écriture Article: Falling Behind Ch.1

posted by tigerseye43

Flair sat at the haut, retour au début of a 20 story building, her legs dangaling over the edge. She smiled and closed her eyes as the breeze flowed through her hair. She had on a black crop haut, retour au début with the words 'love life' written in or cursive letters across it and had on black skinny jeans. She wore black high haut, retour au début Converse and a black chain collier with a charm on it. She looked out over the city and sighed. A few tears rolled down her cheeks and fell to the ground below.
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Lane was walking down below a tall building. He felt something wet hit his arm and he curiously looked up. He could barely make out the girl sitting ontop of the building. He climbed the feu escape and silently walked up behind the girl. Then he sat down suivant to her.
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Flair looked at the boy who had just sat down suivant to her.
"Oh Lane..." she a dit quietly. She wrapped her arms around him and cried silently into his shoulder. Lane wrapped his arms around her and gently stroked her hair.
"Everything is gonna be okay, Flair." he a dit softly."I promise."
commentaire and tell me if I should write the suivant chapter.

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Rollercoasters - A Bumpy, Crazy Ride of a Poem

posted by Dearheart

slowly climbing

inch par inch

bringing me closer

to my doom

papillons of

anticipation

flutter nervously

in my stomach

knuckles whiten

jaws clench

what have I

gotten myself into

the suspense

is killing me

I'm going to hate it

I'm going to l’amour it

I might lose my lunch

but I don't care

heaven help me

here it comes...

...

I hold my breath...

...

and then
I scream
my stomach
drops
my breath
is stolen
my heart
is pounding
adrenaline
courses
through
my veins
amid screams
of sweet terror
I fling up
my hands
and ride on
the wings
of Thrill!

Gods: Chapter 7: feu and Ice

posted by gossipgirlxoxo

I walked in and saw Dawn and Thor. I walked over and gave them both a look. “Where are mom and dad” I asked looking around the house. Dawn smile. “Still in Australia” I looked at Dawn with a confused smile. “Well then what’s going on” I asked. I was angry at Thor and Dawn and not because of Liz ou that mom and dad were still in Australia, but because they weren’t telling me anything. “Well?” I asked. Thor looked at me but he didn’t smile he just stared at me. “We were told to go home, we don’t know anything” he a dit in a palourde voice. I heard a bang, I turned and saw...

2

Come What May

posted by CheeryDavis

Hi, so this is my first story put on here! It's in poem style so i thought what the foins, hay i'll post it! so here it is:

the sky turns black and gray
all the color withers away
but in your arms i will stay
come what may

the lights could dim
the sky could fall
the world could stand still
but your arms are all i can feel
and in them i will stay
come what may

the waves come crashing
pulling me into the deep
but your arms are all i can feel washing over me
and as toi pull me up and hold me close
i know that toi will never let go
in your arms i will stay come what may

the sky shines bright for the first time is...

5

My True Love- "For Coach Joy"

posted by iluvtheshow

I remember the jour I fell in love.
Not just simple love.
No, this was head over heels, I'd die for toi love.
I remember where I fell in love.
A small middle school in a small town.
A place toi could easily miss.
I remember the my matchmaker.
A short women, but with plus feu then toi could ever imagine.
plus passion for what she does then I had ever seen.
I remember my girlfriends who were with me.
My athletic, sassy, fun-loving chicks.
My flirting consultants.
I remember him.
Good God, he was beautiful.
Yes, I remember the jour I fell in love.
True Love.
Head over heels love.
With..................
Basketball.

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This is dedicated to my first real basketball, basket-ball coach. She taught me not just how to play basketball, but how to be part of a team. I have so much respect for her and I know I should thank her everyday for helping me fall in love. For Coach Joy.

5

Sorrows BTW THIS IS 6 YRS OLD,

posted by CullensFinest13

toi hurt me I hope toi die I cant belive I trusted toi I cant belive I loved toi I cant belive I stayed up and worried that toi wouldnt call. I cant belive that i loved toi i trusted toi and cared for you. im tired of toi its time i let toi go but your always there toi wont leave me alone...its time for toi to leave so never come back walk out of my life i am going to lock my door and never let toi back in stay out so i can be happy toi need toi need to die let me live my own life toi shouldnt be controlling me anymore im not property im a human and i dont belong to the likes of you, toi were...

20

Step-by-step guide: Mary Sue's

posted by vampiress015

I presuming we all joined this spot 'cos we l’amour to write, right? If so then toi all know what I'm talking about when I say that we all l’amour our main characters and sometimes want to make them the best people in the world.

B-O-R-I-N-G

Yes, we want to make our main character gets the best out of the story, since it's their story. But if they're the best people in the world it doesn't really make them believable and then the reader just doesn't care about them (which is hard to understand cos we as the writer l’amour em, but unfortunantley it's true)

So here is my step-by-step guide to make sure that...

2

Dreaming of Nightmares

posted by Sweet_Pants

Just a poem. I hope it isn't much of a bother to rate.

I dream of all things

Uncertain of dark deeds and pasts

Within these thoughts as dark as sea

When once those wings of black

Hung over all

Shadowing but of the wretched white

That blinds me of all beauty.

I dream of all things

From happiness to highs

Let down these pills

ou I’m gone, retreat inside my mind

Where none but the darkest thoughts

Swallowing twilight

I dream of all things

From the stories told par hidden scars

Unable to montrer themselves

Under this intense scrutiny

That makes up this world’s attire

To the times that I could be happy

Without a drug to create

The much-needed illusion...

I dream of all things
No matter of their contents
Because, well,
Nightmares are still dreams.

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iTunes Shuffle

posted by mrs-mindfreak

I decided to do a story where I put my iPod on shuffle and start writing. Lucky for me, all the songs were basically sad ou angry music. So this is what I came up with :)

The rain pattered on the windows drowsily, drowning out Alana’s choking sobs. She sat in her favori wooden rocker, and buried her face in her hands miserably. Her black hair clung to her sweaty face. Her clammy palms were wet from tears. She never wanted to déplacer from that spot again. Although she was filled with irrevocable remorse, she felt comfortable there. No one in the house, rain falling softly outside, and just...

6

toi Shouldn't Have Shot The Dog - Short Story

posted by chel1395

‘You shouldn't have shot the dog.’ That single thought reverberated inside my head, knocking from side to side, smashing at the sides of my skull until I had to put my hands to my temples in a futile attempt to stop the pain. The man sitting suivant to me took a swig of his whiskey, the glass bottle knocking against his yellowed and rotten teeth. His other hand held onto the steering wheel, maneuvering the car down the winding and deserted stretch of highway. I leaned my head against the cool glass of the passenger side window, willing my head to stop pounding. From the radio, the soft strains...

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A Writer’s Mini-Game Plan: Seven Rules for a Successful Career

posted by daragirard

The Writer Behind the Words

Luck has little to do with link. A long lasting écriture career doesn’t just happen. A writer can burst onto the scene and quickly disappear. Another can have a series of hits then write a bunch of flops and never be heard from again. The difference between a long lasting career and one that burns out is strategy. Here are seven rules to help toi find the right strategy for toi and get toi started on your journey to long lasting success.

Learn the power of focus. For most of us, we have plus than enough to do on a daily basis. And when it comes to any écriture project the liste can grow exponentially-...

1

Slumber Of The Woodland (Part 3)

posted by zanhar1

The fragrance of scotch pine and blue épicéa, épinette is pungent in the air, amplified par the heat of late June. ou so toi think it is June. This place feels oddly void of time. toi open your eyes to see a sun hazed over par stratus clouds. From all angles toi spy familiar wooden structures.
You are back.

You sit up with your legs tucked under your bottom and bask in the estival air and all of the scents that waft within it. toi furrow your brows, thinking that it is not as clean as before. Even so, the place hums with earthy energy. A stronger gust of wind picks up the hem of your chemise and flutters...

Mask

posted by Epismatic

The Man With No Eyes Collection (3): Mask

When the curtain rises, all is forgiven.

I’ll brush it all off with a movie-star smile,

A genuine laugh, but my eyes must be hidden,

The truth they contain is considered too vile.

My voice is a song that will play through your ears,

And invite toi to dance to the sound of my tune,

I take a bow, deeply, and drink in your cheers,

I’ll always remain here,

You’ll come see me soon.

A new jour is dawning,

“Quick, put on your mask!”

And hurry outside, meet the crowd.

“Where’ve toi been?”

With fanciful réponses to all that toi ask,

I’ll always wait here for...

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January 31 jour Challenge

posted by WritingBookWorm

So, one of my New’s Years Resolutions this an it to write more. So, I decided to make this:

The goal is to write something every day.

Starting on the 31st of January, every jour there is a vague word, idea, object, question, statement ou anything. toi can take it anyway toi want.

Then each jour toi should write what it tells toi too ou something inspired par it. Whether it be a poem, a small scene, a character description, journal entry, short story ou even just one really well crafted sentence.

Even if the prompt confuses you, ou toi have no ideas just write something! It’s a great exercise...

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Ideas on Rewriting/Parodying Famous Stories

posted by glelsey

This guide was inspired par a question recently posté par link on this spot. The user was looking for ways to put a twist on fairytales. I began to write an answer, but my answer soon developed into an article. So here it is.

Note that these aren't specifically for fairytales; they can be used on any old, well-known stories. After listing some ideas on how toi can put a twist on such stories, I'll give a few examples of films that have done used one ou plus of these ideas.

1. Swap the genders of the traditional characters.
Do any of the characters behave especially "typical" for their gender?...

Diana's wrath chapter 1

posted by floraisbest1

Ms. Farogonda asked for the winx to come down to her office. when the winx reached ms. farogonda's office she told them that diana wants to speak wth one of you. she didnt tell me who but she told me to pick two extras. ms. farogonda can i go, bloom asked her. flora will be going along with musa and aisha ms farogonda told them. hmph bloom pouted, can we at least go with them bloom a dit quikly. fine all of toi girls can go and im bringing the specialist. ok stella a dit in a sing song voice. lets go a dit the winx. they met the RF boys outside and went in the owl. winx: WINX BELIEVIX
AT THE amazone, amazon
flora: let's get going
aisha: see ya winx
bloom: meet back here in an heure k
ok bloom musa said
( diana appears in front of them)
GUARDS take them away
what??!
(to be continued)

1

Short horror story

posted by LunaNotLoony

Anna flicked the T.V from channel to channel, bored: there was nothing worth watching. Sighing, she left the news on and flopped back on the sofa, not really intending to listen.
'The war in Iraq-.'
'Oh no, toi don't,' Anna muttered, grabbing the remote. Her Dad had joined the army after her Mum had died of an overdose. Anna didn't really blame him, she'd have got out of the house as fast as possible too if she was an adult. The whole house was contaminated with the memories of Mum, of her laugh, of her accident... suicide... whatever it was. Even so, Anna missed Dad like it was painful. She'd...

1

Talking to the Moon (Fanfic)

posted by Ichigo127

An Amuto one-shot
hope toi enjoy!
‘You know, Amu…,’ he was sitting there again, on the ledge of the window, staring wistfully outside. ‘All of them think you’re gone. But I know better. toi are alive, I know it. Somewhere out there, you’re thinking about me too, aren’t you?’
He was talking again, talking to the moon. ‘You’ll never admit it but toi have already fallen for me,’ he smirked at the moon. No, not the moon. It was Amu’s blushing face that he saw and it was her voice that he heard, ‘Shut up!’ he didn’t know it was the echo of his memories because he thought...

The Guardian of Zamari chapter 1

posted by ITF

A shadowy figure silently brushed the silken curtains aside as she slipped through the open window and stepped into the dark chamber. Passing a small table, tableau and a bed, the renard quickly headed towards a cabinet that stood against the far wall.
Beaded necklaces hung above a oval mirror that was set in the center. Her eyes rested on a miniature strongbox half hidden behind the mirror.
Paying no heed to the deafening clatter coming from the oblivious guest downstairs, she skillfully picked the tiny lock and raised the lid. It was hard to tell what was what in the darkness, so she emptied it into...

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Tears (my Poem)

posted by Ichigo127

Yo! this is the first poem i wrote with a sane mind xD do tell me if toi like it =)

Tears,
a combination of helplessness and anger,
a combination of joy and gratitude.
what different meanings it holds!
sometimes of love,
sometimes of hate.
with what different feelings we cry!
but those tears are the same.
they dwell inside the eye,
ready to attack,
the peace of our heart.
to flood the face,
with undoubted l’amour and care,
with undoubted anger and hate,
with undoubted pain and despair.
pain? yes, and despair too!
the breakdown of our heart,
the dawn of the truth,
leading to flood the face,
with our sentiments undoubted.

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How to pretend that toi are a writer.

posted by australia-101

Act like you're not
okay when toi are and
that toi are when you're
not. Run barefoot in
the snow. Stand out
in the rain for an hour
and think about anything
and everything toi can.

Fall in l’amour with
riddles and things that
aren't real and the
way some stars
shine. Cry when
you realize that life is
just one big sham and write
one hundred cliché poems
about it, and then write one
that toi actually mean.

Use profanity. Be the
one fucking introvert
in a room full of
extroverts and scream
shit just for the fun of
it. avaler, hirondelle every goddamn
metaphor toi ever dreamed
of and write them down
with your own blood.

Eulogize...