tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32441461801303128832011-07-07T23:53:58.053-07:00Hiya :) I'm 12, and in Grade 6. I write stories, and I post almost all of them on my blog. Read them and comment. Seriously :)Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00197681557815459631noreply@blogger.comBlogger241100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3244146180130312883.post-25936139609116073342009-04-22T20:21:00.001-07:002009-06-07T16:06:06.640-07:00

“What’s sad, you ask, what makes me cry? I would tell you, friend, if only you would listen; I would show you, pal, if only you wouldn’t laugh. I would pound it into your head, if only you would care. But maybe the time to tell the truth is here. What makes me sad, friend, well here it is. Sadness comes in many forms, and I suppose that these are mine: Time, passing; Things, changing; Lives,

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I'm seriously thinking about continuing my Model story... I'm really busy with other things right now, and I haven't written a single word on it, but I probably will continue it soon. It isn't really my type of story, though.Or maybe I should continue my RIP Kitty story. I wrote that a long time ago, and now when I look back at it, it isn't really that good. I probably won't finish it, and I'll

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Regina straightened her extra short purple plaid skirt and ran her fingers through her long brown hair. Making sure that her stylish red beret was properly positioned so that it slightly covered her right eye; she boldly stuck one fashionable purple wedge in front of the other and strode out onto the glistening walk-way. Tilting her chin upward, Regina cat-walked towards the end of the path and

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Name: Rachel ShangReal First Name: Shhh... [Danni]Age: 12 going on 18Grade: 6Schools attended: Red Apple Primary School; PS.49 Dorothy Bonawit Cole Public School; Lynnwood Heights [attending], UTS University of Toronto Schools [attending September 2009].Where I live: TorontoWhere I used to live: NYCFavorite Color: BluePets: Goldie [Hamster], Prince [Rabbit], Lucky [Rabbit].Favorite Fruit:

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The story about Dore was actually one of my school projects that I recently finished, and I thought I should just upload it. It's not that good, though... I did it in a rush.

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The World of Dore By: RachelOver fifty centuries ago, it is said that life became unsustainable on Earth. It was the year 8975323887092. People were panicking. The end was very near. Great scientists and all the worlds leaders got together to try and figure out a way to save the inhabitants of our Earth, but to no avail. There was nothing they could

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Hmmm... I just realized that I haven't posted anything in a LONNNNNG time... maybe I'll write something soon. I'll upload some of my stories from my laptop. Stay tuned! :)

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This is a story dedicated to a very special kitten friend of mine. I will remember her forever, even though she is now somewhere else... somewhere far away from this earth.Here's to hoping she is happy... say hi to Precious for me...My two kitty friends in heaven...-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Sweet and Small AngelSamantha brushed her

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Once upon a time there lived a little girl in a little cabin in the middle of a big forest. The little girl's name was Kayetta and she lived with her poor widow mother. She was tall and thin, with long brown hair up to her waist, big brown eyes, and light peach skin. Everyday her mother would leave to go to work, and Kayetta would stay home all by herself. One day after her mother left, Kayetta

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[pg 1] [you choose the plot stories...]It's time for summer vacation, and you are visiting your grandma in her big old mansion for a week. When you arrive at your grandma's house, your parents give you a goodbye hug and you walk up to the front door with your grandma. As you tug the door open, it gives a protesting squeak and creaks open. Inside you see a bunch of antiqued furniture. looking back

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Sasha could have hawled somemore when she saw where she was. It was the darkest, smallest house in all the others. The salls were lined with pictures of police and one word beneath it. Sasha couldn't read it, but she could spell it. B-e-w-a-r-e. Beware of police? Thought Sasha. Why? Sasha had seen police before, when she was a puppy. They seemed nice to her. Her favouite had gave her a treat.

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Howling miserable in the cold snow, a beagle sat staring at the warmth of the houses surrounding her. I better start going, thought Sasha, the dog. Getting up, Sasha was about to leave, when she heard the crunch of footsteps and smelled human scent coming towards her. Waiting a couple of minutes, Sasha stood again. I guess they didn't see me. I better go. Taking a couple steps at a time,Sasha

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[I know its not winter, yet, but I think that this is a good poem thats worth hearing]-DanniWinter, Winter,coming near,Snow is in the air.Dew drops floatingto the ground,chilling winds arrive.winter, winter,just around the corner....then........POP!!!you're here.

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Lily was at home at last. With her new owner, Mrs. Teanise, Lily was as happy as ever, and the best part was that she had found both her brothers!!! They had somehow survived the Sabertons fire, and were happily living with Mrs. Teanise and Lily. That is what I call a happy ending!!!!

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Lily walked away from the place her mother had been with a heavy heart. Just as she was about to burst into tears, another shot sounded, and she fell to ground. Five minutes later, Lily opened her eyes again. She could hear footsteps coming closer and closer... then she fainted dead away.Lily woke up and stared right into the face of a old woman. '' Oh, thank god you're okay. I was so worried...

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Lily woke up to see the shadow of her mother coming closer and closer. Oh, good! thought Lily. Shes coming home! Lily sat patiently, watching Tessie. Suddenly, a noise as loud as thunder rang out. Tessie fell to the ground, and Lily gasped. A huge man stepped out from behind a tree and grabbed Tessie around the neck. The Man had a shotgun still smoking in his hands. Lily wondered what was going

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Tessie began to tell the story of why she had left Lily all alone in the woods for so long :" I knew of a dump where we could get lots of food, so I went to get us some dinner, but half-way there, I got caught by some men in a big blue truck. They were dog catchers, and I want you to watch out for them, okay? They're very close by. They brought me and some other dogs to a room with lots of cages.

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Lily was near death, not being able to move herself. She had fallen into a ditch, river and trap the past two days, plus hadn't eaten a bite. Lily was desperate. Just as she was about to faint, a brown and white colored dog ran over to her, sniffing at her and barking excitedly. Lily couldn't see clearly, but she knew right away who it was. It was Tessie!!! Lily opened her mouth to bark, but she

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Lily ducked behind a tree branch and watched as the two wolves backed Penquilla down. The fight had been going on for about 30 minutes already, and it wasn't going well for Penquilla. Penquilla suddenly jumped up and attacked one of the wolves. She grabbed him by the neck and wrestled him up the mountain, then she pushed him down with a mighty growl, and leaped up, howling fiercely. The other

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Lily was now a member of the wolf pack, but if she had known what dangers they would have to face, she would have said no. Penquilla and her pack led Lily through the forest, around towns, through more forests, and finally to the bottom of a snowy mountain. The journey had taken three days, and the whole pack were grumpy with hunger. The worst was Lily. She had fainted ten times already, and

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Lily woke up with a start. She thought she had heard a wolf howling. Lily sat up and looked around her." WHERE AM I? " she cried out in alarm. Lily was in a dark forest filled with wild animals. Lily was no longer in Samoyed mansion. She felt lost and lonely and wondered what to do next. Lily sat there thinking for almost an hour when she suddenly realized that Samoyed mansion had to have been a

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Alone in Samoyed mansion, Lily searched every room she could find. Every Samoyed she metstared at her. On the top floor, a large Samoyed was guarding the door. He grinned, and said, ''your mother is a collie, right? '' "Yes, " answered Lily. The Samoyed opened the door. A elegant and old Samoyed stepped out. She smiled down at Lily. " You will find a surprise inside. " The Samoyed's stepped aside

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Sitting silently in the snow, Lily wondered what to do. Before she knew it, she was fast asleep._________________________________________________Opening her eyes, Lily stared into the darkness of a wooden hut filled with dirt, fur, rocks and other dogs.She wondered how she got there. A broken rocking chair lay in a dark corner. Big, scary dogs looked down at Lily,growling. Lily shuddered, then

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It was cold in the Saberton's barn. Tessie, a collie, was giving birth to puppies. That night was the coldest that winter in Bennettsville. Tessie's puppies, two males and one female, were named Flash, Spike and Lily. The Saberton's had decided to sell the puppies for money, because they were very poor. A month later, the day before the puppies were to be sold, a big fire burned down the

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