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posted by BellaSwan636
Shaun

A jour passed. I didn't hear from her. I didn't have her new cell number, I couldn't contact her.

I started the two and a half heure long drive to where she she lived.

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I knocked on her door. She didn't answer. I couldn't blame her. She probably hated me right now.

I tried the handle, and it swung open easily. Deathly quiet.

I suddenly saw a piece of paper stuck to her bedroom door. I saw my name. I ripped it of and read what was written.

Shaun,

I'm leaving. Please, please, don't tell anyone why. Pretend toi don't know. Act like I never existed.

Don't come looking for me. I want toi to finish college, and déplacer on. toi deserve happiness, which I can't ever give you, no matter how much I wish I could. And don't blame yourself. It's my fault. It's entirely my fault.

I still l’amour you, and I always will.

Serena.


toi gave me happiness, Serena. And I'll always blame myself. I a volé, étole your future. I have no reason to ever want anyone else. toi are and toi always will be my everything.

I turned around, with the letter still in my hand. I'd do whatever it took to do everything she asked of me. I owed her that much. I loved her too much.
I stopped in place, there he was, my dream guy just standing meters away. He doesn't know my name, he doesn't know I exist but I couldn't help myself. I started vers l'avant, vers l’avant my eyes locked on him. We were a metre apart when suddenly he was gone. He just disappeared leaving a puddle of dust. I couldn't believe it we were so close to being together and then right before my eyes he vanished into a puddle. I covered the remaining metre and bent down. Slowly I reached out, my hand brushed the dust lightly. It was so soft and smooth, like the beautiful sand on a clear beach.
I was mesmerized par it. It...
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posted by alice_cullen_12
Day 1 of my diary
Dear Esmerelda (diary),
Death is my new favori word. Closely followed par tragedy. I made a liste of my new favori words since "He Who I Can Not Name, Because He Broke My Heart" left. Oh, all right. His name is . . . John. Oh, I want to die! Anyway, here's the list:

1. Death

2. Tragedy

3. Suicide

4. Hate

5. Nothing

6. Night

7. Darkness

8. Devil

I don't know what to do. I decided that I would wear all black. I'm going goth. He Who I Can Not Name hated goths. I like the Goth Club at my school. I never have to smile ou laugh. And we trade ways to kill ourselves every Wednesday at...
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posted by CheeryDavis
Death? a 5 letter word with so much meaning and so much finality! there is nothing good about death so many have gone before there time, so many die with there whole lives ahead of them. death to me is like a theif in the night. they take what they want and then when morning comes ur left to deal with the repercuussions. thats a lot like death people die and are taken away so suddenly and u r the one left to deal with it all, with ur grief and ur lonliness. the feeling of loss, devestation, and overwhelming sadness. Ur left to try to make since of ur world. i think when people die that's when...
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posted by Chandlerfan
I posté this in the House MD Fanfiction spot, and it was quite well received, so I thought I'd post it here too. Any comments/criticisms are welcome.
I hope toi like it!



A lonely man sits at home; long, gracious fingers teasing beautiful musique out of a piano. The piano knows what no one else knows: his feelings which the piano lets loose every time he plays, yet failing to let anyone know about them; musique without lyrics.

A lonely woman sits in a cafe, nursing a hot cup of coffee, as if she were looking deep into its soul and letting her feelings flow from her to the coffee; she could trust...
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posted by jarik
Here's some conseil for all toi budding poets out there. Start a poésie journal and start écriture a poem everyday.

To get started all toi need is a notebook and a pencil. Everytime you're inspired par something you've experienced write it down while it's still fresh in your mind.

You'll find that a lot of what you've written is rubbish but that does not matter. What matter is you're getting into the habit of écriture on a regular basis and par doing that your skills as a poet will improve with the practice toi will get par keeping a poésie journal.
posted by rpattz_21
Teary-eyed I stared at his angelic face
A dream this can only be.
For I Lost him year's before.
But here he stands gently smiling.
I lay a hand to my cœur, coeur to steady it.
Trying to clear my mind I close my eyes,
And slowly chant only a dream...
Something touched my face lightly.
Opening fast my eyes find his hand.
My hand ever so quickly goes to
his, and feels his hot skin under mine.
I started to speak but his fingers came over my mouth.
I smell that soft smell
that could only belong to him.
As I started grasping the idea of him
being real, he suddenly disappears.
My eyes quickly open with tears falling fast.
It was only a dream..........
Just an interesting look at different écriture methods.
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monty python
john cleese
michael palin
eric idle
I woke up that morning exhausted and numb. I had no idea where I was, and for a divisé, split seconde I panicked. Then, like floodgates opening, it all came back. The hurt, the tears, the anger; my newest scar. Suddenly I had an idea. What if this was all just a terrible nightmare? What if Lyn was waiting for me in the cuisine like always? I hurried out of bad, pausing to only make sure I was decent for my cousins. I stepped out of the room onto the cold tile. The house had an eerie morning silence, so with every step I took I hesitated. I hadn't prayed in a long time but I did then. "Please, pretty...
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posted by Emoshinell
Here is a poem I wrote about the boy I love. It doesn't rhyme but it doesn't have to to be a poem. Send ou commentaire feedback.
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To me, Will is plus than a name. This is what it means to me:

W is for the softest whisper in the sweetest breeze of spring.

I is for the icy chill that goes down my spine when toi spare me a small glance my way.

L is for the look my penetrating eyes give toi when toi turn away from me; when I want most for toi to stay close to me.

And L is for the unconditional and irrevocable and irrational l’amour I feel for your soul.

Without you, my cœur, coeur is silent. toi arethe only one who has touched my cœur, coeur and it will always be yours. toi are my only love. I've left my cœur, coeur with you; look over it closely. It's your only responsibilty. Protect it from all harm. toi are the only one who who ever has and ever will touch my soul. And it too is yours.
posted by gossipgirlxoxo
“Hey” Ethan greeted me and nodded and smiled as much as I didn’t want to get into the whole boy suivant door thing, he had a hot body that toi could see through his tight shirt, and his brown hair matched his dark brown eyes. “Hey, where’s Thor?” I asked as I walked across the cuisine floor and sat myself down across from him his dark brown eye’s still no me. “Getting ready, we’re going to a club tonight” he said, still eating his banane and watching me.”It’s 4 o’clock” I a dit raising my eye brow. We’re going somewhere else first, I would tell toi but I’m afraid...
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posted by Spotty_Vision21
This book is a vampire novel. Simple fact is I disliked Twilight so much I decided to write a half-decent vampire novel. So here is chapter 1
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Eve looked back at her wings. They were magnificent, pure white and shining. They stretched out about 20 feet. Grinning, she gave herself a running start and launched into the air. Momentarily just enjoying the rush, she opened her eyes and gasped. Everything looked so small! The river gracefully curved on for miles. Letting out a small giggle Eve dived. Now she could make out a few faces. Her mother, Janet, waved from the bibliothèque where she worked....
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posted by rcostelloe
 Coinage of Commitment
Coinage of Commitment
I suppose every writer faces the dilemma of criticism. Sure, some suggestions are instantly convincing ou exactly what toi thought you'd hear. But others create a quandary, like a double-edged sword. Should toi accept the criticism, make changes in your work ou your style, ou stick with your own judgment, the one toi started with? Either way, toi could be wrong, and it may take years before toi know the answer. In some cases, there may be highlights in an author's ambition level, ou sense of destination, that make the decision particularly challenging.

For instance, in my own case, I wanted...
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