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This écriture photo contains claymore and falchion. There might also be machette, matchet, panga, signe, affiche, texte, tableau noir, tableau, affiches, sabre, and sabre sabre.

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the crystal night chapter 4!

posted by cullens-rule

Chapter 4 Tom

“it would be easier if toi knew, but I will try to explain, as well as I can, toi know my name is Tom but my seconde name is Cullen”
I interrupted him now
“Tom Cullen? Sounds old fashioned”
“It is, any way I’m just seventeen”
He looked away sheepishly like he was lying this made me curious would he really lie about his age.
“my real parents are dead now, they died of an illness I don’t really know much about them”
“I sorry that must be cœur, coeur braking”
He looked miserable he looked into my eyes and I could feel his pain, but he carried on
“I take after my father...

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How to give emotion to a story

posted by e2mma2weasle3

How to Add Emotion to a Story

1.    Understand mots-clés ou Key Phrases. Key Phrases are phrases in a story that triggers the waterworks. They are sentences that make people cry. Such as, a pet dies. toi could write, "Goodbye, Old friend." A Key Phrase could also be an action. Such as, there are two pets. One pet dies. The other pet tries to sleep with the other one par cuddling up to the dead body.

2.    Add a lot of relationship between the one who dies and another character, whether that is a human ou an animal.

3.    Add comedy to the...

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The Darkness (A Poem)

posted by sapherequeen

*Sigh* Okay, this is the first piece of écriture I will ever share with anyone. Rarely does the idea of a poem ever enter my dark mind. But tonight, just two minutes ago, this one came to me, and I had to...write...it...down...

I’m aching here
I’m bleeding there

Pain strikes within
My every move

And there’s
Nothing
I Can
Do
To Make It
Stop

The tears roll down my face
And freeze there quickly
And stay until the time comes
Where they are no longer frozen
And begin to stream down again

My hurt was bottled up
But someone broke the bottle
And now it’s
Everywhere
And there’s nothing
I Can
Do
To Heal Myself

I’m...

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Who Are The Real Monsters: Chapter 2 Hidden Creatures, Hidden Friends Part 4

posted by H-A-T-R-M

“Look at them, trying to figure it out. Trying to work out why a pure-blood has come to their school, Antiworld, huh? This could be fun”. There was a young man sitting on the haut, retour au début of a gargoyle wearing a white chemise with a black manteau over it. His eyes where a light green with a black cat eye stroke through it. As the man stood up toi saw that he had pitch black hair and his skin was white like paper. As toi closed in on the man’s face toi saw his eye drop a line of blood down his cheek, as if he was crying blood. The man looked up at the sun covering his face with his hand, he closed his...

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Me and Those - Poem par Vitor Martins AKA Sephisis17

posted by Sephisis17

salut guys! I just wrote this poem. I haven't written a poem in quite a while, maybe a year, and this one's an attempt to get back on the poem écriture path. Well hope toi like it, and please, if possible, add a commentaire saying what toi think.

Me and Those

Ever noticed that in this life
Everyone wants toi to do something,
ou be something
That sometimes toi don’t want to be?

They are those!
toi know them!
toi probably have those in your house.
They are those who expect toi to take a path,
Even though,
Sometimes,
toi don’t want to take.

They are those who expect toi to be great,
Even though,
Sometimes,
toi prefer to be small and humble.

But do toi think,
For the slightest second,
That they care about that?
They don’t!

They are your parents,
Your grandparents,
Your Uncles and aunts,
That since toi were born,
Came up with a path for toi in life.

But know this,
And say it to yourself:
They are those, they matter,
But me is I,
And I’m the main character.

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Broken Dreams Chapter 32

posted by BellaSwan636

Serena

She screams every time a police officer ou strange nurse touches her. She refuses to hear them out. So, until further notice, she is staying in my apartment.

I glance at the clock in the waiting room. It's past midnight. Wow. Jamie and Ashleigh are asleep on a small green couch, with a receiving blanket draped over them. I pick them both up, since Kayla and I are free to leave, and we all walk outside to my car. Kayla opens the back door, and while I'm strapping the two little girls in, I signal for her to get in on the passenger side.

She's a broken person. toi only need to look at her...

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Worse Case Scenario (Poem/Song)

posted by livethislifeup

It's harder to forgive than to forget,
vice-versa, either way, it's still a threat,
time passes, memory flashes,
you're rememberin'
thoughts are coming in
no way to escape it, its a no win.
drives toi insane, toi try to up your game,
tell yourself they'll regret it and they'll live in shame,
just cause they dragged your name,
across every damn lane,
and toi got hurt every time, yeah toi still in pain,
and it ain't the same, toi all tense around them,
and plus anger do toi gain.
Deep down it's still hurtin' you
like every wound would,
it's like a throbbing cut
that keeps your eyes tight shut,
and toi sound out...

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Broken Dreams Chapter 8

posted by BellaSwan636

Serena

On Friday, Tia had picked me up to go shopping.

Tia was ecstatic; for what reason, I had no idea. Tia was like a hurricane, she jotted down my sizes on her hand and then took of through the store at a pace that should've set her path on fire.

"You look great in black, white, and blue," she muttered. I saved that for future reference; she obviously knew what she was doing. Plus I'd been told that each of those colours looked nice on me before.

She pulled me into a dressing room, pointed out which outfits to try out, and exited to let me change.

I pulled a scary-looking black licou, halter neck...

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I Am My Own Path ~ A Poem

posted by fanfly

Artwork by me

Who are toi to judge?
Sitting right where toi are
toi have no claim on me

I know my own path
I am my own guide
toi are nothing to me
No matter how toi try

What do toi care?
If I'm not doing it right
I'm not following you

I know my own path
I am my own guide
toi don't know me
No matter how toi try

Why are toi here?
toi know I don't want you
I told toi to leave me

I am my own path
I know my own guide
toi can't mold me
No matter how toi try

Why do I feel compelled to write angsty poetry? I swear I'm not even that angsty. MDR Oh well, I hope someone out there enjoys it.

The Cage toi Cannot See

posted by Epismatic

A whisper in the cavern that goes unheard,

and a glimmer in the sky that stays unnoticed,

like the start of a brand new life, at the peak

of a mountain never scaled, lies in wait.

It can't be moved par any cosmic mover,

so no passing wind ou fog will douse it.

Only your eyes can scratch out the image

ou accept it, the light at the edge of your eyes.

Will toi take hold of the key you're offered?

Stop chant of freedom; seek it instead?

To become a companion of the new

takes an ever expanding, soaring gaze.

But even par taking one step forward,

par placing one hand onto the mountain,

as the wind tugs gently at your back,

toi will realize the cage has already been broken.

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Slumber Of The Woodland (Part 4)

posted by zanhar1

Your hair is long, wet, and wavy and clings to toi as toi rise from the lake. toi get the sense that the water should be clearer. toi don’t dwell on it though, distracted par your own hair. toi don’t remember it being so long. With every motion the string of beads and shells woven into your hair bobs gently with a clicking noise. toi don’t realize that toi are topless until your hair settles against your back. But toi are not ashamed, there is a sense of liberation, toi can better feel what the earth and the wind are telling toi this way. If toi could see behind you, toi would know that...

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The Ballad of Melancholy: Gray

posted by pLaStIcSUNDAE

It's gray. It's always been so gray.

The beating cœur, coeur that searched for what it believed to be a forever, only to be led astray.

The beating cœur, coeur full of warm belief,

Now an iceberg of amer regret, the surface a shallow reflection of the depths that rest beneath.

The smiling mask distorts the image of the surface, betraying the eyes.

The rigid, cold structure reduced to a cube of ice.

A problem crippled and crumbled into "I'm fine."

If the eyes are windows to the soul, then these windows have been fogged and cracked.

If the eyes are the windows to the soul, then within these, behind the mist,...

8 Elements Of The Nutshell Technique par Jill Chamberlain

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8 Elements Of The Nutshell Technique par Jill Chamberlain via FilmCourage.com.

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My Life As A Doormat Part 1

posted by Tasfee

PART 1- LETS HAVE A RANT

Hi. So yeah, from the titre I think you've gathered this story is about .... well let's just say a problematic 19 an old struggling to find a meaning in life.

If you're a typical "Caucasian" you'll never understand the things we "brown people" have to face. Over-protective parents are just the start. The kinds of people are totally different. The type of "cheats", "betrayers", "heart-breakers".

Being born in a place 2% of the people worldwide knew is just the start of a slightly difficult life. For now, lemme just summarize my life for you. I'm a 19 an old girl living...

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The Mistress of Mid-September (A Poem)

posted by zanhar1

“Bow before oh bow before the Mistress of the Blade.”

She dances in shrouds of silk scarlet.

Heel over heel in spinning in time.

Fabric twisting ‘round her delicate ankles.

“Praise oh praise the Mistress of the Blade.”

The sword an extension of her graceful arm as she twirls it about in Mid-September air.

Crisp September air.

The blade slashes through leaves as they fall.

Hilt of or adorned in ruby and diamond.

Gleaming and glistening as it slides from her grasp. Wailing through that oh so crisp Mid-September air.

“Watch in wonder oh watch the Mistress of the Blade.”

By night she finds...

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STOP TPP! COME ON! SIGN AND SPREAD THE WORD!

posted by MisterH

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THIS IS VERY URGENT AND NOT A JOKE! ALSO DON'T GOOF OFF!!!!

I really mean it! What would toi be able to do if SOPA/TPP censors the internet? What would toi be able to do if écriture fanfics and drawing fanarts become illegal? What would toi do if it's illegal to do a cover of your favori song on YouTube? What would toi do if downloading things from the internet (music, movies, TV episodes, etc) became illegal? What would toi do if SOPA/TPP wins the war and takes away internet freedom? Net Neutrality is already dead so far, we can't risk the freedom of internet...

Never Had l’amour Like This

posted by ilu_rayray

Liyah (me)

Aliyah-Me(18)
Alexus(18)
Jasmine(18)
Prince(18)
Roc(18)
Ray(18)

My pov
Wassup im Aliyah but toi can call me liyah for short. I sing and im a backup dancer for mindless behavior with my two besties Alexus and Jasmine. I feel torn that prod left but ayyee Nobody knows this but i kinda like rayon, ray idk what it feels like to like someone bcus my dad always abused me and i never liked boys ever since but the past is gone and im living the life out in L.A.

Alexus pov
Hello im alexus but i perfer u call me lexi. I live with my sister jasmin and bestie liyah in L.A me and my sister been through alot our parents...

The mirror of fate chapter three: Amirell

posted by misscrazel

November 5th 9,999,980 BC 6:01 A.M.
Mist wanders down a small deer trail through the woods. He pulls himself up onto a glistening arbre branch. He sees a small girl huddled on the ground. He jumps down and slowly approaches her.
He draws an arrow. The girl turns around.
'Who are you?' asks Mist.
'I am Amirell, daughter of Amerith,' she says. 'Now tell me, who are you?'
'I am Mist, son of Karellcia.' he says.
'I could help you,' says Amirell. 'I have nourriture and water. if we rationed it we would have enough.'
'I shall not need a woman's help,' says Mist. 'tis easy to find nourriture out here. If I killed...

The last émeraude

posted by jeweleryfan11

About:
Once i was having a jour dream about this story. And it brang me to this. A story about AshleyxDamon.

Chapter 1: Sunset
Sitting in an oak tree,a young 13 an old was écriture a letter to her father in Tokyo. He was doing research. Then her twin Austin came. "What are toi doing here?," she asked. "I l’amour the sunset", Austin said. "That's why i'm here," Ashley said. They watched the beautiful sunset and went in they're vintage home. "Ashley who is the letter for,"Austin asked. " Dad," she answered. "Dinner toi guys," there mother said. And they went inside.
Credit to breebree446

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Daydreamer: Sapphire's Story: Intro

posted by EmilyMJFan910

Based on a short film par EmilyMJFan910.

Sapphire was a normal girl. She was very happy with her life and saw herself as lucky. But she had one very special trait.
Sapphire loved to daydream.
She daydreamed every day, all jour long. She dreamed about flying! Romance! Animals! Anything and everything. But mostly, she dreamed about changing into someone different. One minute she was a mermaid, another she was a princess. One she was a celebrity, the other she was an adventurous horse rider. But sometimes, when Sapphire was dwelling in the deepest of her daydreams, she would get carried away, causing...