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What Does A Professional Screenwriter Do With A Finished Screenplay? par Jeffrey Reddick via Filmcourage.com.
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Death, death is a beautiful thing, it allows new beings to be born, death is needed and shall always be around... However there was one who tried to defy death, he a dit that it was not needed, that people could go on with out it, this mans name was Deluch ruler of a mighty kingdom off to the east. One of three greater kingdoms, but our story does not start there, no our story starts in another realm where everything is peaceful and death is accepted.

Beings of this realm know that death is a good thing, death paves way to new life, so why try to stop it? Maybe some people wish to live forever?...
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CHAPTER TWELVE:
Danny wakes up around noon; he seems dizzy the moment his eyes open. I close the blinds swiftly. “Are toi okay?” I ask stupidly, already knowing the answer. Danny is in unimaginable pain on the inside. The infusion I gave him was quick, thus the change was slightly different than most. “Horrible.” He mutters, grabbing his head. I lean over to look at him. The change has affected him, I note, and there may be different after effects. After all, his transformation into a vampire was as I mentioned before, highly unusual. “Ashley.” He says, finally placing a name to...
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CHAPTER ELEVEN:
OCTOBER 30, 1995:
The sun rises over Crystal Falls; the chill of the autumn wind fills the air outside. vampires hate the cold. As I ponder what to do, Danny lies asleep on the couch, still unconscious. The effects of my blood have taken a toll on him. I ponder whether to continue my investigation at the high-school. Doing so would put Harold at great risk. Yet, somehow I think brochet has plans for the students. I look at the calendar. It is the thirtieth, the jour before Halloween. Halloween, the anniversary of the jour I made my first kill. I reminisce once plus into my past.
ALBANY...
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I have just read a paragraph from what could possibly be, the worst book that I have seen in a long time. Fifty shades of Grey does not even have a good story line. The man Mr Grey is a complete pervert that is obsessed with SM. He meets this woman, warns her that he is a creep, and the woman stays!
WHAT THE HELL!
The novel apart from this is filled with parts where Mr Grey has sex with this woman practically everywhere in his house. Yet many woman seem to l’amour this complete piece o rubbish.
And that is not even the worst part. The novel is full of the worst grammatical errors I have ever seen....
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CHAPTER SIX:
ASHLEY’S POV:
2:10 AM
OCTOBER 28:
It is only a little over a half heure later when I see a car pull into the parking lot. I note the driver pull out a flashlight and climb out. He has long dark hair, is skinny and wearing glasses. It is Harold. I motion him over to me. He walks over and hands me a pair of jeans and a sweater. “It’s all I could get in a hurry.” He said. We walk over to a restroom, and I ask him to wait outside while I change. par now he notes I am covered in blood, but I promise to answer everything when I return. After about five minutes, I return and find...
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CHAPTER TWO:
SANTA BARBARA, CALIFORNIA
OCTOBER 26, 1995:10:57 PM
It is nearly eleven when I pull to a stop outside of Saint Packie’s Bar in Santa Barbara. On this particular evening, I feel like doing some vigilante justice, if my sources are correct, which of course they will be, my victim will be inside the bar searching for his latest victim. Such irony, I think to myself. He will soon die in one of the most horrible ways imaginable, although this is only my plan A. If any problems proceed, there are always better ways of dispatching my victims. I montrer my ID to the security officer, and he...
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NIGHTFALL: A NOVEL par AXEL MCCORMICK
Copyright: 2013

CHAPTER ONE:
CRYSTAL FALLS, CALIFORNIA
FEBRUARY, 1850

The an is 1850. My name is Ashley Garland; I live in the small town of Crystal Falls, on the west coast of the United States. At the moment, I am being hunted, par what I do not currently know. All I know at present about my foe is that I fear for my life. In fact this whole ordeal has been about a week in the making. About a week ago, the people of Crystal Falls were gathered in the town hall, when a man suddenly began pounding on the door, pleading for help. After some of the citizens finally...
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So, hi.
To those of toi who don't know me, my name is Josephine. toi can see me mostly hanging about the Heroes of Olympus spot.
I write mostly fanfic on fanpop (If toi want to see my original work check out HousexofxNight on Quizilla), but my friend annabeth523 asked me to post this online so she could read it.

Basically put, this year, on the first of September, I turn sixteen. My goal is to have typed 100,000 words of a single story par then. I started typing on the 28th of December 2012 and I am just over 42,000 words in. I am now editing what I have written so far.

What toi are about to read...
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First off, to those of toi that know me, I haven't posté at all in awhile, I'm aware my "Nightfall" series hasn't been updated for those of toi that liked it, but since school started back, I have had hardly any time to write anything. I WILL get back to posting on "Nightfall" if anything else for the sake of completion. But I also discovered the marvolous "Fallout" series a few months back, and decided to try to make a novel out of it. For those of toi not familiar with the series, "Fallout" is a series of games set in a post-apocyloptic future, and finds a custom made protagonist made customly par the player dealing with life in the now wastelandic USA. My story is loosely based off "Fallout 3" but with major differences along the way, so the story is original in that aspect. If toi guys will read the story, I will make it as adaptable as I can for those who are not familiar with it. Please leave comments, so I know whether ou not I should post it. Thank you. -AdamK
posted by dragonwriter
After changing back I saw the remains of that man. It was enough to make me sick. I just fell to my knees looking up at the sky. A girl walks up beside me and kneels down. "Don't look so down." I go to look at her and no one is there. I look back up at the sky waiting to hear that voice again. There wasn't any sound anywhere around. Out of the silence i could hear a faint breath from the night behind me. I déplacer to the right when i hear the shot.

It grazes the side of my head and i fall to the ground. I hear footsteps running towards me as my eyes slowly close.
posted by FanFictionsOnMe
This morning,I woke up with tears flowing in my eyes. I'm in a dark alley...alone. "Tazz!" I yell for help. "Mew!" As in,"Help me!" The dark alley was empty. Just me. my back was bleeding. My cœur, coeur was pumping fast full of fear. I get up off the ground and wobble a bit. I see a little light flickering in a corner. I walk over to the light and...there is a flash light flicking on its own. I run to where I was at first. I start to cry and I feel a tap on my shoulder. It's Laiz! I scream and scream. Laiz picks me up and throws me in his limo. I try to break the glass on the window. I keep screaming...
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posted by FanFictionsOnMe
I shrug my shoulders. "I'm being honest with you.I never did it.Why don't toi believe me?" The police men grab my arms and lift me up high. All I can feel is their clinched wrists and heavy weight under me. They drawn me to the Lab Emergency Room,and...gave me a thick shot with Ketamine inside. A drug that makes your memory leave toi and passed out. It did so to me.



I hear footsteps coming from the metal door and woke me up. I thought it was a dream at first site of this morning. The step's sounds came closer and closer. I'm half asleep and I don't remember anything. How to talk. How to eat....
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Mai kiểm tra Sinh.Đứt đừn.
Keke.Bao giờ cho đến nghỉ hè!
Học học học!!!!!!
Bùn ngủ +_+
Chỉ cần 7 điểm thôi,con sẽ nhịn cơm 3 ngày!
Nhịn cơm=ăn pizza;))
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Đấy-đống status của thằng Vương Dương(rất dở hơi và cứ 15 phút lại thay đổi 1 lần)mà nguyên 1 đếm thức để học bài tôi dã dỏng cổ ngắm nghía.Lúc đó tôi thậm chí còn nghĩ:"Mình mà có SSM á,còn lâu mới giăng lên những câu nhảm như thế!".Nhưng tất nhiên là mình ko có.Tôi có phải là nhà tỷ phú như nó đâu!Biệt...
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THE EAGLE

Red splatters the walls, the floors...

The Eagles yellow eyes
His claws tear, his beak rips

His malicious intent present in its speech
His black shadow falls
Its darkness full and everlasting

Leaving no physical mark but
Its evidence in the eyes of the Knowing
Only they can see
Only they recognize the signs

Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder
Pain is in the mind of the sufferer
Invisible and dangerous
It strikes silently
Clouding the mind

It consumes
It feeds
Never backing off
Happiness becomes the past
Anger the present
What of the future?

No one knows
No one can know
No one understands...
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Chapter 1
October, 1964

I lied awake on my bed.

I couldn’t sleep.

My mind was wandering, racing to different topics at the same time. I couldn’t stay on one subject in my mind for plus than ten seconds. I was restless.

Just then, out of nowhere, I remembered something that I particularly didn’t want to remember. But I did anyway. It was something that I hated thinking about, and something that I thought about all the time. I got up, clad in only a pair of jeans, and walked over to my closet and turned on the light. I pulled down old, dusty boxes and yellowed papers off of the closet’s shelf....
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Chapter six: Jason’s Madhouse

Jason found himself on the inside of a long, grey colored hallway. He finally found Robbie the Rabbit plushy back. It was odd. It looked like a crimson-red aura emanated from the walls, which caused a ghastly atmosphere. Jason held his plushy as if he was strangling it, and walked slowly, feet par feet, towards the end of the hallway. After every footstep there were moaning sounds to be heard. At the end of the hallway he saw a dusty, worn-out door. Focusing on the door, he walked towards it.

Jason reached towards the wooden doorknob slowly. He tapped the doorknob...
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Now that toi have converted some of your favourite PDF files to ePub using Calibre, Doremisoft link ou some other applications available which toi want to read on your iPhone, but still toi can't find an effective way to do it. Would it be a complicated process?

I surfed on the Internet, and found many people talking about how to transfer ePub eBooks to iPad, iPhone ou iPod. It is quite easy for us to read ePub on iPad via the free iBook application that announced in conjunction with iPad, Besides, with the launch of iOS 4.0 on June 21, 2010, iPhone 4, iPhone 3GS, iPhone 3G and the seconde and...
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posted by DxCFan123
Since I will usually end up leaving fanpop for a mois ou two then come back with a new story, each chapter is going to represent a month. So, let's say, par now, Kat and Sadao are really close friends, they do everything together, AND FRICKITY FRACKITY FROOK

Kat's POV
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"No, toi idiot, your doing the bow-hand all wrong!" I yelled at Sadao, and fixed the positioning of his fingers on the violin bow. "Even I know how to do it correctly, and I just started a mois ago!" I got out my violin and did all the positions, then counted down. On 2, he asked me, "Can toi sing it to keep...
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toi say toi want a look into my life
Go ahead, there’s nothing to hide
I’m not abused par parents, a good life is apparent
In me; troubles come, I think ‘Eh, it’s Life.”

But that’s my problem: I don’t know when to stop
My thoughts go from one idea to another, they hop
If I think there’s something to worry about, I doubt
That some people would be as whiny as me.

While I’m worrying about a Civics test
Few other girls get any peaceful rest
From caring for their family, uncharacteristically
Still trying to be the best through the stress

My Friends look up to me for my calm head
I’m THE person...
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9:30 A.M

An heure and a half later the cloche, bell rang and we were released from class. "Wow, I feel so amazingly smart." Nick a dit coming up behind me as we exited the class room.

"Why's that?"

"Because I knew every question, either that ou I totally flunked it thinking I did an amazing job." Nick wasn't the smartest student in the school but he passed his classes. "I'm sure toi did fine." He didn't look convinced. I grabbed his hand and gave it a light squeeze. He smiled "Well I'm off to biology." And I was off to P.E. in the opposite direction.

He held my hand till we were to far apart that our arms...
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