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posted by grissomsgirl
This isn't a timeline story Gilbert is three and this is my first try at fanfiction, so please be gentle!

All Les Experts characters owned par CBS except for Grissom Junior, he's mine, I hope!

When I woke up I saw three faces that I knew the other three I didn’t and me being a shy three an old I panicked, loudly! I cried into Daddy’s neck and shook “whoa Gilbert, what’s the matter baby?” asked Daddy trying his best to soothe me, I started to sniffle and a dit in a quiet voice “me frightened, strangers” and I snuggled into Daddy’s body “don’t worry Gilbert they won’t hurt you, trust me and turn around”, when I did Daddy then introduced me to the other strangers, I now know who Auntie Catherine is and my other two Uncles Warrick and Greg they got lots of cuddles from me and I’m a happy Gilbert. Afterwards we had a secret play time together “just don’t tell” and I’ve never heard of this name ever before, I tried to copy Daddy and from the giggles I got it wrong “Eckie, Ickle” I a dit “Eckle?” now I’m in a mood folded my arms and frowned at Daddy “no fair Ickle” Mommy burst out laughing and so did the others, “oh my word mini Grissom has a good sense of humour, I’m buying him a joke book!” a dit Greg holding his sides in pain ‘well I didn’t find that very funny, I got his name wrong!’ I thought to myself and just stood there waiting for the grown ups to behave themselves.

I waited until they behaved themselves then we had the play time together, ran up and down the break room being chased par Nick, Warrick allowed me to put some ink on his fingers! I even made my own hand picture with everyone’s help, the ink got everywhere and Mommy say’s I need a bath, I’d started to calm down from all the excitement when the door opened and in walked another stranger. The man walked up to Mommy hugged her she was now happy then he turned to look at me and frowned ‘oops what did I do wrong now?’ I thought “and who is this young man?” he asked Daddy “this Jim” and Daddy picked me up “is my son Gilbert” suivant thing I knew he was laying on the floor, “Daddy Daddy Daddy!” I wailed “sorry Daddy” and I sobbed onto Daddy’s shoulder, my Uncles and Aunt came to Jim’s rescue and sat him down on a chair “just in case!” a dit Catherine with a smile “where were we?” asked Daddy “oh yes before toi fainted spark out on the floor I told toi the news that I have a son” Jim just nodded his head in reply “Gilbert meet your Grampa Jim!” a dit Daddy with a smile, he put me down and I hopped onto Jim’s lap for a cuddle lots of those! “any plus surprises Gil that you’d like to tell me now as I’m sitting down?” I heard Jim say “no Jim just this one!” a dit Daddy beaming with pride and that’s how I met Mommy and Daddy’s friends, my other family.
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The school cloche, bell rang, school was over. I felt happy. As I sat down on the bus, Bruno sat beside me. I smiled at him. And he a dit "So, where are toi going?" "I'm going home. Where else?" I said. The bus ride accueil was faster with him talking to me. The bus stopped. My block. As I got off the bus my head screamed once again, "He is the helper" I walked inside the house and did my homework. Hoping no one would pass par and see I had no parents there. No one did. I watched TV. I felt lonely now. Someone knocked on the door slowly. I yelled "It's open!" And Bruno came in. I asked him why he was here. He a dit nervously "My mom and dad aren't accueil I guess. I dont have a key and I banged on the door but they didn't answer." Then he looked around and a dit "Where are your parents?" I replied without any emotion, "Oh! They're working. They never come accueil til' like midnight" And he watched TV with me. I felt happy. But still felt bad. What if he is a bad-guy? I may not know. But I will soon
posted by Haonako
sentence-writing prompts for writer's block ou if toi just need inspiration. this may had been done before but heres some plus just in case

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"She was like one of those songs from when he was growing up that sounded like rebellion, but felt like the safety of years he made it through"

"Upon seeing the sunset in her eyes, I knew my life would end at the curve of her smile."

"I could have been something to you. And you- toi almost let me be"

"And you’re completely sure toi had nothing to do with the forest fire?"
"Geez, burn a building down one time and you’re labeled for life."...
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posted by kbsruthy
"The memories of my childhood"....
toi are in my heart"...always"....

I walk alone in those all days".....
thinks about toi only"...
It's an only secreat between toi and me"...
times to grown up...still thinks about you"...

Iam busy in my studies"...
but i never forget you..from my heart"
the days passed toi and me grown up.."
but he doesn't look at me.."

I feel i ignored par him"...
but my cœur, coeur still beat for him"...

and still have hopes....

"He never heard my cœur, coeur beat"...i feel mushy
i hope one jour he will...
but it's never happend...!!!


" he is still a bachelor now.."

time to realize " am not in his "HEART"..and his feelings toward me a brittle"...
It was a golden summer evening. The last rays of the setting sun reflected off the surface of the water whilst reeds swayed lazily at the banks of the pond. I closed my eyes, feeling content for a moment.
The old jetty creaked as a small boy walked along it, stopping suivant to me. He sat down with a thud, and turned, grinning, to face me.
“Not long now,” Jacob a dit happily, “another tester.”
I smiled in return. The excitement of summer had worn off quickly for us, and our small town didn’t offer much in the way of entertainment for children of our age. So, we spent our days playing mindlessly...
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posted by Isabella_17
I feel like you're breaking me,
I feel like toi don't even care.
I feel like toi want to break this friendship.
I feel like toi rather have him than someone who can be a true bestfriend.
I feel like killing myself,
I feel like cutting myself, Is that what toi want from me?
I feel like i'm always angry,
I feel like you're always happy.
I feel like giving up,
I feel like saying fuck this friendship,
I feel like saying fuck friends.
I feel like i had your back when toi needed it.
I feel like crying, Just to make toi happy cause that's what toi like right..?
I feel like toi l’amour seeing me in pain.
I feel like saying goodbye...!
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WARNING! This makes no sense at all!


One day, there was a weird person. His name was Sucky Sam. Sucky Sam was always flying around. He had super powers. P.S they were sucky. One jour he met these people named Bill & Ted. They started to sing Kiss songs, and made peace to the world par jouer la comédie like Gene Simons with their guitare that they borrowed from Wayne’s world. Death was dressing for summer. He wore a strange skeleton mask with some kind of hoodie but with out a jacket. He wore short green shorts, and was ours foot. The only problem was, it was snowing. Snowflakes were falling on the...
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posted by StarWarsFan7
"ALRIGHT! Class, take your seats. Science is about to begin." a dit Mrs.Labansky. She was THE strictest teacher in the district. "I hate...this, so much." I put my head on a textbook. "Cheer up, buddy." Ahh. Meghan, she was my best friend since kindergarten. After 10 secondes of science class started, I was dreaming my worst nightmare.
*** DREAM ***
"Help somebody!" I screamed. I was in space! I was so afraid of heights that I cried. Then all of a sudden, I heard a thud. *THUD* I woke up!
*** DREAM OVER ***
"Miss Quetzal! Tell me what the answer is to this problem!" she said. I thought about saying, "I don't know." But then it hit me! Literally! Something hit my head and I fell to the floor!
posted by bri-marie
So, I have this idea for a story. It's about a young girl named Marguerite. She doesn't fit in in school, is constantly bullied, and is socially awkward. Her father is emotionally abusive (when he's around) and her mother doesn't really care. Her brother committed suicide when she was twelve. To cope with all this, she's created this elaborate world in her head, filled with monsters and Heroes and true love. In this world, she's the beautiful, strong Soroya, who is surrounded par love; friends, neighbors, family, and her life-partner, the gorgeous Phan.

The part I'm posting is where I introduce...
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I was at my place; my special, secluded place in the woods where nobody would find me. I was sat on my bench, staring at the glistening snow lying on the ground all around me. The air was cold and crisp and it even hurt my nose a little to breathe in, but I was protected from it underneath my woollen hat, scarf and gloves. The trees around me with their spindly grey branches were protected too with their coats of bright white snow. Everything was white at my clearing in the woods, even the sky was almost white, light grey now that the evening was drawing closer. I liked to sit here because...
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