Charlotte

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Steven Nedelton says

Hi Charlotte. Please join us at a new Shelfari.com group: Good Reads Café
http://www.shelfari.com/groups/100744/members

This is a Readers’ and Writers’ group. Open discussions, debates, critiques and self-promotions…
The group is for all readers with some understanding of literature and for all good authors. All book genres are welcome, thriller genre books are preferred.
Steven
www.snedelton.com

posted 5 months ago. ( send a note )

Nymphadora Beilschmidt says

Please join my group Hetalia Role Play thanks. I`d appreciate it.

posted 6 months ago. ( send a note )

~Emily9~ We're not broken just bent. says

Cool! Thanks!!

posted 1 year ago. ( send a note )

~Emily9~ We're not broken just bent. says

Please Join my new Hunger Games Role Play Group! I made the group and also made Liz15 and admin with me and we are exctied to get the group going and active! We are both active and online often, except during school hours and until about 5:15 as we both have track after school. Due to us both being active, nobody has to make a character and then wait for 10 days for the admin to get back on and approve it! So, please join!

posted 1 year ago. ( send a note )

~Emily9~ We're not broken just bent. says

Hey ! So, like when do you get on ? I am really wanting to be a part of some active RPG's, but either nobody is on them or there are so many people on them I'll just be like really far behind . So, If you could like let me know when you get on so that I could also try to get on, that'd be great ! Yah . Thanks !

posted 1 year ago. ( send a note )

Tushya ~I am so SO sorry I m not gonna be able to reply for a while :( says

whaz up?
i'm veg. not so hard keep trying.

posted 1 year ago. ( send a note )

Tushya ~I am so SO sorry I m not gonna be able to reply for a while :( says

whaz up?
i'm veg. not so hard keep trying.

posted 1 year ago. ( send a note )

~*Johanna~* says

That's awesome! The hardest part of being veg for me, is
that my family can be really unsupportive and so can friends.
Also, when people who don't really know you find out, they
ask the stupidest questions.

posted 1 year ago. ( send a note )

~Emily9~ We're not broken just bent. says

Oh

posted 1 year ago. ( send a note )

~*Johanna~* says

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Your going vegetarian! That's awesome I love being vegetarian. When you go
full out for a couple weeks you drop like 7 pounds and you feel so much better! I'm following you because I love and support
all vegetarians! SORRY THERE'S SO MANY EXCLAMATION POINTS IN THIS POST LOL!!! XD!!

posted 1 year ago. ( send a note )

~Emily9~ We're not broken just bent. says

Can you reply in all your groups.. like Twisted Fairy Tale.?

posted 1 year ago. ( send a note )

~Emily9~ We're not broken just bent. says

I took it.. what's your pic of?

posted 1 year ago. ( send a note )

SoulEater22 aka ( Eboni Atera ) says

yep no problem thanks

posted 1 year ago. ( send a note )

~Emily9~ We're not broken just bent. says

Nvm... I accepted it. Thanks!

posted 1 year ago. ( send a note )

booksmart23 says

what do you mean

posted 1 year ago. ( send a note )

~Emily9~ We're not broken just bent. says

Hey!! Can you reply in our groups that we're in together? Thanks!! I also sent 41 invites for the the Fairytale RPG.
:-)

posted 1 year ago. ( send a note )

Young Writer's Group Secret Santa says

Sorry I took so long! Finally got all my stuff written!

----------------------------

"Red-and-Green"

I'll wrap this up in red-and-green
put a shiny bow atop the tree.
Drop the tinsel 'round the room.

And when you peer underneath,
you'll find a box wrapped in red-and-green.

I left it there for you to see.
Your name sprawled on the tag.
Enchanting, dancing cursive.

The snow will melt on the burrs.
Freeze and drop on the limbs.
Each unique flake will fall-
faster, faster, falling.
It covers this world with a fitting white sheet.
A bumpy, comfy, blanket.
Frozen specks of hope.

And when you peer underneath
you'll find a box wrapped in red-and-green.

Inside is a song.
A carol, a lullaby, a roasting, roaring fire.

And when you tear the red-and-green,
it will fall away.
Inside is a box where you'll find these endless possibilities.

----------------------------
I came to tell you I saw Santa. Saint Nick atop my roof, the snow falling down.
I came to tell you I heard the carolers. Singing their jingle bells as they wished me a merry Christmas.
I saw all the presents under the tree, but none of which were for me. For my sister and mother. My father and my turtle. I scoured through the boxes, checked all of the tags. Looked in all the stockings and rifling through the bags. But not one person had thought of me. Not one person had wrapped something with me in mind. Betrayed and upset, I went to my room.
There on my bed was a tiny blue box, a silver key on top. I placed the key in the lock and to my utter shock, an egg lay on top. Periwinkle blue with a dash of violet. Under that egg was crisp white sheet of paper. I removed the egg and took the paper. In gold-tinted words it was written: "Here I have given you the most exotic of all birds. The North Pole Finch. Keep it in the box for 5 days after you recieved it. In five days at exactly one o'clock, open the box. After that- wait. Yours truly, S.C."
And in five days, I opened the box at one o'clock sharp. I waited an hour. And I waited for two. After three or more, I heard a small crack. When I peered in the box, the egg had been replaced by the most beautiful of birds. A snow-white finch with a tiny gold beak and bright violet eyes. Now I knew why none had wrapped me a gift. Why none had filled me a stocking. Because I was receive the best of best gifts. Not toys nor letters or candy. I was to receive the most lovely of creatures. And my anger melted to shame as I stared at the little bird and finally to gratitude. I had not been forgotten at all.

posted 1 year ago. ( send a note )

Young Writer's Group Secret Santa says

Sorry I took so long! Finally got all my stuff written!

----------------------------

"Red-and-Green"

I'll wrap this up in red-and-green
put a shiny bow atop the tree.
Drop the tinsel 'round the room.

And when you peer underneath,
you'll find a box wrapped in red-and-green.

I left it there for you to see.
Your name sprawled on the tag.
Enchanting, dancing cursive.

The snow will melt on the burrs.
Freeze and drop on the limbs.
Each unique flake will fall-
faster, faster, falling.
It covers this world with a fitting white sheet.
A bumpy, comfy, blanket.
Frozen specks of hope.

And when you peer underneath
you'll find a box wrapped in red-and-green.

Inside is a song.
A carol, a lullaby, a roasting, roaring fire.

And when you tear the red-and-green,
it will fall away.
Inside is a box where you'll find these endless possibilities.

----------------------------
I came to tell you I saw Santa. Saint Nick atop my roof, the snow falling down.
I came to tell you I heard the carolers. Singing their jingle bells as they wished me a merry Christmas.
I saw all the presents under the tree, but none of which were for me. For my sister and mother. My father and my turtle. I scoured through the boxes, checked all of the tags. Looked in all the stockings and rifling through the bags. But not one person had thought of me. Not one person had wrapped something with me in mind. Betrayed and upset, I went to my room.
There on my bed was a tiny blue box, a silver key on top. I placed the key in the lock and to my utter shock, an egg lay on top. Periwinkle blue with a dash of violet. Under that egg was crisp white sheet of paper. I removed the egg and took the paper. In gold-tinted words it was written: "Here I have given you the most exotic of all birds. The North Pole Finch. Keep it in the box for 5 days after you recieved it. In five days at exactly one o'clock, open the box. After that- wait. Yours truly, S.C."
And in five days, I opened the box at one o'clock sharp. I waited an hour. And I waited for two. After three or more, I heard a small crack. When I peered in the box, the egg had been replaced by the most beautiful of birds. A snow-white finch with a tiny gold beak and bright violet eyes. Now I knew why none had wrapped me a gift. Why none had filled me a stocking. Because I was receive the best of best gifts. Not toys nor letters or candy. I was to receive the most lovely of creatures. And my anger melted to shame as I stared at the little bird and finally to gratitude. I had not been forgotten at all.

posted 1 year ago. ( send a note )

Young Writer's Group Secret Santa says

Sorry I took so long! Finally got all my stuff written!

----------------------------

"Red-and-Green"

I'll wrap this up in red-and-green
put a shiny bow atop the tree.
Drop the tinsel 'round the room.

And when you peer underneath,
you'll find a box wrapped in red-and-green.

I left it there for you to see.
Your name sprawled on the tag.
Enchanting, dancing cursive.

The snow will melt on the burrs.
Freeze and drop on the limbs.
Each unique flake will fall-
faster, faster, falling.
It covers this world with a fitting white sheet.
A bumpy, comfy, blanket.
Frozen specks of hope.

And when you peer underneath
you'll find a box wrapped in red-and-green.

Inside is a song.
A carol, a lullaby, a roasting, roaring fire.

And when you tear the red-and-green,
it will fall away.
Inside is a box where you'll find these endless possibilities.

----------------------------
I came to tell you I saw Santa. Saint Nick atop my roof, the snow falling down.
I came to tell you I heard the carolers. Singing their jingle bells as they wished me a merry Christmas.
I saw all the presents under the tree, but none of which were for me. For my sister and mother. My father and my turtle. I scoured through the boxes, checked all of the tags. Looked in all the stockings and rifling through the bags. But not one person had thought of me. Not one person had wrapped something with me in mind. Betrayed and upset, I went to my room.
There on my bed was a tiny blue box, a silver key on top. I placed the key in the lock and to my utter shock, an egg lay on top. Periwinkle blue with a dash of violet. Under that egg was crisp white sheet of paper. I removed the egg and took the paper. In gold-tinted words it was written: "Here I have given you the most exotic of all birds. The North Pole Finch. Keep it in the box for 5 days after you recieved it. In five days at exactly one o'clock, open the box. After that- wait. Yours truly, S.C."
And in five days, I opened the box at one o'clock sharp. I waited an hour. And I waited for two. After three or more, I heard a small crack. When I peered in the box, the egg had been replaced by the most beautiful of birds. A snow-white finch with a tiny gold beak and bright violet eyes. Now I knew why none had wrapped me a gift. Why none had filled me a stocking. Because I was receive the best of best gifts. Not toys nor letters or candy. I was to receive the most lovely of creatures. And my anger melted to shame as I stared at the little bird and finally to gratitude. I had not been forgotten at all.

posted 1 year ago. ( send a note )