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The Lantern

LoriAnnDuncanMcNeill

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Odsłon 67
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LoriAnnDuncanMcNeill

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Something I wrote that I felt in my times of darkness :)
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The Lantern
pon., maj 16, 2011

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The Lantern
pon., maj 16, 2011

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I wasn't special, I wasn't a marine or a scientist sent here from earth to study Pandora, I was a behaviorist-some say behaviorists are scientists too; but the brain isn't made up of mathematics and hope, it's like the roots of trees. Forever speaking but unheard. I study people's brains and their behavior. I don't look at it with hope and faith. I'm nothing special, not really. When I was accepted to help with Project Pandora, I was exhilarated. This was my big break, something to get me out there. I never expected for it to spiral into my life unprofessionally-become personal, emotional. That I would have to fight in a war between man and alien, choose between my own people and a clan of beings that accepted me-welcomed me, trained and made me one of them. This wasn't supposed to become personal, but it did.

I do not own James Cameron's Avatar. I am a member of a country unlike the greed of Earth outside our walls. I am in for many lessons, and I have much to learn. But, my quest is of the most importance, I will run till I fall to fulfill it. I will fly beyond all that I have known, on to a far, far away planet. Pandora. But, what lays for me, beyond all I have known? I can only step forward to see. Mature because my character will have a temper and cussing will happen. Plus, it's Avatar, you know? There is a lot of fighting. Ranked #1 in Learning out of 10.6k stories!!! Woohoo!!! Ranked #3 in Space out of 32.2k stories!!! I know this isn't a #1 ranking but I am so proud of my story!!! Ranked #1 in Pandora out of 1.46k stories on 1/17/2020 and 6/15/2020 Ranked #1 in Avatar out of 7.33k stories on 12/16/2021 Ranked #1 in Eywa on 4/20/2020

Chances Of Truth ☑️ autorstwa zZohana3

"It's too much to remember everything and everyone, all pain and hurt is killing me day by day little by little. I wish I could remove all the pain and move on in my life. I wish I could find an eraser or Better a delete button, so that I could start from beginning, without any misery or pain." ......................................................................................... "Hey Eva, you know you can trust me, right? " He asked me again cupping my cheeks, I can't let him continue this. It had to stop now or it would be too late. I can't risk everyone's life specially his. If hurting him means, him being alive then I would do it without thinking. Again and again. "Eva are you even listening to me?" Noah asked moving his face closer. From this close I can even see the scar which he told me about, its just below the border line of his hair, it can be easily conceal but from this close its more real. His eyes, they are magical. I would love to look at them all the time and never get tired of looking at in them. No, I cannot do this to him, I can't be selfish, I have to do something this time. "No" I answer and walked away from him. .............................................................

The Heirs autorstwa damoanu

Well, what would have made me leave my one month daughter in front of the orphanage door , as her mother what pushed me to the extent of leaving her,not being there to see her first sit,crawl,walk ,hear her say her first words hoping it would be related to me, hear her call out to me when she cried, stay up at night with her singing some lullaby,read her some stories, tell her that there was a prince charming who would love her as her father loved me but where was I , staying far away from her, God knows how terrible a mother I was leaving her without even looking back. "I love you Treasure, always and forever, I'm sorry darling, I'm really sorry", I said as I cried telling myself do I really have to do this then I left without turning back hoping she would never hate me,she would remember how much I love her.

Silent Whispers of Dysphoria autorstwa ZayanaCullen

When mirror is not enough to reflect emotions, when talks are not enough to convey feelings, a silent poem and a pen and it's creations may help. Edit (April 14, 2020) : This book was previously titled as "Autumn Leaves" *NOTE FOR READERS* Dear readers, thank you very much for reading my works. I appreciate your time and willingness to read my works.☺ Reaching 1K views was like a dream come true and thanks to you guys. A single view, comment and vote of yours make my day. It means a lot. Please guys, vote and comment on my works. A single tap and thoughts of yours can brighten up my day.☺ Please do vote, comment and follow my account. Thank you A huge thanks to @scarla_scorpion for the wonderful cover.

My Notes of Faith autorstwa dai_lene

#updatedversion2016 Some may perceive this as a Good News but other may think this is a bad news. Good News to those who will believe but to those unbelieving, this is nothing but foolishness. I'm just merely sharing my faith... the choice is still on you because we all have a freewill. Remember our choices here on earth weights an eternal implication. Your choice. Note: Added one new chapter the indwelling Spirit

augustine | wlw + wlm autorstwa northstarhasfallen

remake (avatar + atwow) kayla augustine found that drowning yourself in alcohol has the effect of numbing the pain that ate her up. she couldn't save her battalion from an ambush she hadn't seen coming. she was the only one who survived, with a severed hand and badly burned marks on her body from the explosion that had taken the lives of many. alcohol had seemed a better plan than to remember all the things that led up to her being honorably discharged with nothing but the pain of her wounds and soul. now she was thrown into another war, and she wasn't sure which team she was playing for, until it was too late. tsu'tey x Fem! OC Fem! OC x Fem! OC

Void autorstwa That_girl017

"You don't feel! You're not human, you're just an emotionless shell!" He yelled at me with a passion that was unknown to me for so long and was now overwhelming me. "Maybe you're right, I'm not human," I said, forcing my voice and expression to become unreadable. "I'm better." A world with no emotions. No more hurt. No more hate. No more love. Join the revolution. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ THIS WORK IS COPYWRITED!!!!!!!! <a rel="license" href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/4.0/"><img alt="Creative Commons License" style="border-width:0" src="http://i.creativecommons.org/l/by-nc-nd/4.0/88x31.png" /></a><br /><span xmlns:dct="http://purl.org/dc/terms/" property="dct:title">Void</span> by <a xmlns:cc="http://creativecommons.org/ns#" href="http://www.wattpad.com/story/7125173-void" property="cc:attributionName" rel="cc:attributionURL">Margaret Lang</a> is licensed under a <a rel="license" href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/4.0/">Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivatives 4.0 International License</a>. ©2014 Lang

Paint Us Gray: Part 1 autorstwa actressesumner

Rejection. Betrayal. Heartbreak. Grief. Unfortunately, we've all had a swallow, some more than others, of this bitter brew. This is just a sliver of my chapter that is a part of this world's grand narrative; it's about one person's toe dipping into the brokenness of the Earth, and the ripples, waves, tsunamis it created in her life. A couple of months ago, while consoling a friend grieving the loss of a relationship, he asked me a question no one had ever asked me before. A very vulnerable and powerful question. I had been sharing some of my own similar experiences with him when he messaged me that life changing question, "And, what did you see at the top of the mountain?" While his words were just letters on a screen, I could see the hunger in his eyes, hear the desperation in his voice, sense the overwhelming thirst of a person climbing up an incredibly steep and treacherous mountain. What did I see at the top of the mountain? This book is my answer to this question. Let's go for a hike.

With Love, S autorstwa sannwrites0

I'm not sure how to start this; to be honest, I'm not even sure how to write this. If there's one place we can start, my brain, the most fragile yet sacred thing I've ever owned. Again, I'm unsure how or where to start with this, but let's start by being honest. I think a lot, and I'm sure you do too, so let's think together. (this is an original piece)

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I wasn't special, I wasn't a marine or a scientist sent here from earth to study Pandora, I was a behaviorist-some say behaviorists are scientists too; but the brain isn't made up of mathematics and hope, it's like the roots of trees. Forever speaking but unheard. I study people's brains and their behavior. I don't look at it with hope and faith. I'm nothing special, not really. When I was accepted to help with Project Pandora, I was exhilarated. This was my big break, something to get me out there. I never expected for it to spiral into my life unprofessionally-become personal, emotional. That I would have to fight in a war between man and alien, choose between my own people and a clan of beings that accepted me-welcomed me, trained and made me one of them. This wasn't supposed to become personal, but it did.

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