Writing Article: Marks chapter 1 bitten

posted by fiestagirl12345

Authors note: okay what's this story mostly is about is. That who ever gets bitten door a vampire. Leaves a scar of a ster on the palm of their hand. u might be thinking what? These are different vampires. With different gifts.

Scarlet's P.O.V

I woke up. The sun filling half the room.i lived In a small town. With little shops here ad their. It is always dark and gloomy. Rarely sun. I woke up getting dressed in my out-fit link. I walked out the door sighing. Gosh I was exhausted. I was. Looking at the ster on my hand. Why why did I get bitten. Why me. Anyways I got my things and headed to school.

mroland09 Nice little tease you've given us! As far as your writing goes, try to focus on one topic and describe it, then go on to describe something else, like the town for instance, when appropriate. Also, if she's depressed about this scar, why is she brushing it off "anyways..." and not getting deep and soul-searchy?

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So u thought Kindergarten was hard...

posted by sophiahs

It probably took u a while to learn the 26 letters of the alphabet back when u started school. But actually, u should count yourself lucky. Some languages use alphabets with many meer letters than that. Russian, for example, has 33 letters, and the Khmer language of Cambodia has over 70. And in China and Japan, where they write with signs called 'characters', there are hundreds, even thousands of different shapes to remember. Japanese primary school children are expected to learn about a thousand characters before they can go on to high school!

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Background check

posted by candyvtoby511

Tess’s parents were shot down right before her eyes, coming out through the side door of a theatre. She couldn’t understand why he had killed them and not her. The murderer was young, maybe even the same age as herself. He was disguised as an older man, but she could still tell he was quite young, 14 of so.
Tess is walking late at night with her dog alone, thinking about her parent’s mysterious murderer; why didn’t he kill her as well? What motive did he have to kill them? She ponders over the words her mother spoke in her dying breath; what did she mean that I shouldn’t trust him?...

Emmanuel straal, straal, ray Successfully Opens Gibraltar Fashion Week

posted by ts_ilieva

Emmanuel Cuts The Ribbon to Open Fashion Week Gibraltar - (Picture door goud Productions Studios (Gibraltar) www.goldps.com)

Emmanuel Cuts The Ribbon to Open Fashion Week Gibraltar - (Picture by Gold Productions Studios (Gibraltar) www.goldps.com)

Emmanuel Ray, Britain’s Fashion icoon of The jaar 2011 (Fashions Finest Awards), successfully opened Fashion Week Gibraltar on 18 April 2012 at the Casemates Gallery in Gibraltar.
London – In front of an excited crowd Emmanuel Raygave a short speech thanking everyone who came to the opening, his publicist David J Mann, director ofHighmore PR, and Fashion Week Gibraltar’s organiser and fashion designer Reene Weston. He then proceeded to cut the red ribbon allowing everyone to start their Fashion Week experience.
Emmanuel had this to say about the opening,
“What an amazing experience it was....

A Promise I Won't Forget- A Short Story

posted by IlovePatch97

If i get enough commentaren i will extend it.

It was damp, smelled of earth and pine, I heard leaves rustle, twigs snap as animals scurried in the boom tops. I wasn't supposed to be here, this wasn't my room, my bed. I was supposed to me in door cottage on eagle lake. I was supposed to be asleep, top, boven bunk with my younger brother Elliot on the bottom. I was supposed to be smelling fabric softener and hear the soft snore from little Elli, feel the heat of my cat sleeping on my chest. I opened my eyes and I could see the sky, black with soft twinkle of a million ster and the florescent glow of the moon....

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Science project!

posted by precious211

“Before we leave I must warn you. We are now entering alien territory, so be careful and considerate to you’re new surroundings. One stupid mistake can get you, and everyone around u killed.”

The safety instructor’s voice boomed across the large, air conditioned spaceship. It sounded oddly cheerful for someone who had just told them that they could all die.
Everyone tried to see where her line of vision was pointing towards. It was aimed toward the windows.
Kendra glanced through them and, and gulped. They were about four thousand feet above sea level, and the space craft had just...

How to Avoid Writing a Sentence Fragment

posted by IloveMyLord

Using correct grammar and sentence structure is vital if u want to convey your thoughts accurately. u also want your writing to hold the reader's attention. Nothing is meer annoying than reading a manuscript littered with grammatical errors. The error of writing sentence fragments is a common error. Sentence fragments are incomplete sentences that don't express a complete thought.

tips:
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Have a subject for every verb. The subject is the actor in the sentence. The verb is the action taken in a sentence.

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Make sure all of your dependent clauses have a completing thought. An independent...

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Perfect (part 1)

posted by cutiegirl01

(Please tell me your opinion on my story and be truthful please!)

    “Erik get down here now!” My father yelled.
    “I’m coming, I’m coming!” I hurried down the stairs. I learned in the last 17 years I’ve been alive, that if my dad calls me I need to be down fast…or else…
    I got down the stairs, and went into the living room where he always sat on his days off. “Yes, dad? What can I get you?”
    My mother smiled up at me from her book, “You are such a good son, Erik-“
    My...

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Boom Boom Clap

posted by NormalcyIsDead

Boom boom clap
Bounce your head, snap
To the classic, to the rap

Step ball change
Basic with a buck
Pleay, tour jete
Bounce your head to the rock

One two three,
Two two three,
Count along with your head
Mosh with the beat

Hop shuffle hop back
Twirl your arms, bend your back
Do the thingamajiggie
Wear out your taps

Breathe it in, breathe it out
Reach for the sky, dance on the ground
Flitter here, gallop there
Lose yourself anywhere

Flow with the music
Feel it in your veins
As u bounce your head, snap
Boom boom clap

Forbidden Love (Epilogue)

posted by DxCFan123

Third Person POV
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Sadao walked up to God and asked him if he was eligible to be in Heaven. God just simply nodded his head. Sadao walked through the large golden gates and found himself walking through his town he lived in when he was alive. He found his way to his house, and swung open the door. Everything was how it was before. He started crying, remembering the memories he had with Kat here. He heard crying coming from his room, so he opened the door and saw a blonde girl curled up in the corner of his room, sobbing.

"K-K-Kat?" he managed to stutter out. The blonde looked...

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Prologue to possible Soul Series

posted by dragonwriter

As light fades the brightest of souls can even be turned to do the darkest of things. As time time pushes vooruit, voorwaarts the mind and body of an individual changes for either good of bad. the decisions they make and the things they do will stick with them forever. I was told this many years geleden door a wise old man that fortold my future. He zei "the one with the dragon soul is not alone in the world he knows." After being told this it left me nothing but confused but i had a feeling that it wouldn't be the last time i heard of it.

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God's Lost Child 2

posted by StarsGoBlue

God's Lost Child
Chapter 2: An Indefinite Prisoner Of War

"Unbelievable! Un-fucking-believable."
A nerdy blonde cussed as he stormed through the upper deck of Sovereign, his hands raised above his head in protest.
"Oh, let's put Baird in charge of the rookie! Since he's busy anyway. Let's just give him meer shit to do, that's easier on us!"
He continued to fume violently as Nicole followed a veilig distance behind. The rest of Delta Squad had dispersed to their cabins to change into their night attire. Baird had been chosen to school the rookie, thanks to his big mouth. After a bit of sighing...

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The Writer's Block: Starting a Story and Character Develpment

posted by dragonsmemory

In this series of guides, I'll be tonen u the best techniques for writing your story. These are tried-and-true techniques, and they work.
First up: characters. Every story has characters. We all know that. But what u may not realize is that some portions of a character need not be mentioned. Why spend three pages on your character's dimples if they have nothing to do with the plot? In order to keep your readers hooked, u have to yourself to things that are involved with the plot.
Before u decide on a plot, u should get to know each of your characters. After all, you're telling...

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The Stuffed Animal

posted by PhoenixRoyale

This is another poem that I have written. It was inspired door some commentaren about stuffed animals/plushies on Youtube being people's friends. Enjoy.
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The Stuffed Animal.
To some, they are stupid.
They are useless.
They are disgusting little balls of fluff.

Those people think that it's necessary
to pick on the innocence of others
for having a collection of their own.
They poke fun, they tease, they even insult.

They target that person's age.
Sometimes even their gender.
They think they need to grow up.
They think these fluffy plushies are meant for babies.

But to those innocent people,
the ones who are quite...

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La parte prohibida del bosque

posted by shenelopefan

La parte prohibida del parque

"La depresión es la que guía, la alegría es la que llega"

En la ciudad dónde yo vivía de niña, había un parque en dónde siempre pasaba las tardes con mis amigos. Éramos un grupito de niñas y niños que nos juntábamos a jugar en ronda, cantábamos canciones que no tenían sentido (casi nuestro propio idioma, de hecho) y recorríamos todo el parque jugando a las escondidillas.

Bueno, no todo el parque porque había una a la que los adultos no les gustaba que vayamos. Era un sector tan lleno de árboles que, desde afuera parecía una selva en medio de un parque...

Writermind: A Glimpse of My Writing Technique

posted by dragonsmemory

The room is silent, as always. Nothing can be heard, aside from the soft rasp of pencil on paper. Words take form, joining various thoughts into one whole. On the outside, nothing is different from the average writer. To find what sets me apart, we must look deeper than the surface.
Inside my mind, afbeeldingen and ideas race about, sometimes colliding, sometimes not. This whirlwind is composed of everything I know, read, seen, heard, of thought of. It is here that my greatest works begin to form.
To toon how thw whiirlwind works, let us have an example. During practice for spring track, I noticed...

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Cursed angel

posted by Lord_Anubis

If u mates like it, comment, I'll make meer if anyone notices it =3

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''Oi, u guys! What are u doin'?!'' screamed a brown haired boy from the street.
''Mind your own business and go back under your momma's skirt, of you'll get some too!'' replied the tallest boy on playground, probably the leader of the rest 4 boys.
5 of them were teasing one small boy, taking away from him candies and ruining his game on playground. The brown haired boy frowned with his black eyes and started walking towards them.
''You scum really have guts! 5 tall dogs on 1 small...

About the Eden Chronicles

posted by dragonsmemory

The Eden Chronicles is the fantasy series I am currently working on. As the series is in progress, I decided to add a club here, allowing you, Reader, to tell me your thoughts.
In writing the series, I decided to document the entire history of Eden. I called this place Eden because it is where the spirits of dead animals and plants are taken. No humanspirit has ever been pure enough to come here. Eden is a true paradise.
The first book, A Little Bit meer Than Love, takes place toward the end of Eden's history. Later in the series, I hope to explain the past. Once I get caught up, I will then...

The Stolen ~ Chapter 3

posted by Kimi4312

Chapter 3: Here It Goes Again.
Roxana woke up one night to hear a loud howl outside her window, she slided herself out of bed with her covers wrapped around her, she walked toward the window and saw a somewhat a large white wolf outside, watching her then it turned its head to hear other wolves howling, the white wolf runs off to follow the howl, Roxana felt like she knew that wolf for a long time, Roxana walked back to her bed and lies down, but she couldn't sleep, she kept tossing and turning but she couldn't sleep, she sat up, grab her wallet and pull out a foto of a beautiful, pale-skinned,...

The Stolen ~ Chapter 1

posted by Kimi4312

Chapter 1: Don't Change Me.
A young and beautiful succubus named Roxana opened her green eyes as she sees the sun flooded her dark room with lights from her windows, she sat up in her twin bed, the mattress was tan and her covers were chocolate brown color, she pulled herself out of the bed and throws on her black tank top, then she slipped on her jeans on her long and beautiful legs, Roxana then walked in her bathroom and brushed her long red hair slowly as she stares at herself in the mirrior, she put her brush on the sink and walked outside, as she walks, she turns around as she feels like...

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The Machinist guild. A short story door dexisawesome.

posted by dexisawesome

We were builders. We were builders, fighters, scholars, but meer importantly, friends. When the Government took all our rights away, our food, money, our culture, we allied ourselves against it. But they had a machine. A machine that could sail the seas and air. It was called, The Oppresive. The Oppresive forced us underground, making us creatures of the very soil they walk on. But it is time for our revolution. We have a great machine, bigger than the Oppresive, and stronger than it. It will trample them like a boy tramples grass. No resistance at all, we are sure of it. We are ready. We have...