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Sunrise-A twilight fan fictionHello readers! This is my fan fiction of the twilight saga! I hope you enjoy it! Please tell me if you have any better ideas for the title other than Sunrise! By the way, this is being told from the eyes of Alice, each chapter is told from the veiw of a different character! ENJOY --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Again I glanced over at Edward and was unsurprised to see he was still playing with his little one. Renesme had her fathers eyes, but her mothers personality. It is so unlikely that she has this power to withstand the pull of human blood. It isSunrise-A twilight fan fiction


The J. Hartwood Ship Wreck The J. Hartwood ship wreck GraceThe J. Hartwood Ship Wreck
Today as I was cleaning out my attic for the first time in my new house in England, I came upon a few pages of the diary of Victoria Northenskill. The daughter of James and Rosette Northenskill one of the most respected Victorian era families in England. They met their death (Victoria, James, Rosette, Kennley, and two servants) while riding the J. Hartwood ship that was to


Once Lost, Never ForgottenEllie's Point Of ViewOnce Lost, Never Forgotten
I touched the picture of him and me together, I can't believe it's been, 87 years, I remember his word's " I'll wait for you in heaven. he must be waiting, So patient, that he was. I touched our engagement ring, He must be watching me, My Edward... The doctor's told me he was going to die, I fought it off. Until I, too was in a hospital bed my doctor, Carlisle told me we'd meet up someday. He's up in heaven while I'm in the opposite, my own personnel upside-down world. Yes, I'm a vampire, not that I'm thrilled. I got better he didn't, the day he died I got bett


RemembranceHe made me fear For both our livesRemembrance
He helped me love Where I saw lies
He made me feel Like I could try
He helped me laugh When I would cry
He made me see Through open eyes
He helped me say More than goodbye
He helped me breathe He made me free Without his love I have no life


Music Is...What is music? A little boy asked me that today. I bent down so that our faces were level And then I said to him with a smile, Why do you care? Out of so many people today Why do you care? He looked back at me His eyes too thoughtful for his age And he said right back to me, Because I want to make good music. I liked that answer, and I told him so. He was happy and he smiled. Take my hand, I said, and walk with me now And I will show you those things that proper music make. He put his small handMusic Is...
| I am many types of art. I am acting, singing and dancing art. I am photography and scetching art. I am writing and poetic art, I am A-R-T. |
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Things I know, but don't remember:
Cold water gives you brain freeze
I think I have a sense of humor
Cute guys are either taken, gay, fictional, or live far away
Don't be near flying objects, or touch pointy ones
For things to work they must be turned on
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life is simpler without hate.
but how would we know love if hate didn't excist?
how do we know any of this is real (life I mean)
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life is simpler without hate.
but how would we know love if hate didn't excist?
how do we know any of this is real (life I mean)
and the only gateway to reality is through our dreams.
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Great Grains, An unfinished sandwhich, WOOSH!
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life is simpler without hate.
but how would we know love if hate didn't excist?
how do we know any of this is real (life I mean)
and the only gateway to reality is through our dreams.
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