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As I awoke the volgende morning Mother was already hard at work makeing breakfest and cleaning the house even though it was already spotless, "Mother are u alright?" I asked comeing from upstairs still kinda dizzy from last night's ordeal, "Yes dear just doing some cleaning." Mother replied as she started to clean the bookshelf, "Mother it seem's something has spooked you." I zei siting down at the tafel, tabel "It's nothing Max!" she replied with fear in her voice I looked at her with great concern, *Barking* "What is it boy?" I zei with a worried tone as I reached to pet him but something was wrong, Simba was acting different he tried to bite me!! "Mother what's wrong with Simba?!" I zei with still shakeing *growling* "Simba bad dog!!" Mother yelled as she hit him with the broom, Simba ran off and out the doggy door. "What has gotten into that dog?" Mother asked as she took a closer look at my hand, "Well he didn't bite you, thank goodness." Mother zei as she sat down in the chair volgende to me, I looked at her "Mother something is wrong Simba has never tried to hurt me... was it because of what happen last night?" I asked as I got up and walked over to her "....No Max it wasn't what happened it was what u found yesterday." Mother replied crying as she looked at me "Mother..." I zei as I started to cry a bit too huging her tightly "Max I don't want to lose u too.." Mother replied crying even meer holding me tighter. "Mother.... please tell me I don't want u to think u will lose.. maybe there is something I can do!" I zei as I let go of her with my head hung low still crying "Max...." Mother replied crying but with a smile on her face as if she knew I was the only one who could do something "Go get the pendent u found yesterday dear." Mother zei as she stood up and pointed toward's the stair's, I smiled a little as I went upstair's and into my room but when I entered I felt a dark presence behind me, I didn't let that bother me I ran for the pendent but something had latched hold of me from behind, I turned around but nothing was there, I reached for the pendent but it was slightly out of reach "You're mine boy!!" zei a voice comeing from behind me, I had felt this presence before but I couldn't pin point where, I had finally reached the pendent as soon as I grabed it the presence faded when I turned around with the pendent in hand "What the hell is going on here?" I asked myself as I ran back downstair's. door the time I had gotten to the keuken-, keuken the dark presence had returned "Mother! where are you!!" I yelled at the top, boven of my lung's it seemed the dark presence had turned out all the light's in the house and cover it in darkness and muck, I was struggleing to find Mother but it seemed hopeless "Max.... Max over here!!" a voice zei comeing from my left it sounded like Mother so I ran off in that direction wadeing through the muck that had found it's way into our home pagina "Mother!!" I yelled as the light's in the keuken-, keuken came back on, it seemed the dark presence had captured Mother and was draining her life energy "Max.... run.." Mother zei as she muttered her last word's before her soul was forever taken door the dark presence "NOOO!!!!!! MOTHER!!!!!" I yelled as a bright light eminated from my chest, with one last burst of light everything was gone. When I awoke it was pitch black "Not again." I zei to myself as if I had already been through this before, as I moved around trying to find a way out it seemed like there was no way of knowing where I was, it felt like day's had gone door but I couldn't tell "Will I ever get out?!" I thought to myself as I sat down crying over my Mother being taken from me door that dark presence, a couple hour's later sorrow turned to anger then anger to depression, as I lie there hopeless someone started talking to me "Max.." the voice zei as it sounded like it was getting closer "What's wrong?" the voice asked as if it was right infront of me, I looked around but nothing was there. "Who's there?" I asked as i looked even meer "A close friend Max." the voice replied I got up and walked vooruit, voorwaarts "You won't be able to find me Max.. not untill u learn to harnas the power u controll" the voice zei as the room lite up, I finally could see, as I looked around to get my bareings the light in my chest started to glow again "Huh? not this again." I zei as I grabed my chest in slight pain "There Max that power is you're greatest weapon harnas it and use it to find you're Mother." the voice replied as it started manifesting itself infront of me. It looked like Simba but thar couldn't be Simba had ran out before the dark presence consumed the house "Don't be alarmed Max it's me Simba." he zei with a happy tone, I was shocked that he could even talk.... "Am I dreaming?" I asked as I was struggleing to keep from fainting "Are u going to be okay Max?" Simba asked in a worried voice as he rushed over to me. I couldn't hold myself any longer I blacked out and fell "Max!" Simba zei as he cought me before I hit the floor.
posted by PotterLambert93
I miss my old house. I was happy and fine there. I hate the monsters who screwed us out of there. I wish my parents could have fought to keep it and pay it off rather than find a rental house. I don't care for this new place very much. I hate that the keuken-, keuken is downstairs, I hate the neighborhood and the area, and I cannot stand the animals that make noise in the backyard all night long. I miss my old room, where I can watch the sunset in the summer, I miss going for long walks in my old neighborhood, and most of all, I miss the memories.
posted by sawfan13
I couldn't stop screaming like an idiot. The snake went to attack, until a muscular hand grabbed it, and threw it really far. I looked behind me and jumped a little. Howl looked at me confused as I said,"Thanks. Um..I..uh...don't ask why I'm here. I just gave u and Lilith some alone time together, and then...th-th-the snake came an-a-and j-jus-just scared me." Howl kept looking at me with that adorable confused look on his face. He just grabbed me door the waist and swung me back to our camp site.

After Howl and I came back, he walked over to Lilith, and started kissing her and stroking her...
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posted by moodystuff449
I stood outside of the cave, watching them. I knew what to do now, but I had hoped that it would not have to go this way. 'Too late now.' I told myself, "Good night." I whispered. My sister woke up, and I slipped back out into the darkness.

*

I woke up like always but something didn't feel right, I walked outside. The air was as cold as death and… There were 2 moons. Side door side, orange, thin, crescent moons. The moon, the stars, and the sun were all out at the same time. The sun gave off barely any light of heat, just a hardly visible smooth ice like dish in the sky. How I recognized it as...
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posted by summerfrog
notes I don't have a name for the story yet...
my quote marks on my keyboard don't work so I use { }<--instead
the time period is the rennessonce time(?)
the point of view changes alot

narrator POV
Zane Caldwell entered the ball room waring a simple black suit. he had no interest in being there at all and he was only there out of cutesy not knowing it would change his life.

Zane POV
I was at possibly the biggest and most extravagant party I had ever been to. There was beautiful women dressed in brightly colored dresses and tight corsets. All the men were wearing formal suits and tuxedos. Also another...
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posted by Dearheart
Darkness whispered outside, and frosty stars sparkled in the windows. Bits of fake snow and glitter were scattered here and there, with crumpled-up programs lying in the pews and the last strains of “Joy to the World” echoing in my head. The Christmas concert was over, and my family was off in the reception hall snarfing down sugar koekjes, cookies with everyone else. Normally I’d be with her (I have an awful sweet tooth)...but this time, something had told me to stay behind.

I glanced around the sanctuary one last time. The dim lighting combined with Christmas-sparkle gave everything a sort of...
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The Art and Craft Of Writing Comedy - Jeffrey Davis and Peter Desberg [FULL INTERVIEW] via FilmCourage.com.
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posted by axemnas
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Character sheets? I know your probably wondering why I'm bringing up character sheets in a creative writing area. The fact is character sheets can be an important tool to your writing.

If u Outline of came up with a character that u don't think quite fits in your current story, a sheet is a good tool to you.
Character sheets are a good way to keep track of your characters. Their growth as u go; It helps u work out little quirks in their personality like for example 'Twitch bites his nails when he doesn't have his twin nearby'. Every little bit helps with keeping things in mind and expanding...
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posted by malmcd
My journey hasn't been easy for me. Every step of the way I've struggled, stumbled, doubted, cursed, and felt sure that I couldn't go on. But I feel stronger because of it, almost like I needed to go through it to get where I am now. I still don't believe I'm perfect of beautiful. Maybe I'll always doubt. But maybe it's the doubt that keeps me determined. Hungry. Always looking to prove and improve myself, make myself better.
Every night, as I lie in my bed I wonder if there girls like me out there around the world...
Maybe like me, your father abandoned you, of perhaps u never even knew him....
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kruis my hart-, hart hope to die.
Cut my throat if i tell a lie.

Tayce’s p.o.v

The team were failing badly, before my eyes. “You all owe me 20 bucks” Ruby zei as she pulled out her hand. Kale sighed and then rolled his eyes. “Only because u have no faith in them” he said, she smiled and then took the 20 bucks Bobby was handing to her. “Why should I? They’re new and they know nothing” She zei with a giant smirk. Belinda sighed and then bit her bottom lip she had a worried look on her face. “What if someone gets hurt?” She asked, Tayce smiled and Ruby just rolled her eyes. Someone...
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posted by iluvtheshow
The dag Before Christmas

        The dag before Christmas my whole life changed. Time stopped as snow fell. People cried but I didn’t feel any pain. I was full of a sadness that swallowed me whole. I was numb.

    I remember waking up that day, happy and excited. It was the last dag before Christmas and I was going shopping. I had just received my license and was quickly becoming independent. My wheels were everything. I searched the house but my parents were gone. I figured they were already out preparing for tomorrow. It was still...
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Eric Edson's top, boven 23 Screenwriting Lessons via FilmCourage.com.
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