Истории Blanket

This is just a one shot poem my 12 year old sister wrote. I asked her if she wanted me to post it on here, and she let me. She got the idea from Five Nights at Freddy's and from when she was afraid of the dark when she was little.

Marilyn doesn't know why, or how it's possible, but she transports at any time to any place. This curse has saved her life but couldn't save her parents. She can't trust anyone but Angel, a new member of the orphanage. Having this curse doesn't make life easy, but with Angel's help, does Marilyn have a chance of surviving? "I decided I would go upstairs to think about everything that had happened the past 5 years. So much had happened since my parents died. Then again, anything could happen when you transport."

These poems are my entries for The Attys 2012. Check out the original banners by yours truly on the sides. Please comment and vote as you feel it's deemed, and wish me luck!

I was a normal, teenage girl just yesterday. Well, I’m still a teenage girl, but the ‘normal’ part has been ripped away by all that has happened. You don’t think that you’re suddenly going to be forced to give up your entire life to steal back the Summer Queen’s crown while you’re drinking a cup of coffee in the morning. And you certainly don’t think about visiting a place that doesn’t even exist and becoming a hero. Those things just happen. Unannounced. No warnings whatsoever. And they only happen once every Millennium. So is it a good thing or a bad thing if you are one of the sought after Heroes? I still can’t decide.

"The night sky resembled a blanket of navy blur and the moon, who sat alone far from us, glowed with silver light, the trees danced in the light with joy and the breeze sang a song of ultimate bliss, I had walked into this scene, not alone, but with Her. I do not know what happened but her being with me in such a beautiful night had caused me to believe that we were attached some reason by fate."

this is a story a where Neesha and blanket are really good friends

The adventures of a child, a blanket, a teddy, and growing up. For now, if someone wants to share this I'd prefer if the link itself was shared, but talk to me to discuss sharing it a different way! *Cover photo is of Popcorn the Bear!*

Different backgrounds, different circumstances, but we all feel the same. Love is not hyped, it's real. Give it a chance. It may work wonders! . .. ... Someone close to you is going to DIE... The only guy you have ever loved, cheats on you... Flashbacks of pain, terror and humiliation envelopes you... How will you overcome your fear? Will you ever recover enough to fall in love again? What happens when everything you ever had is torn away from you in an instant? Life is not only love and romance. It constitutes pain, hurt, vengeance and mystery as well...

(Complete) Michael Jackson announces that he will do a 50 leg tour starting in July.. Single Mother (Y/N) additions and makes it to be a back up dancer for the king of pop! as time goes on Michael and (Y/N) become great friends and there kids get alone great. Is a love forming? Read and find out!

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"Adults are always right. Never doubt an adult." Said Hope after she'd been hit multiple times by her mother and father in a drunken rage. She doesn't understand why they hit her, or what she did to be punished. She only knew that she had done something wrong and therefore must be punished for it.

Knuffle, the brainchild of founder Marcel Demper, is a brand that lives up to its name in every sense. Inspired by the Dutch word "knuffel," meaning 'giving a hug,' Knuffle aims to bring that feeling of warmth, coziness, and security into your everyday life. Whether it's the soft embrace of their onesies or the comforting touch of their blankets, Knuffle's products make you feel as though you are being hugged, offering a unique blend of comfort and practicality. With a wide range of items-from onesies to blankets, sweaters to hoodies-Knuffle promises to deliver a huggable experience that you'll love.

March 18 Malaria Flailing, reaching, screaming; hiding, avoiding, misdirecting, theses are subsets in a list of extremes whose commonality is lacking, lacking humility. I fall to pieces just thinking of standing exposed, imperfect and unprotected. I’m not sure what I think will happen to me in this posture; instantaneous death? Couldn’t be, I’m not that lucky, nor am I foolish enough to think that I am that lucky. Possibly, I fear rancorous humiliation, but really who is powerful enough to do that to me? I know and like myself well enough to deflect obvious flying nonsense, so what is it that I do flee? I think it is the endless grinding inelegance of life, the stinging nettled nature of things, my inability to weave my way around my weakness and slip into the open unpoisoned. I fear exchanging peace for failure. Humility is when I know I cannot fail. Be conscience of judgment and try not to react to it * You are reading selections from More Sober on the Way to Sane and Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault http://www.amazon.com/More-Sober-The-Way-Sane/dp/144141231X/ref=sr_1_3?ie=UTF8&qid=1374072329&sr=8-3&keywords=sober+on+the+way+to+sane http://www.amazon.com/Lines-My-Life-Sherrie-Theriault/dp/1448652820/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1374072576&sr=1-1&keywords=Lines+from+my+life%2C+Sherrie+theriault