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The Struggle To Write A Screenplay door R.L. Scott via FilmCourage.com.
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posted by DxCFan123
Bruno had just.. saved me. The giant brand monsters were gone. He grabbed my hand and kept saying "follow me, follow me" Finally, we reached a forest."I have a confession. Im magic" I tried to sound surprised and zei "What? How?" He zei shamefully "Im a god helper. I am a god but may never go to the god world." " Wow! Thats amazing! So that's how u saved me?" I said. He nodded. He zei out loud "I AM HERE!" And we were sent into a room. The room was dark and musty. Only a dim light lit the room. Bruno zei "We shall go to the mountains" and we teleported into the mountains. I was amazed....
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Everyone has a red glass window.It's called your heart.People's windows differ from others,some windows are shaded out and don't let any light come in and than there are some windows that are open to whatever goes pass their them.
Is your window open of closed out?
Would u let the air in if u had the chance?
My window has been open for quite some time and the same gush of wind keeps coming in and I've grown to love and need that one breath that air gives me.But that gush of wind I've grown to love sometimes easily breaks my window with it's power.But yet can easily fix my window up again with it's strength.It is a constant fight between letting that gush of wind in because I'm afraid of the wind breaking my window once more.But that same gush of wind I'm so scared of but yet love so much,loves me as well but that wind can spread far.Far enough to other people's windows as well.

Always an constant fight between the wind and the window!
Maybe I should ditch P.E. today?Ive never ditched school before so this was definitely a first for me.What would be my excuse though?I could just picture Ms.Anime's face if I were to come to be P.E. with this crap:"Oh,hey Ms.A.,I can't exactly stay for P.E. today....because I'm pregnant...well at least I think I am?So,yeah I'll see u tomorrow,maybe." then just walk away without looking back."I'm screwed!"Those were the words that would repeat in my head over,over,and over again.

"Hey Annie!Missed u at lunch yesterday!"My best friend Arlette was referring to yesterday when I bailed on lunch...
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Random Song of Poem of Something
So um enjoy. Idk wot this is but whatev :)

I'll Break this Spell

I’ve lived my life in shadows
Walking at your pace
I couldn’t see that u were so shallow
I was too mesmerized door your face

Now I can see
All that you’ve done to me

I’ll break this spell
That you’ve put on me
Ever so easily
I won’t treat u well
After all it’s me
That you’ve messed up completely
I’ll make u pay hell
If that’s what will set me free
If it’ll set me free
posted by emmett
Breaking

I feel like I have always known you
We’ve always been so close but
u look away

u tell me that u love me
But your eyes say something else
It shouldn’t be so difficult for me
To turn away

Chorus:
Every time we talk at night
Every time u make me feel alright
When u say goodbye
u say you’ll think of me all the time
I know it’s a lie
And I’m slowly breaking
I’m slowly breaking

Somehow u just cannot see
The way I smile when u look at me
Are u completely blind?
Cuz’ I’ve gegeven u all the signs
That I love u

Chorus:

And now I’m falling apart
You’ve gone from my life
I can’t take it anymore
My new best friend is a knife
What u were to me
Made me complete
posted by Thalia_huntress
“Brandon!” I call. “Just follow my voice love.” he says sweetly. My love I miss his light brown hair and slightly tan skin. “I’ve finally found you!” I zei happily. “Now my love…” he kissed me I missed him so much, then something sharp cut my neck.[i/] Then I woke with a start “who in the world’s Brandon?” I ask myself. I sat up on my bed looked at my clock it was 4:37 ugh three hours till school. I took a warm douche dried my hair. That left me with two hours till school. Finally sleep found me again. [i]“Kura! Find a man named Charlie well this would be his grand...
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Probably the toughest time in anyone's life is when u have to murder a loved one because they're the devil.


Belinda’s p.o.v

All 6 of us stood in the lounge room; we tried to not pay attention to the maid cleaning around, dusting and wiping anything that looked dirty. It was awkward sitting there doing our normal routine in fact it was too weird. Tayce was just sitting there eating an appel, apple while doing her toe nails, which were on top, boven of Bobby’s legs. Kale and Ruby just sat there giving each other the death glare...weird. Justin was hard in paper work and I was just sitting there standing...
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posted by Bella_Swan3
"What reason do u have for living, if all u have done is brought sorrow, pain, and anger? Everyone will want u dead, in any case."

Taylor looked up at the blank, expressionless face of Lady MacDonald.

Taylor scrambled to her feet, bowing her head at the superior vampire.

"I apologise for the havoc I have caused, my Lady," Taylor zei bitterly, gesturing at the shards of broken glass that lay on the floor.

"No matter. It is not as if I was particularly attached to my father's belongings," Lady MacDonald said, sounding detached.

Taylor kept silent, not knowing what to say.

"What reason for...
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Pitching A Crime televisie Series To Hollywood - Full Interview with Screenwriter Curtis straal, ray via link For meer videos, please visit link
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Developing A Screenwriting Idea door Diane klok, bell and Chris Byrne of RebelHeartFilm.com and Obselidia via link For meer videos, please visit link
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posted by Thalia_huntress
thanks dancing_banana for your idea. and if u have any ideas send me a message plzz tell me what u think.


There were two other women with him the first one looked like Charlie and Marcus the other was Annabel. Charllie was closer then i tought he zei from right behind me "yes that's our mother our father got killed in jail when he saw her he killed the man." i can see where he got his looks. we kept walking. a lady saw us she welcomed us in to her house she braided my hair with pale blue ribbon running through it. she gave me a dress that was pale blue like the ribbon. it had white roses...
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posted by Bella_Swan3
Taylor sat with her back against the wall, her arms wrapped around her knees, as she relived memories of pain.

The broken glass that littered the floor served as a reminder. Everywhere she looked, she saw a memory, the earliest being when she was barely four.

Dying. Perhaps that is how it feels, filled with the thoughts and reminiscence of the life u have lived, and in some cases, wished u hadn't.

The slight nine jaar old sat on the riverbank. There was a boy, about as old as she was sitting volgende to her.

"He did it again, didn't he?" the boy asked softly, gently touching a bruise on the...
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She stepped into the flat sorely, gazing at his stuff. He’s left so soon, without saying he would do so, without mentioning any goodbyes with his deep, sad voice. Everything was the same, nothing has been moved, and nothing has been replaced. He took nothing with him but his endless tears. He took nothing with him but his sadness and misery. He took nothing … but the shattering hearts with its deep wounds.
She did fool him with her sweet words and enchanting look, but she’s never thought that such a smart person like him can’t be fooled with her stupid words. Her words did nothing but...
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posted by Thalia_huntress
"catch me if u can!" my little sister yells running in the back yard.i go after her. she suddenly stops. "Jaz!Jaz! come here!" she calls. "yes Abbie?" i fallow her eyes. smoke was riseing from the house. oh-no i thought. i grab my cell phone and dial 911. there here in twenty minutes. they've put out the fire. our parents are dead. i sit on one of the chairs in our back yard. abigal climbs into my lap and hides her face in my hair then she crys. i must've looked like a statue becuase my breathing was shallow. "sweeties are u ok?" my rich aunt said. i blinked "yes were fine aunt julie" i...
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What Must Happen In The First 10 Pages Of Every Screenplay door Michael Hauge & Mark W. Travis via linkMore video interviews at link
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