Month of January, 2005

Chapter 19
Home Alone

I peeked into the livingroom.

Chapter 16
His Secret Past

"But.

Chapter 13
Amazing Grace

"See y'all later," Dad said, as he made an U-turn, and left us in a
cloud of dust and dirt.

Chapter 10
Runaways

Mr.

Chapter 7
The First Clues

"Why are you so quiet, Red?" Abby asked as she pulled out the new
meeting table.

Chapter 4
Crazy Rumors

"Looks like they're giving you a chance," Dad said, as I jogged up to
them.

Prolouge

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My new series is called the Lost Civilizations sereis in book one I am taking you deep underground to Couri-ghan where the Couri-Ghanyans are in dire need of a hero.

Good Idea, Kati! They should have something else on here as well.

I've been waiting for a comment.

I was thinking maybe we could have something else on here like Gary and LIz, only different.

A girl at my school wrote this and asked me to post it for you.

A girl at my school wrote this and asked me to post it for you.

TIMBER - A DOG HERO
By PAIGE D.

The Experience
Chapter One
I knew I shouldn’t have.

Thanks, Fiona! Wierdness is my specialty!.

I found your story 'the life of monkey mo' really funny! :D Keep up the weird, wacky, hilarious, horrific, ifalittlepointless writing!!!
fifi
.

A going-away present for Barron! ^^

Chapter 5
Arione Windwalker

Talen and Yanara sat in a clearing not too far from Tirsu.

Outside the wind is swirling the glistening snow in a snowstorm,
But I'm underneath all my quilts, very snug and very warm.

This is the last post I'll be making on Kidpub, and I'm very sorry to leave it.

I'm afraid, Barron, my little writing buddy is leaving the site.

"All right, first kickoff on Coach Alsen!" Michael Rhodes heard the call from the head coach and jumped up off the bench.

It took away many lives,
there are hardly anyone surviving,
how can we all help the poor people who
have lost their loved ones!
What can we do? What can we do?
We can donate clothes!
We can give away old stuff!
We can try to make the tsunami victims cheerful?
Oh Tsunami, look what you've done,
you've ruined Christmas and New Year for everyone,
what are we ever to do
with you!
Why did you come ,
when we were having so much fun,
Why did you come?
Why did you ruin everything?
Why?.

How the Ocean Became Happy
By: Meghna Sathiapalan

Long time ago, on Earth, the Ocean was very sad! First of all, he had no friends and second of all he couldn’t move! There was no wind to move him.

Check my about the author.

To Kati

i thnk u shdnt stop posting storys until you have got your new membership

:) Fifi.

Hello! I am your royal Hyperness! I sit on a throne of peas and pillows and I eat cucumbers and drink watermelon juice.

Jack took a deep breath.

I saw him by the river.

Hey.

It was raining hard.

Just 2 say i have not been on kidpub 4 ages so all my storys and poems are RUBBISH! I wrote them when i was like.

A long time ago, when there were no volcano’s.

Steelers! Steelers!
Let's Go! Let's Go! Let's win that Super Bowl!
Let's get a touchdown and a point for all those Steeler fans!
Let's wear some black and gold now for all those football players!
Let's win that Super Bowl YEAH!!.

Jack was sitting down for dinner when he heard the call.

The moon shines silver, it does
On the surface of the lake.

I have a girlfriend ever heard of it???????.

I was walking down main street when all of the sudden I heard something from the other side of the street.

Mark closed his eyes, imagining that all this had never happened, that he was still sitting on the beach collecting shells and then skipping them as far as he could.

I'm so alone without you by my side
I need you
You're everything I want
When you leave me
It's like you're ripping out my heart
I miss you when you're away.

Sometimes you love me
Other times you treat me like trash
If only you could make up your mind
Do you love me?
Do you hate me?
It's so hard to love you when you don't love me
I'd be better off alone than with you.

If only you'd see how I feel towards you
You're not just some person
You're a friend
I deeply care for you
You're always there when I need to talk
You never let me down
I fall and you pick me up
You're always there when I need you
You are a true friend to me.

All I want is your trust
I know I wronged you
but that was the past
If only you could see
How I've changed
I really am different
It's not like that anymore
I'm different
I won't hurt you again
Not again.

I know you can see my pain you cause
If only you could change your ways
I'm not dirt
I deserve respect
I try to deal with it, but you only get worse
I don't know what to do
If only you could change towards me.

Why can't you see
The way it should be?
Maybe then you'd realize how much you've done
I've had enough of this
I don't have to put up with you
It's not like you're the only one I can turn to in times like these.

If only you knew
I should have told you
I just wasn't sure what to do
It's so hard to do the right thing
If I could I would have told you before you left
I couldn't see how much you would be hurt
It's too late now and you're gone forever.

Forget

Laughter and joy
replaced with
tears of sorrow

Smiles and sunshine
but instead
rain pouring on our misery

Fun and games
now it's bad dreams and anguish

Farwell to the good things we loved
Come awful things and destroy my life

Forget what we loved
It will naver be the same.

My sister, Cassie, and me, Shawna, have a grandam Sandy.

Sammie Patterson put on the last touch of her make-up.

Dear Anyonewhobotherstoreadthis,

Okay, I'd like to apologize to you all for my four most recent stories.

(Note: This one's pretty bad, too.

(Note: If you thought the last two stories were awful, then you'll be in a real shock here.

(Note: I wrote this in 5th grade, so prepare to read a really awful story.

(Note: I wrote this story in 6th grade, so it's really bad.

I have not been posting because I am busy I am dealing with school, writing stories (I can't post if I don't write), writing classes, community service, homework, projects, friends, girl scouts, reading, dance, other websites (Yes believe it or not I go on other websites), and a lot more.

-thwacks Bobbie-leigh and Kati in the head with her plank of wood-

One! Stop writing in Caps.

The Dork side and the Cool side were enemies like no other.

Me, Shawna Rogotzke, and my sister, Cassie Rogotzke, go to our grandma's house during the summer.

do you know what camp love means? it's a special holiday on february 14, 2005.

which stories do you think i could get published? since i am going to start my own publishing business this year since i'll be taking an online course on publishing it yourself how to start and operate your own publishing business but i will continue writing on kidpub

thank you please e-mail me your response at marynaples@comcast.

Forever and a day never seemed so long
the pain within has never grown so stong
forgetting what's real believing what's not
confusion has grown to be in my every thought
time slows down and the world begins to spin
as I fall to the floor sobbing again
perfect has ended
my failyer withstands my soul,
barring to the endless demands
Falling apart at your every word
my heart breaking at your every turn
torn in half and ripped in four
left alone on the floor
my tears have grown to be a river
the care you have has not yet delivered
blood that flows to the ground
of my broken heart that you have found
to mend impossable for I am without a joy
you have made me into your helpless toy
not one person ever to help
pain and agony is all I have ever felt
years have passed and fear has grown
you leave me here all alone
on the floor is were I stay
to watch the world day by day
smile and wave as if I am fine
happy, without a care, just perfectly divine
opening up only to the closest friend
them only to think of the near end
love was lost and things were changed
only to suffer day by day
tears were shed and friends moved on
losing those who mean the most
without a care you leave me there
looking up just to stare
pain was caused and fear was lost
as I picked myself up off the floor changing my life forever more
standing facing this person who I hate
the one who made my life this waist
facing the tears shed,
the blood bled,
the wounds to heal,
the pain that was oh so real
Forgotton happiness,
put off smiles soon bloomed into a happiness
this is truley how i feel without denile
on the floor i no longer stay to watch the world.

A tail of a girl and her broken heart
of the endless battle she's always faught
beginning at a young age
a father with all of his rage
hiding high way above
trying to find the feeling of love
enless nights of screams and shouts
her hoping to find a way out
though she was young memories of pain still linger
memories of tears within her fingers
remembering the night she thought she had exaped
but soon to find more on it's way
a few years later came more pain
something that led her never to love or trust again
abuse seemed to be her entire life
mental, physical, sexual too
each time learning something new
never telling the entire truth
no one knew of this abuse
still to this day, it remains this way
Reunited with her father
again began this endless bother
yelling and screaming in her face
telling her she way a waste
he did not love her
he did not care
it seemed she was not ment to be there
a knife became her closest friend
her only thinking of the end
wishing for it all to be over
it seemed the was no reason for her to continue this any longer

then one day came a love
it seemed to be a message from above
she really loved him like no other
she loved him more than her own mother
it was the first time she truely loved anyone
she believed her life had rebegun
there for a moment she dropped her knife
letting someone into her life
but heart broken she soon became
finding he had played an evil game
her heart shattered forever more
she without a cure

things at home seemed to get worse
she believed once more life was a curse
bruises were made never to fade
and scars on her ego were permently made
a happy ending most would want
an ending where she could smile and flaunt
but sadley not

she still lives in the hell
it's a jail cell never to open
and this is how it will remain
continuing this pain
no happy ending
no savour for this dame
the abuse continues in this tale of a broken girl.

I hate the way you look at me
The way you say you care
Even when I know the truth
You were never there

I miss everything now
The hugs and the laughs
What's going to happen?
I'm only one of a half

We planned to agree on friends
Yea thats what I thought
Until I realized you ignore
And we were better off as not

Our memories are stuck with me
I don't want them to leave
Keep them locked inside forever
Just so I know
there will be no "us" ever

I thought I wanted you back
Now I see the real person you are
Can't believe I fell for you
But you'll always be my lucky star

You can E-mail Kaily at Red_Red03@hotmail.

The tale of a girl
With a broken heart
Being tortured forever
Till the day she did part
She never knew true happiness
She never knew peace
She went on for years and years
Till the day her life did cease.

A warrior
Traveled along
He was proud
He was strong
Searching forever
Quitting never
Always looking ahead
Forgetting what they all said
Searching for riches
Searching for wealth
Searching for happiness
Searching for health
He looked for a land
A land so grand!
A place of peace
A place where war will cease
He searched till the day of his death
When he was old and pale
But, perhaps his search will go ever on
If we continue his search, he will not fail.

One against another
Killing their own brother
Hatred growing ever stronger
As this drags on even longer
Many will fight
Filled with fright
Many will fall
Death to all

Some kill, others flee
When will it cease to be?
Why is there this lie?
Why must they die?
Must the graves ever fill?
Is it really good versus evil?
Many will fall
Death to all

Is it really worth it?
When will they quit?
Rage fills the air
Leaving happiness bare
Death stalks us night and day
Will it stop? None can say
Many will fall
Death to all.

October 20, 2004 Dear Diary,

This was one of the hardest days I've ever had.

Penny’s
Once I found a penny on the ground.

Once upon a time there was a boy named Josh and a girl named Julia that were really good friends, they were 10 years old.

When the pastor concluded the service, Sandara ran home and put on her every day clothes.

Once upon a time there was a rabbit that would slap her hip then jump whenever she would hop.

Praise for the following:
Marion's story
Lucky Charms Chapters 1,2
Revised Thunder Stones Chapter 1

I will edit this as I see more stories I like.

This could possibly be the saddest story I've ever written.