Casablanca on Conscientious

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Source: Henry David Thoreau, axemnas,Casablanca

I did this in my English class last semester after lire Civil Disobedience, we were the first class in our county to prove we could read it and understand it

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This écriture photo contains costume d'affaires and costume d’affaires. There might also be grand uniforme, uniforme de costume, uniforme de grande tenue, blues robe, blanc robe, robe blues, robe blanche, blues de la robe, robe blancs, tenue militaire, régimentaires, and regimentals.

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Human: Chapters 2 & 3

posted by sweetpea92

CHAPTER TWO
“Ok well the whole not kicking me thing is definite progress!” I a dit the uncomfortable silence was killing me. His midnight blue eyes for once showed something, I couldn’t tell if it was surprise ou anger, though it was probably anger. That seemed to be a common theme with him. He walked over to me and I noticed that his feet still didn’t make a sound as they brushed against the dry ground.
“Ok,” He said, “what gave toi the idea that I’m still human?” I rolled my eyes as I brought them up to meet his. “Well for...

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Buy my l’amour

posted by blossomyumyum

I know I asked for too much before
I know I deserved for toi to walk out the door
But toi didn’t need to give it away
I promise toi I’ll give it a try

toi don’t have to buy my love
toi don’t need to give so much
I know I asked for a lot, never seemed satisfied
The word want makes me needy
Cause toi don’t have to buy my love

Wants have become a trigger
I’ll put your white string around my finger
Shouldn’t have asked
I never should’ve asked

toi shouldn’t be buying love,
Don’t give it all away to me
I hope toi finally see
That wanting from toi makes me feel
toi shouldn’t buy my love

How Does A Writer Determine Their Strengths And Weaknesses? - Mark Sanderson

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Should Screenwriters Adapt Their Own Screenplays Into Novels? par UCLA Professor Richard Walter

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A Summer Screenwriting Class At UCLA with Professor Richard Walter For Non-UCLA Students

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For you, angel.

posted by blossomyumyum

Dear Noel,
I wish toi were still here. At times I go back to when we were little- we loved to eat Push Pop Ice Cream and played in the pool every jour at summer. toi were my best friend….. But we were like sisters, playing house with my little brother. Your grandmother got along with my grandmother, too- they talked to each other, and life seemed to be so easy. But then we parted par moving away. I still thought of toi every day, and every night I worried that something would happen to you. But now, you’ve left us all, and gone on to a place only toi and your sister know about, along with...

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The New Age (prologue)

posted by graystone

I don't remember how long I've been running on the open grounds. It does seem long enough. But I was determined,devoted. Up above me,I noticed the jet planes streaking through the blue-black sky. I did not care. I did,but I'm not going to pay any plus attention to it than the sinking feeling of hopelessness that wrapped my mind. The grounds were filled with rocks and sharp stones. Any other day,I would have bothered to watch my way trying not to fall onto the sharp stones which threatened to tear my skin,but not today. No,not today...
There were sirens screaming faraway,in my direction and...

The Protectors Ch. 1

posted by problematic124

****Please don't copy, Enjoy!****
Chapter 1
The new girl
The first thought that came to Phire's mind of the new accueil she was ment to live in for the suivant four years was how strange. Her new hometown looked like something from a movie ou a magazine.
If Phire hadn't known that she was in Open fields she probably would have mistaken this for L.A. ou even Hollywood.
Everywhere Phire looked there was always something there. Whether it was stores ou houses ou even forests, it all looked perfect. What was funny was that Open Fields didn't even have a single farm. Nothing personal to the place but with...

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How to stay dedicated to écriture a story, FF, etc.

posted by Pixalfirebolt

Steps for success
#1 ~ Find a subject
Find a subject that toi like. Such as fantasy, historical fiction, sci-fi, ou any other genre toi like.
#2 ~ Find a topic
Think of an idea that toi would like for your story. Make sure that it can fit into the category that you've picked previously.
#3 ~ Think of a topic sentence
If toi don't have a juicy topic sentence, readers will generally lose interest.
#4 ~ Plan ahead
It's always a good idea to plan ahead. Make sure that your story doesn't lead to a dead end, become boring over time, and make sure that toi have enough time in your daily life to type this...

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Save me (Re-write for spelling, grammar, etc.)

posted by Pixalfirebolt

Max's POV
I ran into my room crying. My head and my cœur, coeur ached. I thought it was clear I loved Fang, but I guess he didn't know. I saw him s’embrasser a blonde haired tramp at school today. I fell on my lit and burried my face in a pillow. I cried.

10 minutes later

I heard my door open, but I didn't dare to look. I knew who it was and I didn't want to talk to him. Fang sat down suivant to me and stroked my back.
"Max what's wrong?" He said, worriedly. I just shook my head.
"What's wrong?" I took my head out from under the oreiller and stared daggers at him. I didn't care my mascara was running ou that...

20 things guys should know about girls (will update as I think of more)

posted by angeladdie270

1) Girls (at the age of 15 ou so) think about sex just as much as guys do... The only catch is some of us think about it for the emotional parts, and some of us like it for the physical parts. You'd be surprised who is in which group.

2)If toi like us, tell us. Do not be worried about what we'll think, because we are flattered no matter if we like toi ou not.

3) Most of the time girls are 99% sure when a guy likes us. The only way to be 100% sure is if toi tell us.

4) For some strange reason I've always found myself to become attracted to guys that like me. (Unless they're super creepy and stalk...

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Surviving (a poem)

posted by problematic124

Her eyes were raw
But she could not cry
It was all she saw
The pain and the lies
Her hope was broken
She felt incomplete
Freedom was wanted she wanted to be
To be able to laugh
To be able to smile
If not even once
But once in a while
She has to survive
She has to survive
It's the only thing that could keep her alive
Her eyes started to water
But she held the tears back
She never wanted
To be seen like that
Her life was of ruins
She hurt a real lot
Her family was gone
And left to rot
It was a long time
And yet it still hurt
She felt like a crime
And even worse
But she needed to survive
They would want it that way
So...

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Remembering Lisa

posted by dawnisbeauty

She sat there,at the foot of the bed,holding the book in her trembling hands.Rain fell,slamming against the window.The room was cold,dark,gloomy despite the bright blue of the walls.Somehow,blue didnt seem so bright anymore..not without her wide dimpled smile to liven it up.Lisa...the name filled her mind,sending little pinpricks of raw pain throughout her body.Lisa,bright thrteen an old Lisa,her only little sister was gone.Tears spilled from Jane's eyes.She looked out the window.Max was standing in the porch,his handsome face tight with concern.Somewhwere in her mind,she,Jane knew it was...

A Strange Meeting Part 1

posted by princess_mimi

salut guys...I'm very much nervous... This is my very first writing.. I've never write anything in my whole life except for school essays ....I will update it in 3 parts... please if u like it leave a comment... criticism is also well-comed

Darjeeling,India. Darjeeling is definitely one of the most beautiful places on the earth. Every single thing of Darjeeling is beautiful. Its a dit that Great dangerous are always lurking behind every beautiful thing, same is here. Every single thing have its own story here. Some of them will make toi happy and the others will make toi sad ou it will make you...

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Save Me Ch. 8

posted by para-scence

"Alessa! What happened?!" Micah shouted. I had a long, somewhat deep scar around my face. Last night Dad pushed me down the stairs, and the railing had scratched my face. But I just shook my head.

"Nothing. I just fell," I said. He sighed and shook his head.

"Would toi please be plus careful? Do toi know what it'd do to me if anything happened to you?" I frowned.

"I'm sorry," I a dit quietly. He rolled his eyes and hugged me.

"C'mon. We're late for school."

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After school, I told Micah I wanted to go to the park ou something; just to have fun. I didn't tell him I was still afraid to go home. He...

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My life Story

posted by StarWarsFan7

Author's Note: "Look, now I am going to tell toi a story of the life of Rosemary Vega a.k.a me."

I am 11 years old.
My birthday is on March 25.
I am very talented at écriture stories, chant like famous people (example: Shakira, Selena Gomez, Demi Lovato and Lady Gaga) I l’amour to act!
When I grow up I want to be singer ou a voice actress.
I am interested in étoile, star Wars, Pokemon, Everybody Hates Chris and George Lopez.
My favori pokemon are: Jirachi, Roserade, Mismagious and Meganium.
I was born in Wilson, North Carolina.

Thank toi for giving me your time to read this article! :D

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That Wasn't Your Fight[Ch.6]

posted by HarryPLover

"Overall, I can say that I do l’amour him.."<3

"Overall, I can say that I do love him.."<3

I was still in his tight embrace. I never noticed how warm he was. Well maybe because I have never really hugged him like this before. I was just happy to have him back.
"Mmmmm. I missed you." I heard him whisper in my ear.
"Mmmm...No I'm pretty sure I missed you." I manged to whisper back. It felt a little weird saying that too him. I didn't want to be all rude and not say it back, but I just.. I still haven't decided whether I actually wanna go through with this ou not.
Granted, I did say that I do l’amour him like l’amour him, l’amour him, but at the same time I l’amour him as my best friend and right...

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An Unforgetable Place-Part 3

posted by rAsberrStrarS

He took my face in his hands, so normally-as if it were a natural instinct to be doing something like this with me.
My breath caught in my throat,as we inclined our heads towards each other in perfect unison.
His lips were warm and soft and sweet,all at the same time,the sensation blinded me.That he was s’embrasser me,not other better girls who'd had plus experience.My cœur, coeur was beating like a birds wings fluttering together in my chest.
Taylor pressed his forehead against mine ans sighed,his breath warmed my face.
We pulled back form each other but still twined our fingers together like we were never...

My story

posted by 4evercherylcole

It was a cold, breezy Autumn evening while Anna Brown, a reasonably fair girl, was watching EastEnders. She loved this programme and never missed it.

Anna, like I said, was a reasonably fair girl. Her kindness and helpfulness would sometimes flatter people. When she was a little girl, people used to 'oooh' and 'aaah' at her cuteness.

Soon Anna's Mother put her to bed. Her Mother told her to go to lit early that night for her Mother had a surprise in-store for her the suivant morning. It was for Anna's 9th birthday and she was extremely excited.

During...

Kat: a pet like no other 1

posted by woowie

Isabella and I were driving through the darkness of Florida. We had gotten married a an earlier, and decided it was time we got a pet. Finally, we came to the adress we were looking for.

At the door, there was a woman, and suivant to her was a large, purple, alien. "I'm Charlotte, and this is Penelope, the proud mother." a dit the woman. Penelope happily greeted us. "Where's the dad?" I asked.

"Oh, Zapnis? I honestly don't know where he ran off to this time. I suppose toi want to see the babies?" she led us into a room. One ran forward, and crashed into my legs. She was light pink. "Boys are...