écriture Article: Il était une fois Magic( Page 1)

posted by Bookworm_Mint

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Chaper 1 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
" Mom, why did toi and Papa get divorced?" asked Lydia. Miss. Pheonix sighed. She waited a few secondes till she replied," Sweet heart, if I tell you, toi shall not tell anyone ok?" Lydia nodded."Well it's a pretty simple story. I'll try to tell it in a short way as possible. Papa and I got divorced beacausehe fell in l’amour with another girl." a dit Miss. Pheonix. "But Mother! I'm old enough to know more!" pleaded Lydia. Ms. Pheonix shook her head slowly. Lydia left the room quietly and slowly walked to her room. Lydia was already 16 now and her mom thought she still wasn't mature enough. She sat on her bed. Suddenly, a girl appeared to her. "Who are you? Why are toi here?" asked Lydia. "I'm Enchantical Essence. A fairy to be exact.Who are you?" a dit the girl."I'm Lydia Pheonix. Now why are toi in my room?!"........
TO BE CONTINUED

Fuller baby

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~Writing~

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Teen Life In America, The Great!

posted by Katiegirl

Home of the freely and Justified

On a cold, dreary evening
Sleep was improbable
Emerging from my bed
Like a delicate butterfly
Raindrops pouring on my smooth, darkened window.
Pondering miraculous thoughts
About being a teen in America

Freedom to express myself as an individual
I want to relinquish my profound story
Being a teenager with freedom is
Hopeful
Rewarding
Honorable
Desirable

The past is behind me, the future is just beyond my grasp

Learning to be flawless through life's experiences

Having the pleasure to persue my ambitious talent

Being a teen in America simply is my stepping
stone to future greatness.

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A new world-chapter one: Gone draft

posted by liissaaxx

The only sound that could be heard in the large hospital of Melbourne was the continuous beeps from the room in which Jamie's daughter lay.

The white walls and the bright yellow lights were too much for Jamie too take and the question which he dreaded to ask himself filled his head. First of all why is my precious Stephanie in here? Nothings wrong with her she stayed at Ashley's all weekend. What could have happened? and secondly why hasn't that receptionist stopped staring at me. She hasn't looked away since i sat down.
Jamie looked down at his watch, it was eight in the morning. He had been...

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Huntress

posted by Cutebutcrazy--

My name is Gennive Mason.
I am 13 years old.
And oh yeah. I'm the last vampirehunter alive.
You pobally think it's so cool. " Oh yeah she's the last vampire hunter alve. toi must be everyones hero." Wrong. No one and I repeat no one can know about me ou vampires ou warer loups ou shape- shifters ou witches. toi see it goes against code. The sacred code of all night creatures even I have to fallow it ou I'm dead. par law it says if a vampire hunter tells anyone about the night creatuures they send some one then it's bye-bye hunter. Lovley isn't it. I find it kinda ironic. My job is to find and...

Lost Memories Part 3

posted by dragonwriter

I awoke a couple of hours later. I looked around for the old man but he was nowhere ti be found. I got out of the lit and starting walking to the front door to see if he went outside. When I opened the door there was nothing but black. When I turned back around he was standing there.
"Where were toi going? toi need your rest so go back and lay down." He went to grab my arm to lead me back to the lit but I pulled away. "My name is Shaun so stop calling me boy old man. I don't need to lay down, I need to go." As I turned back to the door he grabbed my arm. "Go where? toi have nowhere to go....

The bridge in the park

posted by inexplicable

I ran against the wind which came contrary to me.
I ran against the wind which approached me till I adhered to the parapet panting. Hardly anybody was plus in the park although it was rather warmly and still not at all so dark. The sun just set and the water under me turned orange-red now. I needed a while, before I came to the quiet, then I did not ours it any plus and the tears forced her way. I knew that she lied. I knew that this not corresponded to the truth what she had a dit to me. I did not have any proof for it but I could feel that there was something wrong. I did not want any more....

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Whether Paid ou Not A Writer Writes par Gary Goldstein

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Whether Paid ou Not A Writer Writes par Gary Goldstein via FilmCourage.com.

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Honeymoon With My Brother interview with Franz Wisner and Kurt Wisner

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Honeymoon With My Brother interview with Franz Wisner and Kurt Wisner

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100 Candles

posted by teamphantom

I’ll never forget the jour I had encountered a ghosts with my best friends. And I will be happy to share that story with you.
It was August 20th exactly one week before the start of middle school. My best friend Alex and I sat outside on the curb and ate our half melted fraise ice cream on a cone. It must’ve been 95 degrees outside because we could feel our sweet dripping off our faces. We didn’t say much because the calefaction made us not want to be social. We sat there in silence and licked our ice cream.
“What do toi think middle school will be like, Collin?” Alex broke the...

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Peaceful composition

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Source: Brigham Young université

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Into The Ocean

posted by RainSoul

What do toi do when the gray waves roll over your head, and your body is too weak to swim ashore. Do toi panic and scream and try anyway to break the surface of the water? Do toi silently cry and pray and tell your loved ones toi l’amour them one plus time. ou because toi know it's futile to fight soumettre to the lulling cold darkness s’embrasser at your eyelids? Do toi let the salty seawater drain into your lungs and choke to death's waiting arms?

Or do toi float to the surface and wait for the storm to pass and sunlight to pierce your shivering mass of a body?.. toi choose wisely.. toi wake up in a...

Monologue

posted by xoxpoisonxox

This is a Monolouge I wrote a little while il y a for drama class. We had to write a dramatic one. So this monologue is about a girl who is talking to her therapist about a récent event with her friend.

Tell me what toi think!

My mother says toi can help me - Help me make sense of it. I don't beilive in therapists - But I guess ill .....0give it a try..

You know, Some say suicide is the most selfish act one person can make.. I used to think this too. But now it doesn't make sense to me how the most selfless, kind , person I know - knew- could be labled as selfish..

How long have I known her? Well...

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Let's play What's The Word? game

posted by ZekiYuro

Here are the definitions of the words.Read and guess what they are before lire the right réponses I write below.

1.It's a person who works in a restaurant,takes the nourriture from the cuisine to the tables.
2.It's a place where toi go when toi want to buy something.It's a very big boutique where toi can buy anything.
3.It's a thing which toi use to talk.It's a kind of machine,it's very small and nearly everybody has one nowadays.
4.It's an adjective.It's the opposite of fat,but means thin and acttractive.
5.It's an adjective again.It's how toi feel when toi have a lot of things to do but toi don't have...

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Character Names!!!!

posted by breebree446

To think, most of my character names come from a thrift store baby book!

Baby Name Books!

My #1 resource is the baby name book I bought from a thrift store. It's a lifesaver! Not only does it have over 5,000 names but origins, boy and girl names, and alternate spelling. But, if toi can't get a hold of a baby name book there's always...

Name Websites!

Just as good and pretty much the same thing. They have access to millions of names online! One website I find really useful;

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link - Thanks ellie_bellie135^^

Symbolic Names!

Often, writers give thier characters a name that has a certain meaning. For instance, one of my characters is named Roni. Which is short for Veronica....

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chiens

posted by Spotty_Vision21

I shouldn’t have shot the dog. I definitely shouldn’t have shot the dog. Even if he did chew upon my prized drumsticks, and feast upon my freshly-baked brownies. The little white-and-brown terror, Mickey, belonged to my neighbor. My neighbor, an 87-year-old chain-smoker named Mary, rarely left the confines of her living room. She sat, jour in and jour out, as her precious mutts wreaked havoc about the neighborhood.
You can see it! My house, the little beasts have chewed upon everything their gnashing, tiny, sharp little teeth could find. I did my best to keep them out, but the little bastards...

Too Soon For The End (4)

posted by fanfangirlfan

As I try to think of something, anything to say to him now, I recall the first time I saw Sam outside of school.
It was about a an ago. Tyler was at my house playing with Jen. It was late and they both needed to be put to bed. Their tiredness only resulted in them fighting. I eventually put them on time-outs until Tyler’s uncle showed up. ou I thought it would be his uncle. It turned out to be Sam. I opened the door when he knocked and was a little thrown to see him. I recognized him from school, but only as the quiet boy I’d never talked to. His hair was wet as if he’d just showered...

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Teens of Warfare

posted by Hades332

SURGE

Surge, a moderately tall teenager wearing an open red shirt, stood in the middle of what was once New York’s Time Square. At first, second, and possibly even third glance Surge did not look like the kind toi would want to have a conversation with. He had a strange looking tattoo that adorned his chest like a necklace. His muscles were toned, and his hair was an unkempt blonde. None of this was what would have frightened someone though. What frightened people were the claws strapped to his wrists. They came to sharp, slightly curved, points that dripped with blood.
Surge stood now amongst...

Coach

posted by StarsGoBlue

Coach

Chapter 1: From a table, tableau Away

Kids, toi know your Uncle Barney; Scotch, money and women. Those three words pretty much summed up his life. He couldn't ask for a better life. Little did he know, he was about to get a rude awakening. toi see, he had grown accustomed to this cycle, a carousel, if toi will. It spun round and round until his life was completely changed by..."The Coach".

An unforgiving canopy of charcoal clouds hung above New York. They seemed detrimental; yearning to release their stockhold of transparent liquid. Rain. That's all it had done for the past week, rain. It...