaaaaaaa!" I balanced the long bamboo pole on the tip of my index finger. "Aye, this is not gymnastics Soul, this is real. This is battle. Come at me." He held his pole in front of him in a dynamic position. "Uh...I.." His leery glare caught me. "Yes.. Hyaaaaaaaaaa!" I sprinted...
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posted by Skitty_Love
Celeste's POV:

Since a long time ago, 30 years to be exact, wizards and witches have been mortal enemies. The wars. The discrimination. It would not stop. Thankfully now, it has settled down. That doesn't mean the hatred has stopped, it just means we witches make sure we don't go anywhere near wizards.

"Wha-BAM!" I sent a powerful charge into my hand. A neon orange light fired at the object I held in my right hand. "Hahahaha! Perfect!" I cried. The sweet tea I had was now turned into a one of many healing potions. I sighed enlightened. "Another job well done, Celeste." I had to admit, I was a...
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