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posted by yamiXyugi
The sky was growing dark when it all happened. I was strolling through the park, the same as any day. I was alone, all alone. i looked up to find not one wolk in the sky.
'Night already?' I thought. I looked at my watch. 3:00 pm it read. "That's odd," I said. I decided to go home pagina then.
As I made my way home, things got weirder. There were no cars on the straat and no lights on in any of the apartment buildings.
I turned down an allyway, my usual way home, when I felt an unatural tugging sensation in my gut. I didn't know why, but i was suddenly walking in the complete opposite direction of my house.
It felt like my body was under someone else's control. I started jogging, then running.
"Stop it!" I yelled. I tried to force my legs to stop moving, but as soon as I tried, I felt a searing pain go from my forehead to the base of my spine. I screamed and everything went black.
posted by Insight357
    I sat in a chair door the window. I was still in the asylum. Days had passed, and nothing changed. I hadn’t heard anyone speak of Alexander. Doctors would come in my room every few hours to make sure I was still alive, of to make sure my arm didn‘t hurt.
    I asked one of the doctors about my arm. None of them knew how I broke it. Even the paramedics zei it was broken when the man from the motel called. I didn’t break it. I knew I didn’t. I think the motel manager did. He probably crushed it when he found out I never gave his Nyquil back.
    Earlier...
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posted by ginax0o
Something has severely struck my curiosity
Did he know of his ill fate?
What were his last thoughts?
Did he even have any?
If so were they about his family?
If his life flashed before his very eyes,
Did he have any regrets about what he saw?
What were his last words?
So many vragen about this stranger dying before my very eyes ,
whom I know absolutely nothing about.
The touchiest of subjects and its stuck on my mind
Truthfully, the only people who know the answer
are forever gone.
When time comes for me to know the answer
What will I be thinking about?
Will I know of what is to come of me?
Who will I...
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posted by elizasmomma
I'm setting here looking at a paused televisie screen and i soon think to myself is that the way that our life is life when we are put on hold.

If tht's the case then why are we not able to do the work that we have been meant to do forever,
how can the people in our lives trust us for the decisions that we make in our daily lives that we live.

are we really meant to be th people that we are meant to be of are we just passing through this earth with no-where to go but down, that is what i think about when i see a paused tv.

so what do u think about this journal entry that i just wrote u need to think about what i zei and give me your best anwsers that u can give.

thnx erie morgan maples
posted by Triscia95
The entire neighborhood was out in the front yard of Sarah's house. They had all come back from the 4th of July fireworks at the high school and were now waiting for the huge firework toon that her father put on every year.

Though Sarah wasn't out front with everyone waiting for the show. Instead her and Niall were running out to the pool. The toon was a little over a half an uur long so they finally had time to themselves.

The backyard was dark, but the pool water lit up beautifully from the full moon light. Millions of stars shown in the black sky, something that doesn't happen to often...
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posted by GummyBears_11
A poem written door me. :]

Snow, snow, u are perfect.
When u fall down, u are white. A clean white.
Beauty, beauty.
The beauty of snow.


We put on mittens, we throw on scarves.
We run outside a pick u up, ball u up,
and toss you.

Then we get cold.

We run inside and drink coffee and cocoa, we
snuggle up, we run hot baths.

Why, snow, why are u so cold, so numbing?


~

A new girl at school is seen door the queen bee.
She is approached.
The queen bee wears expensive clothes and carries a designer bag.
Her hair is sleek and red, with gorgeous highlights in all the right places.

She isn't skinny, nor is she...
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posted by Dhampires
Hate.Disappointment.Regret.They all make up some of the worst thing in our lives...then why can't we just give it up?Give it up and just throw all our problems away?The answer is simple because this,this is reality not a fairytale of some fiction story,where the writer can just have their way over their characters like puppets.No.Not at all in reality does one have their way to control their life of the lies that people tell them.There's no stopping your troubles in life of changing the regret you've made in the past ...it's life.
posted by para-scence
"Blake!" I shouted. I ran down the stairs, grabbing my jas and quickly throwing it on. He came in, holding Tristen and Blakely in his arms.

"Huh?" he asked, completely unconcerned.

"Hollis is being taken to the hospital," I zei quickly. His eyes widened. "We need to go!" He nodded, and we got the twins in their car seats, and soon were off to the hospital.

"What happened?!" he asked, his voice thick with tension.

"I don't know! Her teacher just called, and zei she was being taken to the hospital! I didn't really think to ask the details!" I said, panicked. We were nearly speeding, but still...
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Sorry this is so long and confusing! I promise the volgende part will be meer exciting! :)

I never realized how much it hurt to be shot. Who would believe that that was the least of my worries? I certainly didn’t, so as I was screaming my head off, all people from around the school came into the band hall to see who was screaming. I suppose they would be a bit disappointed that someone was just shot and no one had gone crazy, which would have been equally entertaining, but there was tension in the room. Kids stood awkwardly around, not knowing what to do. People that had crowded around me earlier...
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posted by WildCherryWolf
To You,

Why? Why are u so gorgeous? Why were u wearing shorts?

I was tossing and turning in bed last night, knowing that as soon as I saw your face, I would like u again. Dammit, I was right. I do. Sort of, anyway.

And I saw u in class. I peeked through the window. Damn, I saw you.

My dreams did u no justice. You're too gorgeous! Your blonde hair, u didn't cut it, that kind of made me happy.

Your eyes, why! Why did I have to want u so bad again?

Chloe and I, we were going to call u vampire. But now, I'm all shy again. Too bad, conscience. I'm going to do it. Vampire! Vampire! You...
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posted by zutaradragon
such a waste, my life whole life is a fake!...but im sure ive been a thorn inside of you...that's torn at u for years. but, sometimes i can taste how bitter i've become...& its meer then i can bare. sometimes i pray for someone to blow me away. just make it quick, but let it burn...so i can feel the pain thats torn at me for years. i can't be held responsable, 'cause this is all so new to me. can i...leave my pain behind?

the sercomstances of one's birth are irrelavent. its what u DO with the gift of life, that determends who u are. the pain u feel...its normal. let it go.

u think?

yes. u need to forgive and forget.

i can't...

u can.

but i can't just do nothing...

it's not nothing!

i cant just...forget.

it's hard to forgive, and its hard to forget, but it's easy to do nothing...

you're right...
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posted by Katiegirl
Nightfall was rising rapidly on this wondrous night.
    I found myself dozing into a heavenly sleep. My dreams
    began to indulge my inner thoughts seductively I could
    Feel myself falling into an internal state of mind. A place
    where only my dreams had a recollection of my desires
    of this world. In the outermost parts of my dream I
    could faintly hear the loud thunderous storm
    lurking outside my window. Slightly beyond
    the...
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posted by Screamer45
Teen Pregnancy

Introduction: Why are there so many teens pregnant ? And why do they do it in the first place if they know they are going to regret it ? The answer is too much freedom and absolutly no discipline.Teenagers don't understand the fact that one dag they'll regret it , but the problem is that they say,"Oh no that will never happen to me, I have self-control "but when that self-control isn't controllable anything can happen .
First Paragraph: But teenage pregnancy is preventable.Some times during pregnancy it's very difficult to keep up with others and activities like ; running , P.E....
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posted by ellie_bellie135
This is a short extract from the story I'm writing (Symbus). If u could please give me some feeeback on my style of writing and possibly some things I could improve it would be a big help. Thank you. :D

‘This is Princess Alyssia Renesme of the brand Kingdom.’ He paused pointedly. ‘I’ll sell her to u for 300 goud pieces, and I think we both know that’s generous.’
‘You bastard!’ Alyss screeched.
‘Do u think I’m a fool? There’s no way in hell that’s her. But I’ll give u 50 silver pieces for her…We’ll have some fun anyway, wont we, love?’ He winked and chuckled....
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posted by TeamRosalieHale
16: Memories

As fast as master had made up it’s mind to wait until they were mortal again, it decided to send IT out to get her again. IT was not pleased with this decision, though IT did not let IT’s emotions show. Although IT was not fully healed, Dr. kraan zei it would be veilig for IT to attempt another mission.
At the same time IT was preparing to leave again, Alice had safely reached the Denali clan and the carriage trooped on without Michael though Tristan, Jack, and David didn’t seem to care. Rosalie kept to herself though Jack stayed close.
Shortly before they crossed the border...
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posted by ZekiYuro
Basics: Age 17, Born October 20, 1968. Lives in Berlin, Germany
Blond hair, blue eyes.

What is your happiest memory?
My happiest memory was when my parents to me to Der Märchenbrunnen. This is a beautiful park There are fountains and lots of statues of the Grimm brother’s fairy tale characters. It is wonderful to take a picnic lunch and just sit and watch people and watch the calming water.

What don’t u want anyone to find out about you?
I have to be careful when I tell u this. I don’t want anyone to know how much I’d like to live in the West. If anyone heard me telling u this I...
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