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(A girl and guy were speeding over 100 mph on a motorcycle)



Girl: Slow down. I'm scared.

Guy: No this is fun.

Girl: No its not. Please, it's too scary!

Guy: Then tell me you love me.

Girl: Fine, I love you. Slow down! Guy: Now give me a big hug. (Girl hugs him)

Guy: Can you take my helmet off and put it on? It's bugging me.



In the paper the next day: A motorcycle had crashed into a building because of break failure. Two people were on the motorcycle, but only one survived. The truth was that halfway down the road, the guy realized that his breaks broke, but he didn't want to let the girl know. Instead, he had her say she loved him, felt her hug one last time, then had her wear his helmet so she would live even though it meant he would die.

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Daire
12:11 Mar 11 2011

This is so fake.

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MOONLITDREAM
13:04 Mar 11 2011

It is romantic.

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Daire
14:31 Mar 11 2011

Romantic maybe, but it is still a lie.

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Raina
02:11 Mar 12 2011

I agree, sad, romantic but fake. WTF were they doing riding with only ONE helmet? MOST states now all have helmet laws.

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Redemati
13:53 Mar 13 2011

yes it is romantic yet as well is fake but a tale itself real or not should only matter on the meaning of it not to be put into real compositions.

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angelkiller
03:23 Mar 22 2011

I think it's cute how he wanted to feel her hug him one more time and here that she loves him before he died. It may be fake but it's cute. It's rather romantic as well.

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A girl asked a boy if she was pretty, he said "No". She asked him if he wanted to be with her forever, he said "No". Then she asked him if he would cry if she walked away, he said "No". She had heard enough; she needed to leave.



As she walked away he grabbed her arm and told her to stay. He said "You're not pretty, you're beautiful. I don`t want to be with you forever, I need to be with you forever. And I wouldn't cry if you walked away, I would die."

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Redemati
13:54 Mar 13 2011

I love that one

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Theban
14:02 Mar 23 2011

This is good.

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"My! My! My!" Jessie Gordon gasped, winking her sparkling blue eyes. "Don't you look swell in silk!"



Perhaps she did. Constance McAllister nervously twirled her ash-blonde hair around her slender fingers, accented with long nails and pink nail polish. She glanced down at her turquoise, silk dress, sighing to herself. What a dress! The thin fabric delicately graced the curves of her tall, thin body. The deep V-neckline, open to the waist at the front, revealed the creamy smoothness of her soft and delicate breasts, straining against the fabric. She had a job interview ... she had to buy a suit.



"Don't you look sexy! Come on, I'll buy the dress for you, " Jessie prodded.



"Oh, well ... I don't know ... don't you think it's revealing?" Connie asked, uncertainly. As she lifted the price tag, her mouth dropped open. "Oh, Jessie, there's no way I ever could! It's so expensive!"



"Connie, I'm your best friend ..." Jessie whined, slipping the price tag from Connie's hand.



"I've always been your best friend. Come on, I owe it to you. Besides, you introduced me to Vincent, and he's just so sweet."



"Oh ..."



"Connie, it's the least I can do," Jessie continued, not eager to let her friend slip away without the dress. "You are a romantic ... a born romantic ... and it's time someone should see that in you."



Connie stepped out of the change room and set the silk dress on the hanger, hanging it on the rack. "Jessie, I came here to buy a business-suit for my job interview tomorrow afternoon."



"You said that before ... didn't you? Don't worry, I didn't forget. Just take this as a gift, from me. Please Connie, you look so cute in it," Jessie whined, slipping her arm around Connie's waist and leaning her lips close to her ear.



"Oh," Connie sighed, rubbing her forehead. "All right!"



As quick as lightning, Jessie reached for the silk dress and dropped it into the shopping cart, before Connie changed her mind.



"Now," she began, pointing to the rack of business suits, "what you're looking for is over there."



Constance pushed the suits apart, searching for one she liked best. Green? Blue? Grey? Black? Beige? Oh! How confusing!



"What do I look best in?"



"Oh, Connie, I wish you were a brunette."



"Why?"



"Never mind ... don't ask. Try pink ... pastel, light, airy."



"This?" Connie asked, holding a pastel pink suit out. "Lovely tailored ... the skirt is just short enough ... short and sexy."



"There's only one thing on your mind, isn't there, Jessie?" Connie commented, holding the pink business-suit in front of her.



"I think I like it," Connie concluded, setting it in the shopping cart.



"Look at the line of people by the cash register ... oh, we'll never get out in time to watch my favourite TV show!"



"Honestly, Jessie, don't you think about anything aside from television?"



"Sure I do ... like Vincent! Well, there are worse things than standing in line to pay," Jessie whined.



"Sure, like not buying anything," Connie replied, laughing.



"You know, Connie, you really have to loosen up, a little."



"I lost my job last week ... I won't get over it for a while," Connie replied, with her recent firing on the top of her mind. They had no right to fire her. Why?



"I mean loosen up in your personal life ... you know, off the job. This dress is too open to wear a bra, but it is so thin that any woman would look naturally beautiful ... you know, the graceful female figure. Vincent is just great ... with his hands ... I was wearing a dress like this when he just slid his hand inside ... oh, so warm and caressing."



"Too bad you and Graham broke up," Connie added.



"You said he was great." Jessie shrugged her shoulder, casually glancing at her wristwatch. "Hey, look at the time! You'd better run to your beauty appointment ... I'll pay up and meet you, later."



"If I didn't have you as a best friend, I don't know what I'd do."



In a hurry, Connie dashed through the parking lot, skirting around cars and dashing across roadways. She opened her purse and fumbled through the contents, searching for her keys, then she took her eyes off the walkway ... her own mistake. Before she knew what happened, she ran into someone, dropping her purse to the pavement, scattering feminine articles across the parking lot, with her keys clattering to her feet. The businessman's papers tipped and fluttered to the ground, then he hurriedly pulled them into his brief-case, lest they flutter away in the breeze. Connie handed the businessman a handful of papers, then their eyes met. "Aaron?" Constance gasped, handing him the papers.



Instantly her heart warmed, rekindling a glimmer in her eye. The days of their heart-warming romance flourished in her mind, reminding her of the one man she wished she had never left. He was handsome, kind, compassionate, and all she could ever ask for ... and all she never had. She cried all night after he left ... there was nothing either of them could do about it.



"Surprised to see me?" Aaron West warmly asked, a soothing comfort in his voice. He closed his brief-case, taking the handle and running his fingers though his light-brown hair: parted to the side and neatly combed in place.



"I thought you left the country?" Connie began, swallowing the lump in her throat.



"I did ... actually, I won't be here for very long. Just wrapping up some business," Aaron replied, his voice as soft as the whispering breeze, reaching inside her heart. He set Connie's purse in one of her hands, and her keys in the other.



"I've missed you more than anything," Connie added, heartbroken, as they both stood up.



"Why did you have to leave, in the first place?"



"Do you still love me?"



"Oh, Aaron, of course I do ... how could I love anyone else?" Connie replied, setting her white purse on her shoulder.



"You were everything to me."



She wanted him back, swallowing hard to clear her throat. All she wanted to do was fall in his arms and stay there, safe ... and sound. Aaron smiled kindly, sliding his hands into the pockets of his grey suit. "I've been wanting to ask you out for a while. Are you doing anything tonight?"



"Oh, how sweet! For you, of course not," Connie replied, her voice as smooth as her heart was warm. Yes, she missed him terribly ... and he knew that.



"How about dinner at the European Promenade?"



"Oh, Aaron, I'd love that," Connie replied, curling her tender lips into the most adorable smile she ever could.



"You're so sweet."



"I'll pick you up ..."



"At my place? Eighteen sixty-seven Rose Arbour Crescent. It's the white house, under the green roof."



Eighteen sixty-seven it is, then. I'll pick you up at seven?"



Connie smiled and nodded, reaching out to take his hand, but he turned and walked away without realizing her gesture of friendship. As she brushed her romantic inclinations aside, she realized that Jessie was standing beside her.



"Well, here I am rushing to get everything done ... so, who's 'Prince Charming'?"



"Isn't he sweet?"



"You're telling me! Well, what happened?"



"He asked me out tonight."



"WOW!" Jessie exclaimed, pursing her lips.



"Good thing I bought you that silk dress."



"Jessie, I can't wear that ..."



"Go ahead, spoil yourself. I can picture you ..."



"Oh, Jessie ... my beauty appointment!"



"Looks like you'll be needing it, after all," Jessie called, walking towards the bus stop.



"I'll call you later."



"Hum, I don't think so," Jessie hummed. "Vincent and I are ... well, see you later."

I woke up to the hot sun warming my face. I sat up and walked into the kitchen to help my mom make breakfast. We had eggs from a birds nest I tracked down two days ago,and then deer bacon from the deer I shot last night. My sister and my brother came to the kitchen table and we all ate our breakfest. After breakfest I went to the room to get me some clothes. I put black pants'a black tank top and strapped a belt to my arm and strapped the quiver of my bows to my back, I grabbed my bow and I was set for another hunting day. I was about to walk into the hallway when there was a knock at the door. My mother ran to the door and opened it, but before she could react to the face of our guest he shot her and she lay motionless with blood seeping into the carpets. Before I could get an arrow into my bow he shot my sister and my brother as well.



"NO!" I screamed and I shot an arrow at his neck and he was dead in 6 seconds.



I ran then because I could hear more men coming. I ran strait out my back door and ran to the safety of my woods. I could hear more people screaming and more guys killing innocent people. I wasn't alone in the woods. Axel was there as well. I made him get up and run farther into the woods. I could feel the warm,salty tear escaping from my eyes. When we were at least 2 miles into the woods we stoped and tried to catch our breaths, but it was hard to do when your trying to hold in the sobs. Soon we just held each other and sobbed into each other's shoulder. We both had lost our father a long time ago, well every little girl or boy lost their father. So we were already devastated from that, but this was worse, we lost our family.



"My brother was only 6 years old he didn't diserve to die" I thought and it brought on more tears.

Among the Aztec people of Mexico, it is said that a long time ago there was a great fire in the forests that covered our Earth. People and animals started to run, trying to escape from the fire. Our brother owl, Tecolotl, was running away also when he noticed a small bird hurrying back and forth between the nearest river and the fire. He headed towards this small bird.



He noticed that it was our brother the Quetzal bird, Quetzaltototl, running to the river, picking up small drops of water in his beak, then returning to the fire to throw that tiny bit of water on the flame. Owl approached Quetsal bird and yelled at him: "What are you doing brother? Are you stupid? You are not going to achieve anything by doing this. What are you trying to do? You must run for your life!"



Quetzal bird stopped for a moment and looked at owl, and then answered: "I am doing the best I can with what I have."



It is remembered by our Grandparents that a long time ago the forests that covered our Earth were saved from a great fire by a small Quetzal bird, an owl, and many other animals and people who got together to put out the fire.

Once a man was walking along a beach. The sun was shining and it was a beautiful day. Off in the distance he could see a person going back and forth between the surf's edge and and the beach. Back and forth this person went. As the man approached, he could see that there were hundreds of starfish stranded on the sand as the result of the natural action of the tide.



The man was stuck by the the apparent futility of the task. There were far too many starfish. Many of them were sure to perish. As he approached, the person continued the task of picking up starfish one by one and throwing them into the surf.



As he came up to the person, he said: "You must be crazy. There are thousands of miles of beach covered with starfish. You can't possibly make a difference." The person looked at the man. He then stooped down and pick up one more starfish and threw it back into the ocean. He turned back to the man and said: "It sure made a difference to that one!"

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Angelus
17:41 Mar 09 2011

Marvellous! luvvit.

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A certain shopkeeper sent his son to learn about the secret of happiness from the wisest man in the world. The lad wandered through the desert for 40 days, and finally came upon a beautiful castle, high atop a mountain. It was there that the wise man lived.



Rather than finding a saintly man, though, our hero, on entering the main room of the castle, saw a hive of activity: tradesmen came and went, people were conversing in the corners, a small orchestra was playing soft music, and there was a table covered with platters of the most delicious food in that part of the world. The wise man conversed with everyone, and the boy had to wait for two hours before it was his turn to be given the man's attention.



The wise man listened attentively to the boy's explanation of why he had come, but told him that he didn't have time just then to explain the secret of happiness. He suggested that the boy look around the palace and return in two hours.



"Meanwhile, I want to ask you to do something", said the wise man, handing the boy a teaspoon that held two drops of oil. "As you wander around, carry this spoon with you without allowing the oil to spill".



The boy began climbing and descending the many stairways of the palace, keeping his eyes fixed on the spoon. After two hours, he returned to the room where the wise man was.



"Well", asked the wise man, "Did you see the Persian tapestries that are hanging in my dining hall? Did you see the garden that it took the master gardener ten years to create? Did you notice the beautiful parchments in my library?"



The boy was embarrassed, and confessed that he had observed nothing. His only concern had been not to spill the oil that the wise man had entrusted to him.



"Then go back and observe the marvels of my world", said the wise man. "You cannot trust a man if you don't know his house".



Relieved, the boy picked up the spoon and returned to his exploration of the palace, this time observing all of the works of art on the ceilings and the walls. He saw the gardens, the mountains all around him, the beauty of the flowers, and the taste with which everything had been selected. Upon returning to the wise man, he related in detail everything he had seen.



"But where are the drops of oil I entrusted to you?" asked the wise man. Looking down at the spoon he held, the boy saw that the oil was gone.



"Well, there is only one piece of advice I can give you", said the wisest of wise men. "The secret of happiness is to see all the marvels of the world and never to forget the drops of oil on the spoon".