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    Ah yeah! As long as you're semi advanced. (5+ detailed sentences)

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    WHY STOPPED?

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    Okay well then jump in! c:

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    Alright! No rush c:

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    OH cx DUH


    [size=22pt]Grant . Michael . Charleston[/size]


    [justify][font=times new roman][color=white]The trip to the parlor seemed to stretch interminably due to the lack of conversation. Grant kept pace with Jamie, feeling the awkwardness in the air. This was rare for the two of them, and it bothered Grant that such a thing could happen. He wanted to start a conversation but wasn't sure how. He stared at his converse as they progressed slowly down the sidewalk. "Are you coming to the game on Friday?" He asked, making an attempt at casual conversing. Grant was referring to his game after school on Friday. It was a soccer game of course, the kid could be married to the sport. Uncertainly Grant looked at Jamie, a small smile spreading across his face.

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    [shadow=white,left]kayley. erin. patterson.[/shadow][fancypost borderwidth=0pt; font-size: 11px; font-family: times new roman; color: white; text-align: justify; width: 287px;]I stood there stunned for a moment, not expecting the words that he said. "Finny... I had no idea..." I stood there stupidly, but only for a moment. I put my hands around his waist and pulled him to me, kissing him softly. I pulled back and looked uncertainly into his eyes, afraid of what he would say or do. "I'm sorry." I whispered, kissing his nose. I never though of Finny as more than a friend, Todd either. But in that moment something clicked and things seemed to flip. I stared at him, wondering how I could've ended up in this colossal mess.

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: center; font-size: 9pt; font-family: georgia; text-shadow: 0pt 0pt 10pt black; color: #FFFFFF]" break the plans we had before, let's be unpredictable. "[/fancypost]
    [fancypost borderwidth=0pt; font-size: 11px; font-family: georgia; text-align: justify; width: 333px; color: white]After what seemed like an eternity, I could see Kat approaching the lunch room. She was a ways off but her pace was fast enough that it wouldn't be much longer. Michael and Joanna accompanied her which annoyed me since it would be hard to separate them. As they got closer I couldn't help but feel like a complete jerk. I had probably just crushed Kat, which in some odd twist also hurt me. I took a deep breath to settle my nerves and then proceeded to walk up to the group. I causally started walking with them, waiting for someone to speak up. I hoped that Katherine would take the hint and tell Michael and Joanna to leave, but I had the distinct feeling she wouldn't so I took the initiative and did so. "Hey, Michael and Joanna, would you two mind giving Kat and I a few minutes to talk about something?" I asked, my tone light.

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    [size=25pt][shadow=#85FFCE,left]Lucinda Rose Bartlett ;[/shadow][/size][fancypost borderwidth=0pt; font-size: 12px; font-family: times new roman; text-align: justify; width: 330px;][color=white]The man spoke in a sophisticated matter, making me feel slightly more embarrassed. I could feel the slight tinge of color rush to my cheeks, and as I spoke, I struggled to look the man in the eyes. "Uh- yes," I fought the urge to add sir in there, "My home is nearby. I'm Lucinda, and over there is Jack, my brother." I concluded, feeling like my way of speaking would be foreign to the man. Should I just be randomly conversing with a complete stranger? Most likely not, but something seemed different about the man. Something unexplainably celestial. As I pondered this Jack came next to me. His body posture was wary and guarded, I could tell he was afraid. In the most frightening of moments he would manage to output bravery, which at his age was surprising to most people. Jack gave a slight wave to the man, studying him intently.


    [color=#85FFCE]ooc;
    your writing is so beautiful and compelling! and the amount you write is quite something compared to me. don't worry about late replies, that's basically my middle name c;

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    Oh it's no lie! Also, don't worry about timing c:

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    Things settled down after the trickster incident and we were back to normal hunting, no demons or angels. Marshall still would barely look at me. Recently I've been doing jobs alone. I hope things will get better soon. We were driving in silence not even the radio made a noise. the only sound was the road beneath us. a sign indicated our arrival in a new town. I drove for a few minutes then pulled in at a diner in the heart of the town. Without saying a word I got out of the car and started for the door.


    what was going to happen with us? I felt bad for Brinley who was stuck in the middle of us. emotions coursed through me like a river, unpredictable and powerful. it didn't show on the outside; but I was hurting. it wasn't my fault for what happened so why was marshall acting like it was. that's what hurt. that's what bothered me the most. I sighed glancing at the car to see if they were coming.


    [ low muse ]
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 350px; text-transform:lowercase; text-align:justify; color: black; font-size: 12px; font-family: times;]Marshall seemed to want to get inside badly and was seated before Brinley and I. No sooner was I seated that Marshall blurted that we need to talk. The past few days had been awkward, unusual silence. Obviously this was due the incident with the trickster, but to me Marsh was overreacting. It happened, its over, can't we move on? It must have struck him so deeply that he felt he could not move on without discussing it. I took a seat and let my eyes meet his, seriousness overtaking the air. "Alright then, let's talk." I said. It had to happen sooner or later.


    [ sorry it's sucky ]


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 350px; text-transform:lowercase; text-align:justify; color: black; font-size: 12px; font-family: times;]marsh was slow to speak at first but didn't hold back how he felt. He explained everything. I wasn't expecting him to be so straightforward. I sat there for a moment, thinking over what he just said. "Glad you were honest." I said, laughing lightly afterwards. Then I supposed it was my turn to explain my side. I explained how it wasn't significant to me; it was just a joke from the trickster. I also expressed how the silence had bothered me as well. Then I couldn't help but ask, "Did you- enjoy it? Just wondering. I mean Brinley did say it seemed like you did." I was mostly joking with him, hopefully he didn't take it seriously. Brinley had been surprisingly quiet, but I wasn't worried about it. I waited for Marshall's response, which would probably be amusing.


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    Colton Thomas Peterson
    [size=11pt]" don't let your dreams be dreams. "[/size]


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    There was a slightly stomach-sinking feeling taking over me as I walked towards Luke's house. However I approached the beige house, dismissing the feeling. When I reached the porch the door was slightly ajar. I stopped for a moment but ultimately decided to walk in. "Hellooooo?" I called walking towards the kitchen. It was eerily quiet, maybe Luke was asleep?


    I walked up the stairs, not bothering to keep my presence unknown. I flung open the door at the end of the hallway expecting to see Luke but his room was empty. Where was he? I thought he would be home. I sat on his bed, observing the room I had been in only once. The only time I had been in his room was for a few minutes while I waited for him to pack a bag. The sparse posters were made up for with artwork by Luke. I admired his imagination and ability. I sighed, and guessed that I should call him to ask where he was. I stood from his bed, pulling my phone out of my pocket.


    I paced his room while the phone rang waiting for him to (hopefully) answer.
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    [align=center][size=6pt][color=white](c) caѕтιel ✘

    [size=13pt]What do you do when you unlock your true potential?
    How do you reach your full potential?
    What if your full potential could be used for evil?
    How do you escape?
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    There are two teens on the path to great success, so the scientists say. Carter Collins and [name here] discovered their powers together at a young age. The two have been close since childhood. The world was kept in the dark, but scientists have been monitoring them as they go through their lives. Can their friendship withstand what the scientists have in store for them? The teens have great mental power; Carter with telekinesis, [name here] with telepathy. As they grew older they gained strength in their powers. The scientists who have been working with them have secretly been planning to use the two to take over the world. Slowly they have been discovering just how much the teens can do and they are eager to put their plan in action. When [name here] and Carter discover the evil behind the research they opt to run away. On the run from the scientists they face exposure to the world and brutal decision making between good and evil. Carter also deals with hiding the love he has for [name here]. Can they make it together? Will they face eachother? Every decision counts...



    [size=13pt]introduction-ish;[/size]



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    [size=13pt]stages;[/size]




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    [font=times new roman][color=cornflowerblue][size=13pt]first post;


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    tracking! i'll post after school.

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    alright, i finished! sorry the first post is a bit short, i'm lacking muse currently :c

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    JOHNATHAN ACKLES[/fancypost]


    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent bordercolor=transparent borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; letter-spacing: .5px; color: #000000; font-family: times new roman; text-transform: none; text-align: justify;][font=times new roman][color=white][size=9pt]I sighed when I checked the time, a girl was late for her interview. Maybe she got suck in traffic. While waiting for her to hopefully show up I decided I could get some work done. I opened my laptop and checked my email. I had a spotless inbox and nothing to currently work on. Just as I was going to get myself a coffee there was a knock on the door. The girl entered, apologizing and explaining herself. I smiled, "It's fine, come on in." I gestured towards the a chair in front of my desk. She struck me instantly. She resembled someone I used to love deeply, but there was no way it could be her. Could it? I returned to my seat and greeted her formally. "I'm Johnathan Ackles, nice to meet you. What interests you in working here?"

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; letter-spacing: 2px; margin-top: 1px;][align=right][color=white]17 — TELEKINESIS — STAGE ONE[/fancypost]
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    I sat in a white room with computers running through files and bringing them up according to want Dr. Kelser wanted. The chair which I occupied was mildly uncomfortable but I managed to keep still. I sighed, tilting my head back. I had been here for roughly twenty minutes, moving objects and redirecting how a dice landed. If I had already done these things a million times why did I have to prove myself again. Besides instructing me Dr. Kelser had said nothing. He glanced at me, his eyes flickering between the notebook in his eyes and me. "Carter, you can go. I want you and [name here] tomorrow morning at 9am." I stood up almost immediately, eager to leave. "Alright, I'll let her know." I answered as I walked towards the exit. "Bye Dr.!" I said as I left the room. Walking outdoors was like walking into a whole different world. I decided to contact [name here] to see what she was doing. I stood leaning against the building as the phone rang, waiting for her to answer. I breathed out, my breath showing in a small cloud because of the brisk temperature. It was still early in spring, the temperatures still requiring a sweatshirt at least. C'mon pick up...


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    #dustylooky


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