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"Why would toi want to any way?" Hellena asked.
"She's cute." Ash answered his sister.Ellen went to her first class.
"Alright every one we have a new student starting to jour who would like to montrer her around?" The teacher said.A bunch of guys raised there hands.
"Miss.Terra would toi like to montrer her around?" The teacher asked.
"Alright teacher." A girl with long green hair put up in small pig tails a dit standing up she was wearing a green dress,She walked over to Ellen.
"Hi my name is Hana." She said.
"I'm Ellen."
"I know." She a dit the went back to her seat.
"Miss.Collins please take a seat."
"Yes mam." Ellen a dit going to a siège suivant to Hana.After school Ellen went to the town bibliothèque with Hana.
"I have to go now my little sister is waiting at home."
"....Okay." Ellen a dit with an odd tone.
"Are toi okay?" Hana asked.
"Yeah."
"Alright." Hana a dit leaving.
"Trisha..." Ellen said. Then she had a flash back.Two cars collided and little girls screamed.in the hospital.
"I'm so sorry there was nothing we could do." Ellen heard a doctor say.
"No she can't be!" She heard her mom say
"How are we going to tell Ellen?" Her father said.
"T-Tell me what?" Ellen said
"Ellen...Trisha's...Whaaa." Her mom a dit the cried into her father.
"What about Trisha?"
"Little girl." The doctor a dit coming in.
"Your little sister is...Dead." He a dit looking away.
"Wha But She's only five!Whaaaaaaaahhaaahaha!!" Ellen screamed. Ellen heard a crash and the flash back ended.
"What?Who's there?" Ellen asked.
"Hahahahahahahahahaha!!!!!!" She heard a female voice laugh.Ellen ran out.
"(What's going on!?!?!?!)" Ellen thought.
"Hello girl." A girl with weird purple hair said.
"W-Who are you?" Ellen asked looking the girl in her blood red eyes.
"I am Atala!And toi are going to die!" The girl a dit and then attacked Ellen with a sword!It cut Ellen's arm.
"Ahh!" Ellen cried.
"Some one help me!" Ellen screamed.Just then Hellena was in between Her and Atala.
"You aren't aloud to attack a human." Hellena a dit as wing covered in feu sprouted out of her back.
"I knew you'd come if I attacked this girl now DIE!!!" She screamed.
"Atala this is no time for fighting and who's that girl?!" A guy a dit coming out of the dark he has spikish black hair he was in leather.
"You reviled our existence e to a human your going to be in trouble! A girl with bat wing a dit jumping around.
"Miki enough let's go." The boy a dit then turned around,Grabbed Atala's arm then left.
If i get enough commentaires i will extend it.

It was damp, smelled of earth and pine, I heard leaves rustle, twigs snap as animaux scurried in the arbre tops. I wasn't supposed to be here, this wasn't my room, my bed. I was supposed to me in par cottage on eagle lake. I was supposed to be asleep, haut, retour au début bunk with my younger brother Elliot on the bottom. I was supposed to be smelling fabric softener and hear the soft snore from little Elli, feel the heat of my cat sleeping on my chest. I opened my eyes and I could see the sky, black with soft twinkle of a million étoile, star and the florescent glow of the moon....
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posted by precious211
“Before we leave I must warn you. We are now entering alien territory, so be careful and considerate to you’re new surroundings. One stupid mistake can get you, and everyone around toi killed.”

The safety instructor’s voice boomed across the large, air conditioned spaceship. It sounded oddly cheerful for someone who had just told them that they could all die.
Everyone tried to see where her line of vision was pointing towards. It was aimed toward the windows.
Kendra glanced through them and, and gulped. They were about four thousand feet above sea level, and the l’espace craft had just...
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Using correct grammar and sentence structure is vital if toi want to convey your thoughts accurately. toi also want your écriture to hold the reader's attention. Nothing is plus annoying than lire a manuscript littered with grammatical errors. The error of écriture sentence fragments is a common error. Sentence fragments are incomplete sentences that don't express a complete thought.

tips:
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Have a subject for every verb. The subject is the actor in the sentence. The verb is the action taken in a sentence.

2


Make sure all of your dependent clauses have a completing thought. An independent...
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posted by cutiegirl01
(Please tell me your opinion on my story and be truthful please!)

    “Erik get down here now!” My father yelled.
    “I’m coming, I’m coming!” I hurried down the stairs. I learned in the last 17 years I’ve been alive, that if my dad calls me I need to be down fast…or else…
    I got down the stairs, and went into the living room where he always sat on his days off. “Yes, dad? What can I get you?”
    My mother smiled up at me from her book, “You are such a good son, Erik-“
    My...
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posted by NormalcyIsDead
Boom boom clap
Bounce your head, snap
To the classic, to the rap


Step ball change
Basic with a buck
Pleay, tour jete
Bounce your head to the rock


One two three,
Two two three,
Count along with your head
Mosh with the beat


Hop shuffle hop back
Twirl your arms, bend your back
Do the thingamajiggie
Wear out your taps

Breathe it in, breathe it out
Reach for the sky, dance on the ground
Flitter here, gallop there
Lose yourself anywhere

Flow with the music
Feel it in your veins
As toi bounce your head, snap
Boom boom clap
posted by DxCFan123
Third Person POV
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Sadao walked up to God and asked him if he was eligible to be in Heaven. God just simply nodded his head. Sadao walked through the large golden gates and found himself walking through his town he lived in when he was alive. He found his way to his house, and swung open the door. Everything was how it was before. He started crying, remembering the memories he had with Kat here. He heard crying coming from his room, so he opened the door and saw a blonde girl curled up in the corner of his room, sobbing.

"K-K-Kat?" he managed to stutter out. The blonde looked...
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posted by dragonwriter
As light fades the brightest of souls can even be turned to do the darkest of things. As time time pushes vers l'avant, vers l’avant the mind and body of an individual changes for either good ou bad. the decisions they make and the things they do will stick with them forever. I was told this many years il y a par a wise old man that fortold my future. He a dit "the one with the dragon soul is not alone in the world he knows." After being told this it left me nothing but confused but i had a feeling that it wouldn't be the last time i heard of it.
posted by StarsGoBlue
God's Lost Child 
Chapter 2: An Indefinite Prisoner Of War 

"Unbelievable! Un-fucking-believable."
A nerdy blonde cussed as he stormed  through the upper deck of Sovereign, his hands raised above his head in protest. 
"Oh, let's put Baird in charge of the rookie! Since he's busy anyway. Let's just give him plus shit to do, that's easier on us!"
He continued to fume violently as Nicole followed a sûr, sans danger distance behind. The rest of Delta Squad had dispersed to their cabins to change into their night attire. Baird had been chosen to school the rookie, thanks to his big mouth.  After a bit of sighing...
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In this series of guides, I'll be montrer toi the best techniques for écriture your story. These are tried-and-true techniques, and they work.
First up: characters. Every story has characters. We all know that. But what toi may not realize is that some portions of a character need not be mentioned. Why spend three pages on your character's dimples if they have nothing to do with the plot? In order to keep your readers hooked, toi have to yourself to things that are involved with the plot.
Before toi decide on a plot, toi should get to know each of your characters. After all, you're telling...
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posted by PhoenixRoyale
This is another poem that I have written. It was inspired par some commentaires about stuffed animals/plushies on Youtube being people's friends. Enjoy.
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The Stuffed Animal.
To some, they are stupid.
They are useless.
They are disgusting little balls of fluff.

Those people think that it's necessary
to pick on the innocence of others
for having a collection of their own.
They poke fun, they tease, they even insult.

They target that person's age.
Sometimes even their gender.
They think they need to grow up.
They think these fluffy plushies are meant for babies.

But to those innocent people,
the ones who are quite...
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posted by shenelopefan
La parte prohibida del parque

"La depresión es la que guía, la alegría es la que llega"

En la ciudad dónde yo vivía de niña, había un parque en dónde siempre pasaba las tardes con mis amigos. Éramos un grupito de niñas y niños que nos juntábamos a jugar en ronda, cantábamos canciones que no tenían sentido (casi nuestro propio idioma, de hecho) y recorríamos todo el parque jugando a las escondidillas.

Bueno, no todo el parque porque había una a la que los adultos no les gustaba que vayamos. Era un sector tan lleno de árboles que, desde afuera parecía una selva en medio de un parque...
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posted by alejpatv
    The light of the feu faded as I got further into the forest. I jumped over roots and ducked under branches that threatened to whip my face. I ran as hard as I could. To escape, I had to keep my sister sûr, sans danger and fulfill the wish of the village chief. My tears already used and dried, but the pain in my cœur, coeur still wouldn’t leave. An emptiness had taken hold where my safety and secure feelings had once been.
    On the edges of my vision, I saw a flash. I skidded to a stop and looked to where I thought I had seen it. There was a clearing where the full...
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The room is silent, as always. Nothing can be heard, aside from the soft rasp of pencil on paper. Words take form, joining various thoughts into one whole. On the outside, nothing is different from the average writer. To find what sets me apart, we must look deeper than the surface.
Inside my mind, images and ideas race about, sometimes colliding, sometimes not. This whirlwind is composed of everything I know, read, seen, heard, ou thought of. It is here that my greatest works begin to form.
To montrer how thw whiirlwind works, let us have an example. During practice for spring track, I noticed...
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posted by Lord_Anubis
If toi mates like it, comment, I'll make plus if anyone notices it =3

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''Oi, toi guys! What are toi doin'?!'' screamed a brown haired boy from the street.
''Mind your own business and go back under your momma's skirt, ou you'll get some too!'' replied the tallest boy on playground, probably the leader of the rest 4 boys.
5 of them were teasing one small boy, taking away from him candies and ruining his game on playground. The brown haired boy frowned with his black eyes and started walking towards them.
''You scum really have guts! 5 tall chiens on 1 small...
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posted by dragonsmemory
The Eden Chronicles is the fantaisie series I am currently working on. As the series is in progress, I decided to add a club here, allowing you, Reader, to tell me your thoughts.
In écriture the series, I decided to document the entire history of Eden. I called this place Eden because it is where the spirits of dead animaux and plants are taken. No humanspirit has ever been pure enough to come here. Eden is a true paradise.
The first book, A Little Bit plus Than Love, takes place toward the end of Eden's history. Later in the series, I hope to explain the past. Once I get caught up, I will then...
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posted by Kimi4312
Chapter 3: Here It Goes Again.
Roxana woke up one night to hear a loud howl outside her window, she slided herself out of lit with her covers wrapped around her, she walked toward the window and saw a somewhat a large white loup outside, watching her then it turned its head to hear other loups howling, the white loup runs off to follow the howl, Roxana felt like she knew that loup for a long time, Roxana walked back to her lit and lies down, but she couldn't sleep, she kept tossing and turning but she couldn't sleep, she sat up, grab her wallet and pull out a photo of a beautiful, pale-skinned,...
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posted by Kimi4312
Chapter 1: Don't Change Me.
A young and beautiful succubus named Roxana opened her green eyes as she sees the sun flooded her dark room with lights from her windows, she sat up in her twin bed, the mattress was tan and her covers were chocolat brown color, she pulled herself out of the lit and throws on her black tank top, then she slipped on her jeans on her long and beautiful legs, Roxana then walked in her bathroom and brushed her long red hair slowly as she stares at herself in the mirrior, she put her brush on the sink and walked outside, as she walks, she turns around as she feels like...
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We were builders. We were builders, fighters, scholars, but plus importantly, friends. When the Government took all our rights away, our food, money, our culture, we allied ourselves against it. But they had a machine. A machine that could sail the seas and air. It was called, The Oppresive. The Oppresive forced us underground, making us creatures of the very soil they walk on. But it is time for our revolution. We have a great machine, bigger than the Oppresive, and stronger than it. It will trample them like a boy tramples grass. No resistance at all, we are sure of it. We are ready. We have...
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posted by DarrenGruch
Ever since my family died down to be just me.... I`ve been alone since they died in a car accident. I got out fine (only with cuts and a migrane), but they died. I now live with my grandpa... but he doesn't get me..... I cut my self, dresss diffrently, and never really talk.

4 days after the funeral for my family.... I became Emo. But the jour my Family died, something changed within me..... something good went rotten.
My Grandpa see's it, but ignores my pain and anger... only if that drunk driver that hit us was sober and never... spun out of control. Some jour I hope his cœur, coeur gives out and he dies in jail.

Does any one feel the same?
posted by noahnstar1616
"Are okay, V?" Francine was checking me for bruises.

"I'm fine."

"We're so telling the principal." Zoey grabbed my arm.

"No, it's okay. She didn't hurt me." I rubbed my arm where Mercury dug her nails in. She didn't leave permanent marks.

"What happened?" They both waited for my response.

I told them how Mercury knew that I felt something when Cameron was visiting me in the hospital. How she knew I was trying to get him back. How I saw her eyes glowing red, like a sea witch's eyes when angry.

"You know what this means, right?" Francine and I waited for Zoey's answer. "That Mercury is the sea witch...
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