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 Once upon a....you know what, forget this cliche starter!
Once upon a....you know what, forget this cliche starter!
To me, one of the hardest things to do is the begginning. How exaculy do we start it off? What do we say? I'm not a complete genius on writing, but I have written my fair share of stories. Then thrown them away and started over. Then throw them away and start over again. u could say i've kind of become gifted in the art of the first chapter. Here's an artikel to help my fellow writers out!

1. Start Off With Someone Saying Something!
This would be what my annoying language art teacher called a "Grabber." Get the readers attention door introducing a character through dialouge. For example;

"Hey Caleb, do u need a ride?" Caleb morgan turned to see his friend Chikara Wang cruising beside him in his car. Chikara was really the only one of his vrienden who knew how to drive. He himself was stuck walking.
"Sure, why not?" He climbed into the passenger side beside him.


2. The Good 'Ol beschrijving Scene!

Every now and then, we come across the decription scene. A paragraph of "It was a bright and sunny morning. Birds were chirping in the sky." While it's not my favoriete way to go, some people manage to make it work. Try describing the town of where the story takes place, of the building your characters are currently in. School? Thier house? The bowling alley?


3. The "Code Red" Alert!

Try to get the reader's attention door saying something urgent. For example, in Maximum Ride, the main chacter, Max, starts off door saying your lives are in danger if u don't read her book. The book is about a group of children who were genetic experiments. So if your trying to breach to a teen/pre-teen audience, it really hits close to home. I wanted to include the opening on this artikel but I couldn't find it. Poo! Many times, these "Code Reds" could be used as prolouges.


4. The Action Scene!

The action scene. It's a part of the story where something really big is happening. Usually a battle of major drama. Take the first chapter of Maximum Ride for instance!

The funny thing about facing imminent death is that it really snaps everything else into perspective. Take right now, for instance.
Run! Come on, run! u know u can do it.
I gulped deep lungfuls of air. My brain was on hyperdrive; I was racing for my life. My one goal was to escape. Nothing else mattered.
My arms being scratched to ribbons door a briar I’d run through? No biggie.
My bare feet hitting every sharp rock, rough root, pointed stick? Not a problem.
My lungs aching for air? I could deal.
As long as I could put as much distance as possible between me and the Erasers.
Yeah, Erasers. Mutants: half-men, half-wolves, usually armed, always bloodthirsty. Right now they were after me.
See? That snaps everything into perspective.
Run. You’re faster than they are. u can outrun anyone.


The Dream Sequence!

Now, picture that same scene above and picture the next. Max sitting upright in her bed. It was all a dream. The dream sequence is commonly used in today's media. u see it all the time in televisie and movies. It could also be used to start off the seconde chapter!

5. Introduce The Character!

Another way to start off, introduce your characters. This way the reader will get a first hand experience of what your characters are like, and maybe gain a little meer information about them.

Do your Own Thing!

It's always important to do your own thing, no matter what other people think. Your story. Your mind. Your imagination. Nothing in my silly little artikel should tell u how to write correctly. It's merely here to give u ideas. There's no right of wrong way to write a story.

With this last little word of encouragement...I bid u farwell. Happy writing:)
posted by Bella_Swan3
I'm losing my mind, Taylor thought as she gripped the edge of the vanity table, almost splintering it. A few shards of glass on top, boven of it were enough to tell her that her face was painted with her black tears.

I need to find out, she thought desperately. Even if it hurts. Even if the truth hurts worse than an outright lie.

Lie. So seemingly small and insignificant, and yet it could go unnoticed, almost like it could be zei and then forgotten immediately.

Lies are like a temporary fix. They solve most problems, but they will soon unravel and tear even worse than before.

Glass. Why can't I break...
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Yeah My friend is writing something to and its kinda bout the same thing but way different at the ame time.She has it up and sone1 zei that it was like Twilight. Well u can say mine is 2 but i starte driting it when i was 9. That was 2000. So enjoy.

Chapter One Truth
My mom drove me to Taylor’s house but no one was home. I really wasn’t surprised. Taylor hadn’t been home pagina every time I came. “You can come back later. I have somewhere I have to be, “my mom said. I knew I had to work hard to keep the disappointment off my face. Before Taylor started hanging out with Sam we were attached...
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posted by BellaSwan636
Serena

He didn't seem... mad. Like he should have been. Like he had every right to be.

He stopped maybe a meter away from me. I glanced up, and saw the same look of indecision I had seen on his face the first day.

I had no idea what I was supposed to do. My life is not a perfect little story where happy endings are mandatory.

I didn't expect myself to sink to the floor against the uithangbord and begin crying. There just weren't words to say what I wanted to.

I didn't expect him to sit in front of me and put his hands on my shoulders. He forced me to to look up at him, and he said, "Tell me."
posted by BellaSwan636
Serena

The volgende day, I was hurrying to school, which I had never done before. Ever.

I impatiently sped through History, English and Trig. door the time lunch came around, I was trying my utmost not to sprint to the cafeteria.

I felt so deflated when he wasn't there. The small brunnette girl, Tia, who had every single class, save for Biology, with me, was walking volgende to me. She talked a lot, she was easy to be around. She never paused, so as long as u nodded and smiled, no-one could tell u weren't listening.

I sat down with Tia and her friends. I didn't say a word the entire time.

Where was...
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posted by emmett
Never Again

Your breath lingers on my skin
Taking over all that’s true
Wanting u to win
I’m wondering is this a sin?
I’m beginning to fall
Now I’m losing it all

Your face I picture everywhere
Imagining u lying here volgende to me
Not tonen how much I care
Never daring to go back to there
Every kiss was a lie
Don’t want to admit that and say goodbye, say goodbye

Chorus:
You loved me
You belonged to me
Most nights alone
Waking to the familiar emptiness
Eating me inside
Just want to let it go and jump
Yearning to fly
Never to cry
Never again, never again

Your touch, your skin
Radiates around me
You saying...
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posted by Euri
The red glare of the brand blurs all other colors. The smoke chokes me with its sulfuric perfume. I watch from the tower as the city burns to ashes before my eyes. I want to stop it, I wish I could, but I cannot. I listen hopelessly as I hear the cries of the people, shouting, taunting.
Tears run down my cheeks. I lost it all, the power I once had has been taken from me. I could have helped so many, but I was foolish and in my foolishness I did not realize what was transpiring under my nose, what would lead to this, the burning of once a proud city to rid it of us.
Turning from the window, I...
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posted by whitelion
i always thought, and i always knew
i would end up here with you
i was a restless wanderer on a distant path
u were a lonely dreamer with a broken laugh

i would go anywhere the road would lead
my hopes and dreams is all that i would need
i don't need a house of fancy cars
i would rather sleep underneath the stars

u did'nt have much to call your own
but what a lovely smile on your face shown
u zei your chance at love had past u door
i told i'm here so dont u cry

our lives were like the pieces of a broken heart
now that we're together what a life could start
there was magic in the air that night
everything was moving at the speed of light

u were like my juliet and i your romeo
u love me i love u thats all i need to know
no longer will u dream of love thats true
no longer will i wander my zoek has led to you
posted by sevendeadlysins
Normally, this style just isn't me, but I feel like I needed to release all of my wrath, turning it into sadness, eventually.

So, I'm not an emo poem writer, but I just wanted to publiceer this piece I literally just wrote.

I am broken
There's no one left to fix me.
All hope is lost
There's so much I will never be.

I am broken
My world has been shattered.
All hope is lost
I am nothing, destroyed and battered.

I am broken
The world around me falls apart.
All hope is lost
There is no chance for a new start.

I am broken
I have been left here on my own.
All hope is lost
There's no one else; I am here alone.

I am broken
The pain is too much for me to bare.
All hope is lost
In the end, the others just don't care.

I was broken
No tears remain in my fearful eyes.
All hope is gone
My world ended with nothing but lies.
posted by cutiegirl01
“Hey Onyx!” shouted Silvia, as I was tossing my boeken into my messy locker. “Onyx can u believe it?”
     “What did u get detentions on the first day?” I asked with enthusiasm going to lunch without tripping.
“No I’ve got a datum with the hottest guy in school. David Ark!” squealed Silvia.
“That’s great for you, but I wish u got detention too.” I zei with a sigh.
“What did u do now?” asked Silvia.
“Nothing! All I did was chew gum then stick it in Matt Wireler’s hair.”
    As Silvia and I walked down the hall I could...
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Preface
In middle school there are always groups there are the popular's with their clothes’, make up, money, and fame.

Then there are the nerds with their books, notes, pencils, and beakers for science class.

The musicians and artists with their instruments, voices, paintbrushes, and masks.

The actors and actresses with all their props, costumes, make up, and outgoingness.

Then there are the gangs though there aren’t many in our school with all the bling. Boom boxes and baggy clothes.

Last there are the jocks with their footballs, uniforms, and nets.

First Period
My Dirty Blonde hair...
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*Note; This is a variation of RachelGal97’s Endless Pain. Same names; just a different plot. Please commentaar and tell me if u like and what’s your favoriete part*

Endless Pain: Chapter Four

“Selena!” Taylor shouted. She stood up and waved to Selena who stood across from her in the cafeteria. “Over here!”

“Sit down, Taylor!” Demi said, tugging on Taylor’s shirt. “You weird enough as it is.”

“Sorry.” Taylor sat down and crossed her arms.

“Hey guys,” Selena said. She set her tray down and started eating.

Demi and Taylor exchanged glances.

“What’s going on?”

“Nothing.”...
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posted by Percysclique
Chapter 1 – A Prisoner is Set Free

Amorite let the uithangbord be her guide as she descended the stairs to the dungeon. A ring of keys dangled from a sash just below her waist. Silently, Amorite tiptoed toward the sleeping guard. Kildee was asleep, but just to be on the veilig side, the sixteen jaar old girl put a pouch of powder under his nose.

Amorite’s hand shook as she took the pouch away. She knew that what she was doing was forbidden. Amorite had stolen the sleeping powder from Ilea, the healer, yesterday when Ilea had been taking care of a patient. Amorite promised herself she would return...
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That dag I thought I was a failure. I was sitting outside our house on a bench in my white dress, just staring at the dark sky while raindrops were running down my cheeks. It could have been tears as well, all I knew was that it was raining pretty hard.
As she noticed I was outside, she opened the door and told me to come inside, where it was warm. Her soft voice told me she was going to make some thee for me and that everything would be okay.
I didn't even look at her when I got up and started to run.



The gras felt wet and cold under my bare feet as I was running towards the nearby forest,...
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posted by moolah
 This is Molly Stray
This is Molly Stray
When Molly Kisses: Info
Molly Stray
Favorite Color: Black
Animal: Black Panther
Career: Bar tender
Car: Red Convertible
Book: Harry Potter
Hates: Tyler Rock, smoothies, etc.
Loves: her brother, Jake; tea, Adie, her best friend, etc.
Doesn’t want ever: to be pregnant
Wants eventually: A hubby

Tyler Rock
Favorite Color: Black
Animal: Coyote
Career: Base Player
Car: Silver Volvo
Hates: Molly Stray, his sister, Kitty, etc.
Loves: his littler sister, Harry, soda, cigars, etc.
Doesn’t want ever: A child and a wife
Wants eventually: All the films in the world

Janice James
Favorite Color: Pink
Animal: Frogs
Career:...
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I looked back down and we sat in silence for a couple of minutes. I looked to my right to find Looi holding the child that was being stubborn in his arms. This, in fact, reminded me of myself in his arms a long, long time ago. Oh, I’d say about 16 years geleden when I was 2 and he was 11. My mom and dad had Looi when they were only 19 years old, so It took a while for them to decide to have me 9 years later when they were 28. I laughed at how old my mom was now. I know it’s nothing to laugh about, but, I couldn’t imagine my mom at Looi’s age now that she is 46.
    “So,...
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I kept on laughing at his idiocy. I turned my head away when he caught me looking at him. I heard a slight chuckle behind me while Looi continued to make his way to the front of the long line while I followed him.
    “Hey, girlie!” I heard a voice shout. I turned to find the man looking at me and motioning me to come over there. Looi turned around and asked me, “What does he want?”
    “I don’t know.” I replied. I started to go over to where the man sat, but Looi stopped me with his hand around my upper arm. “No, he, he might be a child...
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Darkened Bliss

By: Non other than the legendary . . . drumroll please . . . ME!




“If u had a choice and it was to be thought over, what choice would u go with? Invade the World’s tactics, of leave what is left of our world after the Apocalypse?
Not like our world is going anywhere . . .”



“Repress and retrain,
Steal the pressure and the pain,
Wash the blood off your hands,
This time, she won’t understand”
- Muse, Ruled door Secrecy








To,
My vrienden who cannot wait to see if they are quoted








Need to know Basis, Rules and Legislations of the Bliss
The Cult of Sorpse was an ancient community...
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posted by potterrox
As twilight fell over Paris, it was as though reality loosened its hold. The ancient and modern buildings battled for domination of the street, and of one’s senses. The juxtaposition of old and new was on the precipice of being overwhelming. We were all caught in limbo between the past and present.

Limbo wasn’t a good place for me. My thoughts sprang out and ranged in all directions, with nothing solid to contain them. There were no comforting boundaries in the area between dreams and reason, and nowhere to hide.

I told myself that I shouldn’t the horizon, that I don’t need boundaries,...
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I woke up in my twin bed, blanket pulled up to my quivering chin, lamp on the bedside tafel, tabel turned on because I forgot to turn it off last night, my feet hanging off the bottom of the bed, as always. But today would be different. I rolled out of bed and shut off my lamp, opened up my butter-yellow curtains, and let the rising sun shine on my face. I admired the looming hills in the distance. The empty hillsides were my savior, my escape, my haven. I slowly stripped off my kant, lace nightgown, eyes never leaving the hills, and pulled on a formal blue dress and some pure white flats, my fanciest outfit....
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just chapter 2 and beginning of Chapter 3...please coment on how u like it. thank you

Chapter 2

The guard shoved the key into the lock and opened the door. The room was dimly lit and my eyes had a hard time adjusting. Once they pushed me in, the door behind me slammed. Great alone with a bad light candle. But that's when I heard the whimper. I whirled, expecting to find a dog of something like that, but instead a boy with shaggy black hair sat in the corner. I stared at him until he glanced up. His eyes were a gentle brown; his features were soft unlike Griffins. The boy smiled. He still had...
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