écriture Article: Drifter~ A Poem

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posted by fanfly

Photograph by Ansel Adams

I'm not on the way to anything great,
I'm just drifting, drifting down this road.
The dust kicking up behind me,
Just a nuage to hide my past.
My feet don't leave any footprints,
My name never graces those lips
That I'm watching from a distance,
A distance that grows greater
As I'm drifting, drifting down this road.

I'm not on the way to anything great,
I'm just hiding, hiding down in the dark.
The shadows closing in around me,
Just a blanket to smother my past.
My eyes can't see in the gloom,
My voice never breaks the silence
That I keep deep in my heart,
A cœur, coeur that grows blacker
As I'm drifting, drifting in the dark.

aliceesme, sahour95 and 3 others like this

tvluva49 Dang. Dark. Good job though! :)

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Make Me Care About What toi Have To Say

posted by Cinders

And of course, the initial reaction to a titre like this one is, "Well, why don't you make me care about what you're saying, first?"

So I'll cut straight to the chase: When submitting a short story, ou even a poem for publication in a literary magazine, keep in mind that the editors receive hundreds of submissions a day, which means that they don't have time to read every last one of them. This is why it is incredibly important to hook them in your first few sentences, other than start slow and verbosely build up to why they should care. Therefore, this will be a succinct explanation of why...

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All he wanted...

posted by thirteen_times

He didn’t want money ou fancy cars; all he wanted was to be loved par someone, any one at all. He needed someone to care about him, not his wealth, not his ties to the rich and famous, someone that actually cared about him, the boy with bright blue eyes that sparkled in the sunlight, curly raven black hair and a boyish grin permanently plastered on his face hiding the pain of being alone. Yet no one did, all they saw was the heir to the Jeffrey Empire, the boy that was going to inherited it all. The boy, who was the prefect son living up to the Jeffrey name. They never saw the boy’s who’s arms were covered in cuts, the couteau against his skin, the blood dripping down staining the carpet, his eyes closing never to open again. No one read the note tucked into his pocket cause no one cared.

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A new world-chapter one: Gone draft

posted by liissaaxx

The only sound that could be heard in the large hospital of Melbourne was the continuous beeps from the room in which Jamie's daughter lay.

The white walls and the bright yellow lights were too much for Jamie too take and the question which he dreaded to ask himself filled his head. First of all why is my precious Stephanie in here? Nothings wrong with her she stayed at Ashley's all weekend. What could have happened? and secondly why hasn't that receptionist stopped staring at me. She hasn't looked away since i sat down.
Jamie looked down at his watch, it was eight in the morning. He had been...

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chiens

posted by Spotty_Vision21

I shouldn’t have shot the dog. I definitely shouldn’t have shot the dog. Even if he did chew upon my prized drumsticks, and feast upon my freshly-baked brownies. The little white-and-brown terror, Mickey, belonged to my neighbor. My neighbor, an 87-year-old chain-smoker named Mary, rarely left the confines of her living room. She sat, jour in and jour out, as her precious mutts wreaked havoc about the neighborhood.
You can see it! My house, the little beasts have chewed upon everything their gnashing, tiny, sharp little teeth could find. I did my best to keep them out, but the little bastards...

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Heartbreak

posted by thirteen_times

There he is just standing there, starring at toi with chiot dog eyes. He smiles briefly at toi breaking your heart. It’s all too much so toi so toi slam the door. Before the door shuts he sticks his foot in the door way stopping it.
“I just want to talk.”
“There’s nothing to talk about.” toi lie. toi don’t want to hear him apologize ou even see him. What he did hurt toi like nothing else could, still toi knew that toi loved him and toi cœur, coeur ached for him. toi wish toi could turn back time to when toi both were happy but toi know that what’s done is done.
“How about us…”...

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Gods: Chapter 8: Games

posted by gossipgirlxoxo

At lunch I went over and sat suivant to Liz, she looked up at me and smiled. “So, you’re talking to me” I said, I opened my can and took a sip out. “Yeah, I forgive you” she said, and then she turned and looked at Adam. “Is that why?” I a dit nodding at Adam. She smiled at me, and giggled. “He’s happy” The word shocked me as they came out of her mouth; I had forgotten that Adam was as Liz tells me ‘unhappy’. I gave her a light smile, I had made him happy. When the cloche, bell went it frightened me I was too Lost in my thoughts to even care about being late, so for a while I just...

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My First College Essay- Narrative

posted by daitheflu4u

A Valentine’s Gift: A Story of Determination

Every once in a while we face certain challenges in life; whether it would be at work, school, home, ou an illness. At times we don’t know if we have the courage and inner strength to get passed our obstacle. And sometimes during our worst obstacles, we can accomplish the unexpected. Depending on the challenges we face in life, we still must keep our dignity, even if we lose the battle.
The two were unprepared for the jour at the hospital, where Lisa would undergo a biopsy. They thought of the procedure...

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Why i need toi

posted by mars15

I need you
from the first moment i saw you
I need you
because you're the air i breathe
I need you
because you're the water i drink
I need you
because just the thought of seeing toi makes me want to get out of bed
I need you
because toi can with just one smile make my whole world starts to turning again
I need you
because toi make me wake up from my the most horrible nightmare without fear
I need you
because toi can give me hope when i don't have one
I need you
because even if I'm at the bottom,you're always there to help me stand up
I need you
because in this cruel world toi keep me alive
I need you
because i know that you'll never give up from me
I need you
because when no one believed in me toi were there to stand up for me
I need you
because you're everything for me
But the most important thing why i need toi is
because I'll always l’amour you!

This was in my head so i just thought to write it

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If I become a famous author.

added by vampiress015

Also very funny, don't toi just wish toi could do these things yourself?

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bran hambric

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Spirit Of Stone

posted by TDIlover226

Eddie Krinshaw walked down the side walk of the Ulysses S. Grant comunity park. It was almost dark and the sun was starting to set. He needed to get accueil before his curfew, ou his parents would get mad. He walked through the park gates, then across the rue to his house. Just as he was getting ready to do his homework, there was a pounding on his window. He waited until the pounding stopped, then he opened the window to see his friend Vincent Samson standing there with a dart gun in his hands. "What are toi doing!" a dit Eddie. "I found this cool construction site down town" a dit Vincent.
"And...

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fanpop poésie Contest!

posted by Cinders

Photo by Steve McAlister

salut there, everyone! It's the start of a brand new year, and I know we all have brand new ideas for our lives. That is why I want to open this an up with the first ever fanpop poésie contest! It's basic and simple, because everyone can write poetry, and it's short which means everyone can read all of the submissions in a brief period of time, whereas stories may take longer. However, if you're a story-writer (I sympathize), never fear! If this contest goes well, I may sponsor a fanpop Short Story Contest afterwards.

Established Rules
1) Any piece of poésie is accepted, so long as it is not...

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écriture

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auteur Jennifer Finney Boylan Book Tour

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Beautiful

posted by Dearheart

For Kay, my dear sister in Jesus. May this small tale help to remind toi how beautifully and wonderfully made toi are in the eyes of the Great Artist.

~~ Beautiful ~~

Once upon a time, not long il y a and not far away, there lived a wise and skillful artist who loved to paint. He delighted in making magic with color and bringing all the images he saw in his head to life in his pictures.

One day, he was painting something extra special. His brush dipped in and out of the swirling couleurs and flew across the canvas in expert strokes; dabbing here, blending there, moving swiftly in a joyful, marvelous...

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What's in a writer's bag?

added by vampiress015

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gnomes

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Vialo: proligue

posted by khfan12

Vialo By: Josie Mahre

Prolige
"Run, Ella, run!" a dit Vialo. "I'm running as fast as I can!" Ella said. Vialo is a 14-year-old girl with the unique name Vialo Tarah Wilson, also, she has superpowers and the ability to take over / rule the universe / save the universe. Her friend, Ella Newbie, also has superpowers. "Ella, we can hide here." a dit Vialo. "Vialo, go on without me. I'll catch up." a dit Ella. "No. I'll just telaport us out." a dit Vialo. "No! Vialo, they'll find toi easier!" a dit Ella. All of a sudden, some people walked up to them. "You two aren't out yet?" asked one. "No Jasper....

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Abiola Abrams Book Release Party for novel Dare

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Fight Club auteur Chuck Palahniuk

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Gods: Chapter 4: Dead

posted by gossipgirlxoxo

That night I locked my windows it seems it only really brings me trouble. But again I couldn’t sleep. “Knock, knock” Dawn a dit coming in her voice was gentle. “Hey, you’re up late” I a dit getting out of bed. “Yeah, what did Ethan do?” she said, Dawn could read your anger. “Nothing, there was just a misunderstanding, that’s all” I said. “Really?” she said. “Well we kissed” I a dit now sitting on my bed. She followed and sat down suivant to me. “Wow, Why?” she asked, “Why would toi ask me why?” I asked. “Because toi have always a dit that toi would never go...

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Waiting for Mr Right (heartache)

posted by XhuddyobsessedX

I looked out the window at the man I wanted to be with. He doesn't know my name ou that I watch him leave for work everyday. He doesn't even know I live suivant door to him. But, one jour that will change.
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The suivant jour I brought myself to go meet the man I had watched from my window for so many years. I wanted to know evetything about him. And most of all, I wanted him to know everything about me. From the seconde I saw him I knew we were ment to be.

I went up to his door and knocked on it. It opened. He looked at me with curiosity.

"Can I help you?"

"Um..yes...