écriture Article: The plot for my unnamed story

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posted by deathchick9

Syayuki Kimihiro,is a normal Japaneses high school girl trying to find her place and make friends,but when she was 5 she was taken from her home,she has many nightmares about this event even after 11 years,These nightmares consist of demons monsters and gargoyles.Her family says that it's normal sines she was found unconscious with no memories of this horrible event,now she has episodes where she has excruciating chest pain till she falls unconscious.Her mother being a doctor was able to make a vaccine for her but it only works for one day.Suddenly four new students appear making her episodes and nightmares worse.As if that's not bad enough now there are strange marks on her left wrist that hurt like hell.Do these new students have something to do with it and why is the leader constantly flirting with her?

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DestinyStarx definately something i would read mate x

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Trapped

posted by liviabutterfly

Chapter [#2]

Narrators POV

An old man in a manteau walked into the neighborhood in which Olivia lived. Everyone stared at him as he walked around.

Olivia's POV

I smiled brightly as I dived into the ocean, "wait up!!!" Oliver laughed as my five brothers ran after me with surfboards, buggy boards, buckets for picking up sea shells, and dad brought out our special maid sandcastle buckets. They were big and made the best structures ever!!! Plus our family is known for our sand castles/structures. I smiled and dived down, feeling the salty cold water against my skin, it's the best feeling ever. When...

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My Mystery Object (short story)

posted by fin900

I walked for so long, looking for something, not knowing what that someone thing actually was. The sky bleeding with an orange sunset as the sun moved ever so slowly below the horizon. I stopped in my tracks ans stared for a moment, than went back to searching for my mystery object. This was a great time to take in the woods which have always scared me. It wasn't bad walking through them. everything was orange from the ending of summer. It was like walking in those stories toi always hear about. Just then, a soft rustle in the bushes interrupted my thoughts. Not knowing...

Protako- Chapter One

posted by BennieBear27

Chapter One

My alarm went off at 7:00 on the morning February 8th, 2017. I reluctantly sat up on the edge of my lit and yawned.

"Morning." I heard a voice say. My eyes were still closed.

"Luna?" I mumble. "That you?"

"Yep." I open my eyes to see Luna Middleton standing three feet diagonal from me.

I shared a room with her, her twin sister Kyla, and my brother Jacob. That's how everyone does here. toi live with your twin and your SIDA partner.

"So, sleepy head." she smirked. "You gonna get up ou what? If not, I'll eat your breakfast for you."

I don't reply and shake my head.

"Oh, come on!" Luna...

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"Writing Is Its Own Reward": citations About écriture

posted by tamore

Write hard and clear about what hurts.
-Ernest Hemingway

There is nothing to writing. All toi do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.
-Ernest Hemingway

Everybody walks past a thousand story ideas every day. The good writers are the ones who see five ou six of them. Most people don’t see any.
-Orson Scott Card

For me, écriture is exploration; and most of the time, I’m surprised where the journey takes me.
-Jack Dann

The hardest thing about écriture is writing.
-Nora Ephron

If a writer falls in l’amour with you, toi can never die.
-Mik Everett

Don’t try to figure out what other people want to hear from...

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Prologue to my fantaisie book. Feedback needed.

posted by StarPotterRings

Prologue
The wind was howling like loups in the night, and Will sat shivering in his post. The tourelle on which he sat overlooked a tall rock ledge that sloped into the ocean.
“Why do I get this bloody post.” he a dit to himself. The air was so cold up there that it sank right into your bones. Even though Will had dressed as warmly as he could with a thick woolen cloak, he could still feel the icy fingers creeping up his back. The feu in the brazier barely helped either.
“Nothing as always.” he a dit as he looked out to the edge of the sea. He had taken to talking to himself when he...

Obessed: A Tayor Lautner/FSOG fanfiction

posted by LetsKillTonite

I went back into the steamy kitchen. Chefs everywhere making different kinds of hamburgers. What am I doing in the hot kitchen? I'm grabbing plates of food. I'm a waitress at Reynolds Diner, a retro 50's diner. It's very popular, and always is busy. . . Like right now! It was hard getting this job, seeing as toi have to be people friendly, make sure not to spill the food, and having a good memory.
"Excuse me miss, can I have a refill of Coke?" A lady asked me. I nodded my head, and smiled at her.
It was nice working here, seeing as I get paid a nice amount of money, and see a celebrity ou a few....

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My haut, retour au début ten must read livres

posted by nimone

1 being the best 10 the worst
These livres are great for summer lire I can honestly say that anyone that reads them will want to read them again.

10. Deacula par Bram Stoker
9. The Hobbit par Tolken
8. I'm the king of the château par Susan Hill
7. 1984 par George Orwell
6. The secret diary of Adrian môle, mole par Sue Townsend
5. Pride and prejudice par Jane Austine
4. Jane Eyre par charlotte Bronte
3. Lord of the Flies par William Golding
2. The curious incident of the dog in the nighttime par Mark Haddon
1 Rebecca par Daphne du Maurier

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Dont Say Goodbye

posted by ejenk1025

Chapter 2

I pull into the driveway of the cafe. I look into my rear view mirror. I look good. (Laugh) I get out of the car then fix my clothes. I'm ready. Just be yourself. Ok. I'm walking in. Don't fall. Don't fall .. He sees me. Just walk up to him.

"Hey."
"Hey. Glad toi could make it." a dit Lucas
"I'm glad toi could make it, too."
"Well. I work here so..." a dit Lucas
"You work here? Cool."
"Yeah. This is actually my mom's cafe. Let me introduce you." a dit Lucas
"Oh goody." I a dit nervously

Good impression. Good impression. Good impression.

"Mom, this is Brooke. Brooke, my mom." a dit Lucas
"Pleasure...

Eating out in SF

posted by ZekiYuro

Whatever nourriture you're looking for-an all-you-can-eat breakfast,a quick lunch,a romantic dinner-you'll find it in San Francisco.The city is accueil to over 4500 restaurants and eating places.And they're not only for tourists.On average,San Franciscans eat out 267 times a year.

You can eat nourriture from anywhere in the world,from afghan to Argentinian,and from Vietnamese to vegetarian.With Mexican fast food,Italian bakeries,hundreds of Thai,Chinese,Vietnamese,and Korean restaurants,and in-and-out Japanese noodle shops,it's possible to eat your way round the world during a single San Francisco weekend....

Hourglass - Chapter Five

posted by alicia386

Chapter Five

Mason met Olivia at his favori restaurant. It was a perfect jour for a dîner date. The sun was shinny, the clouds were extra white, and the herbe seemed greener then ever. If only she knew that this was a dîner date. He signed the last autograph for today as Olivia sat across from him at their round table. Her hair was curly and in a ponytail. Then she wore a red dress with a thick, black ceinture in the middle. His seconde impression of her was still the same, gorgeous. This rendez-vous amoureux, date was going pretty well but Cassidy dresses better. Mainly because Cassidy is rich but he didn't want to...

Hourglass - Chapter Four

posted by alicia386

Chapter Four

Olivia was extra busy today. Today was the first jour of the movie shoot for Hourglass. Before they could even start recording the movie, the would have to check up on everything. The wardrobe had to perfect. The scenes had to be accurately planned out. Then they had to make sure that all of the camera crew was positioned. Olivia wouldn't be able to receive the permits until tomorrow. So they couldn't start filming until then. She followed closely behind Mason as he did the daily check up.

Mason went straight towards wardrobe and the outfit choices. The outfit for Charlotte's arrival...

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Remembering is Just an Invention of the Mind

posted by hgfan5602

Remembering is just an invention of the mind,
So toi need not try to remember something,
toi remember it automatically.
Which is the best thing that toi could have.

The good times that we had...
It is placed in a portion of your mind.
The bad times that we had...
It is placed in the other part of your mind.

toi try to forget all of the bad things that happened,
But it is not possible.
It is stuck in you.
The bad things are painted in ink on your heart.

The good things, toi try to remember.
And they stay.
They never go.
Never leave you.

Remembering is just an invention of the mind.
And, well...I guess I'm happy for that.
So I can remember every friend I've had,
Every boyfriend,
And all the good times.
Every memory will never leave my heart.
They will never be forsaken.
Never.

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Executed Innocence

posted by Problematic129

*Poem I wrote for a class project on the holocaust.
DON'T COPY*
Different in ways they couldn't control
Killed for reasons we do not know
Ranging from ages young to old
The innocent people were taken from homes
Soulless people did not care
That the Jewish were in despair
Concentration camps ending their screams
Breaking apart their families
Not once did they do anything wrong
They opened their mouths and sang a sad song
Years went par and plus pain came
Until on one very special day
As one we all saved
The survivors of the Holocaust

Half and Half overlook

posted by hatjune

It is 120 years into the future and the Rights Organization is stronger than ever. They are killing plus people than ever and there are only three people that can save the World and they are children. Jordan is a thirteen an old witch and is the daughter of the Greek god sun, Apollo. Mark, a fourteen an old wizard who is the son of Demeter. And last but not least Ivy is a thirteen an old daughter of Ares and a great witch. These three children are the worlds only hope. Read Half and Half, The Begining of the End.

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Be Proud, you're a Donkey! (A short story)

posted by sahour95

Stan, the young donkey, was wandering sadly around the barn. He seemed hopeless and wounded and had no desire to speak to any of his fellow donkeys; even talking to his father was not appealing to him that exact moment. In fact, he was feeling ashamed of having a donkey father. He was ashamed of being a donkey altogether.
As the moon and stars scattered across the dark, blue sky, Stan decided he no longer to wander. He needed some solution, he needed reassurance, and only his grandfather seemed appropriate for that particular job.
Grandpa Roger was sleeping peacefully in the barn. He had become...

Childhood Friends, Adult Crush [01] (slash/boyxboy)

posted by Insight357

Bane’s POV

I laid in the grass, watching the clouds. I was beginning to dose off, right before sleep took me, a body pounced on me. I groaned, and looked up. A shaggy haired boy was sitting on my chest, giggling. My best friend, Christian.
    “Get off!” I yelled rolling over. He slid off me.
    “Party pooper,” Christian stuck his tongue out at me. He was so childlike, but that was something I had always loved about him. That’s also why we got along so well. He was hyperactive and loud, while I was cynical and quite.
    I...

The apprentice

posted by Hades223

CHAPTER 1

Jason Card sat at his bureau in his science classroom bored out of his mind. He hated science. It was his least favori subject. Mainly because it was the last subject of the jour and par that time Jason was usually ready to go home.
Mr. Form droned on and on about chemicals ou something. Jason didn’t listen. He just sat at his bureau and drew on some paper. He was a very good drawer.
Jason Card was a fourteen an old as of yesterday. His black messy hair never gave in to a brush which usually meant it was mangled and messy and went down to his ears. He was wearing a simple red t-shirt...