écriture Article: My Unamed Story pt. 4

posted by boomboombunni

Andrew finally realized that he was in his room. "This must have been Elizabeth's room!" He decided to go to lunch soon after the thought of living in a haunted room really hit him. He went to the little cafe near the entrance. after he had eaten plus than his share of myrtille turnovers, he went back to his room and fell asleep. Andrew felt something warm beside him. It felt good, whatever it was, so he turned over and put his arm around it. It was definitely a who, because their cœur, coeur accelerated, and they snuggled up to him. When Andrew woke up, he had his arm around Liz (Elizabeth), and she was... SLEEPING!!!! Andrew shook her awake, and she looked up in surprise. "ANDREW! Where am I??!" Liz practically shrieked in fear. Andrew tried to calm her and a dit gently, "You were sleeping Liz. Just sleeping." Poor Liz screamed this time, "Andrew, I can't sleep!!!"

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l’amour is Wild: Chapter 12

posted by sawfan13

It was the jour to go back to good ole' NYC. Man, it's going to be so weird. The transitions from the actual jungle, to a city that everyone around calls "a jungle". Howl was sitting beside of me on the airplane. I put on my headphones, as he sat very adorable-like, looking all over at where he was going. I stroked his hair, assuring him everything is going to be okay. He smiled back at me and kissed me on the hand. I laid my head on his arm, as the plane took off.

Hours and hours went by. I felt exutiating pain in my butt from sitting too long. Even though it was a first class private airplane,...

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writers group, session 5

posted by pixie09

this is a story that i wrote for my practice an 12 exams, its theme was 'circle'
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The girl strode on, her capuche, hotte firmly over her head, her eyes fixed on the horizon. Around her, the cars grew less, but the trees grew plentiful. The orb-like moon rose steadily into the sky making visibility almost possible through the canopy of ever increasing leaves.

None of this mattered. The girl strode on, her face set, her one intention clear in her mind.

The cercle must have closure.

At this thought, the girl lengthened her stride, each step crunching the fallen,...

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Blacktie Dinner.

posted by GreenLight24

4444, Desperata Ave.

Author's Note: Well hello faithful readers and amoureux of écriture alike! This is the sequel to the story "Blacktie." on this club. So, if u haven't read it, go ahead a check it out, as this requires some prior knowledge. If u have read it, then awesome! Revenge is a dish best served in a tuxedo! lol.

The nighttime air was calm and the sky was dyed with a deep and reflective blue-black shade. Blacktie was still giddy over the successful trial run of his mental recall technology. He brushed himself off lightly and straightened his bow tie as he began to walk down Meredith rue towards his final...

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poem, capture my cœur, coeur

posted by whitelion

love, a word that can bring much joy ou much pain
it can put the cœur, coeur at ease ou under strain
and as that word to each other we spoke
it made our hearts complete and not broke

a feeling unlike any other i felt
as toi heavenly eyes made my cœur, coeur melt
toi were always the one, i could tell
cause from the moment i saw toi in l’amour i fell

the words to describe toi a poet can never posses
toi were always the one that was hard to impress
toi wanted plus than poésie and fleurs could give
because only on true l’amour your cœur, coeur could live

to capture my cœur, coeur for toi it only took
one moment one smile and one unforgettable look

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a look inside my head.

posted by KatiiCullen94

my thoughts at the moment..

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i dont know what people see anymore.
i think plus people decide what it is they really saw, jsut to make them feel better.
Because anything can be anything toi want it to be.

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i dont think toi relize it when your changing, because your always feeling normal, its takes someone to look at you, that someone doesn't have to know you, to tell toi your wrong about self.

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The biggest mistake toi can make it letting someone too close, because like newtons first law, one will continue to do whatever it is doing unless a force interuppts. That force can be anything....

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My Best Authors of All Time (In My Opinion)

posted by sapherequeen

Edgar Allen Poe - #1

Okay, so this is a countdown of my most favori authors of all time. It goes from igood #10 to magnficient #1.

I am also so happy for myself because this is technically my first work of écriture that I will soon publish.....

Alright, here it is;

1. Edgar Allen Poe - He has had a rough life filled with death, grief, abandonment, and misery, and his ways to cope with these difficult emotions were his magnificent stories and peoms that we enjoy to this day. Also, he and I can relate...
2. Stephen King - He has this enigmatic personality that makes toi wonder and puzzle, and he's a bit of an oddball...

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In l’amour With My Best Friend

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POEM: Faith

posted by June4

A family who lives on a boat
Doesn’t want land but water to float.
Sometimes afraid to sink down
Of many holes they have around.
All what’s left is hope and faith.
A girl on the bateau is very sick,
But the thoughtless father’s brain never gave a kick.
Never thought about what would happen,
That’s why they’re Lost with a big reason.
All what’s left is 35 feet of rope and faith.
Believing in your heart,
There is a big feeling where to start
Never give it up nor never have enough.
toi know what toi want,
toi know some things that toi can’t have.
All what’s left is hope and faith.

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Reincarnation (Book four)

posted by Cries_Bloodlova

Chapter 1
The party
“Eliza come on down its time to get ready!” my dad yelled from down stairs. Today was some sort of party and my dad was dragging me into it. To be honest I rather stay accueil and read I ran down stairs in my underwear. My dad dressed me in a poofy baby blue dress with tights underneath. He put black shoes that where shiny and open at the haut, retour au début with a strap that went an across and a small heel on my feet. He did my bronze colored hair so that it was no longer flat; it had some poofy volume to it. Then he walks to a mirror.
“Look at this eye candy.” I a dit my father laughs....

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Blind: Chapter 2

posted by Insight357

The cloche, bell rang, Elizabeth, and Wyatt had to go to class. They had every class together except for first period. Elizabeth went to art class while Wyatt went to music.
All through art Elizabeth drew out a sketch of her left wrist. This piece of artwork would be hanging on the mur outside the art room. She was glad people would see it. She was going to be curious to see how many people she could piss off.
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During musique Wyatt stared out the window, thinking. Thinking of the best time to tell Elizabeth. He figured he would do it during Algebra two. It would be one of the easiest classes to...