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Babar vs the hunter and westboro baptist church 2Now all of Celesteville was in a total panic! The hunter who they thought had perished years ago was alive and was out to revoke their protection rights so that he could hunt them all again! And the biggest non-conservatve hate group on earth and the second biggest (and most misognist) were on his side!
Naturally, all the citizens were swarming the palace asking Babar about what they were going to do. He had no idea so he eventually had the barricade the palace doors tight.
“Oh Celeste...” Babar said miserably. “I’m...I just have no idea what to do!”
“There there BAbar.” Celeste said kindly. “You’ve just been under so much stress.”
“I’m the king.” Babar said. “Everyone turns to ME for guidance...”
“We turned to you for guidance before you were king.” Celeste pointed out. “Do you remember when we were children and the hunter was after us? We probably all would have been dead if yo
Babar vs the hunter and westboro baptist church 1What happens when the 80s televisions most beloved elephant meets his not-quite dead old enemy and the world's biggest (and most infamous) non-conservative hate group? Hillarity!
“May I come out now Caleste?” King Babar called from inside his room.
“Not yet Babar.” Caleste replied.
“I don’t see why I’ve got to stay in here.” Babar said. “I mean who could possibly be coming that would require me to wait in here until they show up?”
“It’s a surprise.” Caleste replied.
Babar was confused. As the king of Calesteville, and the one who had saved his herd from the hunter  and introduced them to civilization, he deserved info on these matters.
All of a sudden, Babar's two trusted advisors, Cornelius and Pompadour showed up.
"I say Caleste, how is our king doing?" he asked.
"He's wondering why he has to stay in his room until the guest shows up." Caleste replied. "By the way, any news from madame?"
"She called an
The snow white TG of David MurphyThe true story of Snow White
Prince Charming wasn't a prince to start with. He was an accident caused by two young lovers. Not wanting to be accused of adultery, the abandoned him in the woods near a cave of wolves hoping not to be charged with adultery. Luckily, a kindly enchantress named Mildred rescued the boy and brainwashed the kingdom into thinking he was the prince. For a while, things were fine...till he got hmself in a screw up.
"you told your cousin Frederick what?!" Mildred gasped.
"I was embarssed okay." Charming said. "you know that bedtime story you made up for me...the one about the princess who eats the poisoned apple?"
"Snow White?" Mildred asked.
"Yeah.." he said. "I..kind of told him that she was my wife and I was the one who saved her from the eternal sleep. I thought he'd like me more. But now he's coming to see me tomorrow, and he's bringing the Grimm Brothers with him to do an interview! I'll be disgraced for sure if they find out I lied!"
"I can't keep using my
I'll be away because of #NaNoWriMo!Hello everyone!
After some days being sick, I'm finally feeling a little better, so I just thought I had to tell you about this.
In case you like writing, I guess you already know NaNoWriMo. If not, let me tell you about it :aww: NaNoWriMo stands for National Novel Writing Month and I think it's mainly an American thing, but you know, it's not actually national anymore :XD: I've been taking part in it since 2012 and it's helped me to write and finish two of my novels, so I just cannot stop taking part in it again =P
Mainly, what NaNoWriMo intends is to help writers, to encourage them to write a novel during November. A short novel - 50k words - but a novel in the end. It's like a challenge, but it can help writers to focus on their work and just write, write, write - reviews will come later, but first, you have to write.
I don't know if I'm making myself clear, so I'll leave you here NaNoWriMo's website in case you wanna check out ;)
So yeah
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Uncovered - Part One: The Change - S1 ELISIRENS ECHOED THROUGH the city. Sixteen-year-old Eli raced down the street towards a building. He climbed up the stone staircase towards the glass doors. The doors slid open as Eli rushed towards them. He had to reach the bottom floor in time. He was the last one.
    Eli clenched his fingers around a small transparent screen in the palm of his hand. A message was opened on the screen. Eli had no time to close the message. He heard a computerized voice repeat the message in his ears, "It happened."
    He raced through the building, passing statues of familiar faces. He knew almost every one of their names. He had no time to spare.
    Eli raced towards a door in the back of the room. He held the screen in his hand up to a scanner next to the door. His heart pound in his chest. He heard the sirens growing louder outside the building. They were getting closer.
    The door at the back of the building opened. Eli ran through the
I Never Knew YouAlthough you created me
I never knew you
Although as a babe I was displayed in your arms oh so proudly
I never knew you
Although I carry the name that you gave
I never knew you
Although your face and mine, are exactly the same
I never knew you
Although my presence you briefly graced
I never knew you
Although as a child, once - maybe twice - I felt your stranger’s embrace
I never knew you
Although as a teen my life became suffocating
I never knew you
Although I grew weary of constantly fighting
I never knew you
Although as an adult - for a short while - I lost my way
I never knew you
Although the debt was steep that I had to pay
I never knew you
Although as a woman I conquered my fate
I never knew you
Although people say it’s never too late
I never knew you
Although you left this world old and weak
I never knew you
Although a great loss to many was your legacy
I never knew you
© 2015 Venice Gilmore
Born To DieI was born ready to die
I don’t know why
Life has never intrigued me
I’ve always wanted to be somewhere else
In the clouds, far above the atmosphere
I don’t care
Death has never held fear in me
Only peace; sweet, lovely peace
I’ve never feared the deep, dark grave
Maybe because the other side of darkness is so fascinating
Golden streets and a big buffet
Or so I’m told
Treasures far beyond what the eyes can behold
I’d give my last breath to see it all  
I came into this world ready to go
And until I do, my spirit will find no peace or rest
Living is a burden, but death is a dream
A long life is wasted on me
Oh but dying is what I was born to do
Or so it seems
(C) 2013 Venice Gilmore
 
AwakenThere were days I doubted I’d make it through the storm
And each trickle of shame, each moment of pain, each year the same, oh how I mourned
But, just like the blind, I groped alone empty walls, hoping to find a light
While in the dark, my weary heart cried out to give up the fight
There were days when the battles raged so deep inside
That I made a deal with the devil to be my guide
But the emptiness of his wisdom only lead me astray
And the sacrifice of his prize was too high a price to pay
There were days I feared my soul would be consumed by the fires
And my wretched tears would conquer my desires
To escape such clinching woes
Of dismal, dark shadows
There were days when doubt left my heart in such bitter defeat
That among the strong, I stood so very weak
And the hollow winter of despair left me so cold
That I could no longer stand on my own
But then one day, one Summer's grace, everything changed
And from darkness to light, my freedom was proclaimed
From a heavenly mercy that
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Raven West (The Daughter of Satan) Chapter 1.1Music drifted up the staircase from the party down below. The bathroom door had been left opened a crack. Raven sat on the other side of the bathroom door. She wore a black leather jacket with a dark blue tank top on underneath. She had on a pair of black skinny jeans on. The jeans hugged her hips. Her black hair drifted down to her shoulders.
     She leaned her head back as she tried to forget. She stared up at the ceiling with her dark brown eyes. Her eyes shimmered a bright blue as Raven drifted into her memory.
     Raven stood at the ending of a hallway. She knelt to her knees, waiting for her parents to come home. She clenched on the railing next to the staircase as she heard footsteps coming up the front steps.
     Her dad opened the front door. He was in his early thirties with a smile on his face. He had light blue eyes and short blond hair.
     Raven remembered what he was wearing. His old denim jacket with a hole
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OverSight Kid (An OverSight Series) - C1 - S?Rex
Date: December 30, 2123
Location: Hobbs, Western Colonies
Sitting on the edge of the rooftop, he wondered if the twenty-story drop to the asphalt down below would even hurt. A soft sigh drifted over his lips from his mouth. It left warm, like a hot cup of cocoa on a winter day. He missed those kinds of days when he could feel the cold breeze as it brushed across his face.
    Placing his nose on his arm, his grey eyes glowed from the street lights below him. His ears were numb with silence as the world around him felt distant, like strangers passing each other on the sidewalk. A deafening kind of silence that made everyone around him seem to vanish.
    His eyes closed softly, for a moment he saw what he wanted to see. A world at peace with his parents smiling faces. His dad was standing in the doorway of his family's apartment, with his hand around his mother's
The Calling - A Flash Fiction PieceSilence crept through the ballroom, with a slight breeze creeping past the wooden doors. The dim lights sparked on, making the soft walls glimmer. Her footsteps echoed through the room.
    A smile shimmered across her face. She glanced down at the silver high heels on her feet, with straps spiraling up her legs. Her fingertips touched the edge of her silver dress. She took a step forward.
    The room lit up as her imagination took control. She pictured her family and friends walking around the room with their eyes glued on her. The prettiest girl in the room.
    Standing in the middle of the room, her eyes caught a glimpse of what she wanted. Her fingers rose from her sides. She placed her hands above the top of her head.
    The diamond covered chandelier above her head shimmered with light, radiating through the room. She dreamed of the moment before her.
    Lowering her hand gracefully down from her
Non-Humans: Surge - C1 The Storm Surge - S1Water roared down the glass windows towards the cement on the street down below. The sound of dripping water pouring echoed down the street. Umbrellas kept the water off of the people as they walked home from a full day of work.
    The numbing feeling raced through the body of a seven-year-old. Rain dripped down over the dirty ripped clothing of the boy. The body of the seven-year-old boy looked beaten with his face badly bruised from the fight he had moments ago. His eyes opened slightly.
    Blood slithering down over his head, dripping to the pavement beside his face. The sound of a fist hitting the wall echoed around the alleyway. Rain drowned out the sound, from reaching any of the people with umbrellas ears.
    Gurgling from the man, who was banging on the wall with his fist, charmed in the boy's ears. He smiled for a second. The sound was soothing to the child, like a mother telling a story before bed.
    A simple mo
Uncovered - Part One: The Change - S5 ELIA COMPUTERIZED voice charmed in his ears, “Yes, Zoe is alive.”
    Eli placed his hands up to his chest. He felt his heart racing in his chest. He was excited to hear the good news. Eli could not believe she was still alive.
    “Alright,” Eli glanced over his shoulder.
    He raised his fist up into the air. He was glad he would be able to see one familiar face after all the time. Eli wondered if she lived close by.
    The girl in the room asked, “Why would she come here?”
    She glanced over at the boy, who let out a soft sigh, “For him.”
    Eli knew the boy was right. He thought for a moment as he remembered he never asked their names. He took a deep breath in to calm his nerves.
    “So” Eli smiled, “what're your names?”
    “Um, well.” The boy looked stunned, “Um so.
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Non-Humans: Surge - C1 The Storm - S2In the darkness of the night, the boy stood on a balcony. His eyes skimmed at the dark night sky, over the rooftops of the surrounding buildings. Searching for an easy way out, just encase he needed to build away from the woman.
    The boy glimpsed at the rooftop of the building next to the side of the apartment. He guessed that he could make do with jumping off of the balcony if he absolutely needed to.
    A smile went across his face. He heard the woman's voice coming from inside the apartment. She stood behind the kitchen island with a cellphone up to her ear. The boy listened closely to the man on the other side of the phone line. He spoke about how long the boy would be staying with the woman.
    The woman smiled nervously, unsure if what she heard was real. She took a deep breath in as the realization hit her.
    Her head turned slightly towards the boy. Her hand moved her cellphone away from her face. The woman saw
Uncovered - Part One: The Change - S3 FINNA HOLLOW SOUND echoed through the building. Finn looked around the room of the statues at the buildings. He took a step through the main doors.
    Statues stood tall in front of Finn. He took a step toward the first statue he saw. The statue in the far back. He glanced over his shoulder to see Danny. She was standing in the doorway. Her eyes were glued on a structure standing in the distance.
    The structure looked like a long needle reached toward the sky. The top of the structure must have fallen down years ago. He saw half of a cylinder still standing on the peak of the tower. He remembered the woman talking about the building. Finn searched around in his head for the name of the structure. He found the name of the structure.
    Finn said, “The CN Tower.”
    Danny looked down at her feet. Finn saw the same look on her face. The same look the goddess held on her face, every time someone asked her about what
Life Tanka Life explodes in green
From buds and blossoms growing
Out of tiny seeds
Taking over where death was
And shaming barren gardens.
Time FliesTime flies anytime
You need the time
To finish on time.
But when it stops
That's around the time
You watch the clock
To leave on time
Get home on time
Sleep on time
Wake up on time
Everytime
So you can do it all over again.
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Locked Up - a Flash Fiction piecePouring down over her hair, she felt her anxiety circling the drain. Her hand rustled her hair, dripping soak from the faucet above her head. Pain from the water sizzled over her flesh.
    She felt her eyes closing as the mist around her coated her in a shield. The drawing sound of the water dripping down her back, charmed in her frightened ears. She opened her eyes with caution.
    Tiled walls around her sang for her touch. Reaching her hand towards the cold damp marble, she felt her anxiety building once more.
    Deep inside her body, the warmth of the shield of mist covered her. She narrowed her light hazel eyes at the tile on the wall. Her fingertip touched the wall.
    Pieces of the tiles dripped down with the mist. Her hand reached back towards her dark brown mess on the top of her head. She brushed her hand through the beautiful mess, untangling it with each stroke.
    Breaking around her, the tiled
How I End UpI have such a hard time saying no.
And that's how I end up
As a safety deposit box
For other people's secrets,
But left out because I didn't
Spend adolescence spent and wasted,
Though I still hate myself for the
Places I have been.
I have such a hard time saying no.
And that's how I end up
In hole-in-the-wall coffee shops
Listening to the two of you
Talking about your escapades
To and with each other
Because you've forgotten
That I'm here.
I have such a hard time saying no.
And that's how I end up
Too drunk on adrenaline
To stop or stop and think,
And getting shoved farther out
And being dragged farther down
In the surf
Than I wanted to go.
I have such a hard time saying no.
And that's how I end.
Staring is RudeToday I found a photo
Of us.
Of you and me.
(I found a photo that we're both in.)
I always hated that picture
Because quite frankly,
Neither of us looked
At the camera
Or that good individually
(Or together.)
I had stupid lines
From an uneven tan
That I got
In an ugly swim suit.
(I've sworn off tanning since.)
You had a stupid smirk
Because you were intent on
Being sad all the time,
But I make people feel better.
(So you couldn't help it.)
Your dad's unfashionable tie
Was trying to match
My cheap prom dress
But failing miserably,
(And his suit was swallowing you.)
I couldn't help but stare
At the train wreck we documented,
So representational of how we were,
That you somehow loved.
(Until we broke up and you sent it back.)
I can't afford
Wasting time like that,
So I made myself
Shred that horrible keepsake.
(Only now, I'm staring at the shredder.)
CoastalOur voices float across the airwaves
And sing each other out to sea,
As we are pulled along by riptides;
By ocean-current sleep.
I will whisper you a lullaby
As you sink down among; surrender
To the swirling tide of sheets.
As words begin to fail you,
(Though you insist you are awake,)
There is so much that you should know,
Your consciousness slips away,
But there are still words I’m scared to say.
What if you somehow remembered all
Those secrets I could speak?
Maybe I’ll tell you when I’m older
And not so much afraid.
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Non-Humans: Surge - C1 The Storm - S3In the morning, the woman walked down a white-walled hallway. Glass windows shimmered over her head. Pools of light illuminated the hallway from the glass windows above.
    The woman wore a black dress shirt, with a tight black dress that hugged around her hips. An upgrade from the outfit she wore the night before. One that made her seem inferior in every way.
    Her hand lifted up from her side. She held her hand up ask her eyes glistened at her stunning reflection in the glass door.
    A computer screen appeared in front of her face. Scanning her eyes within minutes. A simple clicking sound, told the woman when the computer was done.
    She touched her hand on the door, pushing the door opened enough for her to fit. The woman walked up to a glass table. Passing the rest of the leg within second.
    Her orders were clear to her. Get the vaccination created and ready by the masses before the day was over.
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Uncovered (Book One in the Last Resort Series)
Description
They lived in a time, where technology was used in everyday life when people could fly, and heroes were born. Then one group’s actions took this world from them.
The heroes hid to live again. People were split from their families. The land was fought over. Cities became ruins of the remind that the world was once peaceful.
A new age has begun. The world they knew is now unrecognizable. The ones they adored are left in the past. But the past, won't stay where it belongs.
PART ONE The Change
ELI
Sirens echoed through the city. Sixteen-year-old Eli raced down the street towards a building. He climbed up the stone staircase towards the glass doors. The doors slid open as Eli rushed towards them. He had to reach the bottom floor in time. He was the last one.
     Eli clenched his fingers around a small transparent screen in the palm of his hand. A message was opened on the screen. Eli had no time to close the message. He hear
Fountain PensI feel empty and depleted.
I am drained and so defeated.
I have nothing left.
It seems my heart wasn't enough.
Days are years with little sleeping
You say my character is steeping.
I have bled to fill
Your fountain pens. Dissect me again.
I'm burning out.
Back away.
I need space.
I need oxygen.
If you want the truth
Then start listening,
Because I can't scream much louder.
You have asked too much
And I'm drying up.
I'm reduced to embers.
But if you would just leave
Me room to breathe,
Then maybe I could recover.
I'm burning out.
Back away.
I need space.
I need oxygen.
If you want the truth
Then start listening,
Because I can't scream much louder.
You have held me down,
But I'm gaining ground.
You can't hold on forever.
I know you have your doubts,
But if you'd hear me out,
We could fight this war together.
I'm burning out.
Back away.
I need space.
I need oxygen.
If you want the truth
Then start listening,
Because I can't scream much louder.
And I Would Sleep on the GroundI would pass up a castle made of gold
For a mansion of cardboard
As long you were there.
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What do you Need to Know?
Knowing what it is that you’re trying to research seems sort of obvious, but there are times when you won’t have the first clue about what you’re looking for. These are mostly situations when you already have your story plotted out, and now you need fact to work around your outline.
The situation: A group of police characters is out in the sprawling farmlands of the West Country in the middle of the night. After a brief struggle, one of them is shot. The character that has done the shooting and his accomplice flee. The remaining uninjured character dials
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Writing Tips - Grammar, pt 3
Part three: Cases and Grammar Nazi Nit-Picks
Cases
Cases are, in a sort, ways of conjugating a noun – that is, defining its role in a sentence. Kind of. Not really. Well, sort of. It’s a bit swimmy, because we don’t really have them in the English language. Well, that’s a lie. We do, but they’re not very prominent. Despite this, we’re going over them anyway. Why? Because they’re big in some foreign languages and extinct languages. Why do we care? Because there will be a lesson on foreign and extinct languages in the future. But don’t worry; we will cross that bridge when we come to it. Those who couldn’t give a pair of fetid dingo’s kidneys about adding foreign languages into their stories can feel free to scroll down the page to the next bit, which is a good one, and talks about Grammar Nazis.
Nominative: Sometimes known as “subjective,” because it indicates the subject.
° I am tired.
° He
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Writing Tips - Language
Accents, Foreign Languages, and Regional Dialects
There are times when your story may have one or more character speaking a different language, or with a different accent than the rest. There are many different ways a writer can go about presenting this to the reader, and before we go any further, I will concede that some of it is a matter of personal taste, and on this particular matter, you won’t be able to please everybody. So, consider this bit not so much a lesson, but rather a series of guidelines.
Accents
Everyone has one. Even if you think that you don’t, there’s someone, somewhere in the world who would disagree with you. Some people may have a very faint trace of an accent, whereas with others, you can hardly make out what they’re trying to tell you. But how should you translate these simple speech patterns to text? Well, that depends, really.
Since I’ve been listening to the audio books lately, and it’s the best example I can come up with, let
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Writing Tips - Getting Started
You want to write a story. Great! But the problem is that you're stuck before you've ever even managed to get the first word down on the page. You're just being taunted by the white page (or screen, as the case may be) in front of you.
If you haven't already, you may want to look into getting your thoughts organised. Figure out what you're going to write about, before trying to write anything. This may mean anything from making a few notes on a page to writing down every single thing that pops into your head, whether or not it's immediately relevant (my preferred method). With a more general (or even a very concrete) idea of where your story is going to go, the words should hopefully come a little more easily.
If that fails to work, try putting on some music. I tend to find that just putting on any old music will actually be counter-productive. Instead, t
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