Writing Club
شامل میں
Fanpop
New Post
Explore Fanpop
posted by zanhar1
She lie on the ground, brunette hair fanned out around her, black چادر, فرغل torn and marred. Silver moonlight filtered through the pine trees and cast itself on drops of dew.

Castellé couldn't say how long, for certain, that she'd been lying there, lips parted, gazing it the stars.

But it certainly wasn't, and would never truly be long enough.

The takeover was fast coming.

No one could stop it now. It had been long in the making.

All there was left to do was lay and wait for her time to come too. Just like those whom had gone before her.

Just like those already claimed سے طرف کی The Mystings.

They were a soulless bunch. Shrouded in robes of pure onyx that fluttered like silk in the wind, they were elegant...stunning, yet horrifying all at once. The Mystings had no faces...not ones of their own anyhow. They'd simply adapt the faces of animals and switch it up every day.


They had once been the sole inhabited of the Kingdom of Xyper. The only beings that roamed the vast woodland.

And soon they will be so again.

Man would fall first.

And soon after would fall dragon and griffin, elf and phoenix.

Every being except the Mystings.

As far as Castellé knew, she was the last of her kind. In just the first دن alone she'd seen castles collapse and empires fall.

She'd seen the crops in flames and the souls of man as the Mystings claimed them as their own...adding anew faces to their collection.

What a horrifying sight it was; to see a face twisted in such a grim and grotesque way as they watched their own soul exit their body--before they'd even left the world of the alive. To see it come out--drawn to a pearl covered hand--as a silvery trail of shining air.

Castellé longed to be one of those whom had already come to pass. At least they weren't alone when they died.
At least they didn't know what was going to happen...

Honestly Castellé didn't long to live either. She'd lost too much.

How do آپ stay alive in a world dying?

Castellé soon realized that آپ simply do not. And that was fine. Fine and good.

She'd just close her eyes and let herself pass.

She'd take herself before the Mystings could.

She'd die with a soul.

She drew out her dagger...
No one please make this your own book cause im already doing that and im posting this up casue im gonna see what other people think about it.

In the secret, almost spirit world of Viver (pronounced like viper), there is this very abberant boy name Eduardo. He was the disgrace of everyone in SA1 (secret area 1). He would get in fights from toddlers to the eddlers. Anyone who fought with him (Eduardo started the fights), would get in trouble. One time he fought with the most smartest kid in all of Viver. The leaders of SA1 decided that the smartest kid would be banished (by banished in their world...
continue reading...
added by nomi3237510165
added by 241098
How A Screenwriter Can Cope With Negative Feedback On Their Screenplay سے طرف کی Barbara Nicolosi and Vicki Peterson of 'Notes to Screenwriters' via link For مزید videos, please visit link
video
writing
film
ویژن ٹیلی
screenwriting
script
write
فلمیں
مصنف
added by melikhan
added by Trentdalton
Source: Trentdalton
“Even as a child I had a wild imagination. A younger child, I should say. I’m only sixteen now, so I could be considered a child to some. Oh, سے طرف کی the way, my name is Sarah Way. I live in a small town called Ammarion. It’s a growing town found in Idaho. It’s in Idaho, if that tells آپ anything.” Sarah began. “I’m here to tell آپ my story. I know آپ are skeptical about magic, but آپ won’t be after hearing my story.”
    I’d like to drag آپ back in time with me. We only need to go back to last summer. School had just gotten out and I had ample plans...
continue reading...
Writing One Screenplay In 12 Days And Another In 9 Days سے طرف کی William C. Martell at Story Expo 2014 via linkFor مزید videos, please visit link
video
writing
screenwriting
script
writer
screenplay
film and ویژن ٹیلی
posted by coriann
The window. It was open ever so slightly. If I could just slide through without making any sounds I could do this. And I did. I fell onto the concrete bit of floor with no railings. The sun was out now. Shining bright. I looked down, way down, way down at the light green trees in the car park. Just then I got an idea (the car park)
A police car flew by. Moss green with its black and brown spots and broad wings. I took a glance at the pistols. Guns, that's what i needed. But how was I supposed to get down from there? The police car flew closer. I knew what I had to do. I got up and shook myself...
continue reading...
posted by amethyst44
I was born, yet I felt as though I lived before.

I breathed, though I struggled for the air that would keep me sane.

I ate food and drink, but I still craved for more.

I slept, but I was still awake and pulsing with energy inside.

I made my first friend, but I knew I would have to say goodbye sometime.

I felt fear, even though my head was streaming with it already beforehand.

I felt joy, yet my body ached of pain and sorrow.

I wept, but my tears tasted of sweet wine instead of seasalt.

I ran through the light of the morning sun, though my spirit raced into the wild night.

I dreamed of heroes and happiness, knowing however that it was an illusion upon waking up.

I looked into eyes of beauty, only to see them wash away the اگلے day.

I fell weak and frail, but my spirit strengthened the loss.

I reached for hands of help, only to have them drag me down.

I closed my eyes, to see the light.

...to thus being born again...
posted by Pirate_4_life
Chapter one

Her mind replayed the images. The dark eyes staring into hers, his hair hanging over his forehead. The soft curve of his mouth as he whispered the inaudible words. The same guy that had filled her dreams for the last week and a half. Her thoughts completely focused on trying to figure out what those words were, and مزید importantly who he was. Usually she could always place a name with a face yet here she drew a complete blank. Maybe, she decided, he doesn’t even exist. It was only a dream after all. A figment of her imagination created to distract her from the far from exciting...
continue reading...
posted by juicyjossy9
1. Practice kindness and gratitude with everyone, including yourself, everywhere and every day, it's great for the soul!
2. The most important sex organ is the brain.
3. Life is too short to waste time hating anyone.
4. Don't take yourself so seriously. No one else does.
5. We all have been born. We all have to die. What's in between is up to us to create.
6. آپ don't have to win every argument. Agree to disagree.
7. Cry with someone. It's مزید healing than crying alone.
8. Stop listening to the words you've heard, no one but yourself will agree with آپ more.
9. Save for retirement starting...
continue reading...
posted by kayleebabee
umm ارے guys sorry i have not گیا کیا پوسٹ anything in so long I got major writing block and had to wait untill all of my expertise came back to me.

I seek a release
from the pain that I feel
Inside my دل there is only
Anger, betrayal and sadness!

Lonliness is a terrible thing
with no-one to see the state that Im in
my head is spinning think im gonna be sick
oh please god
send me someone I can relate to

I cant trust my mum shes to far gone
cant trust my dad hes just an پچھواڑے, گدا
If i cant trust my family who can i trust?

Inside my chest is a hole
where my دل once was
My mum cruelly tore it out
and then stamped all over it!
I was only a child
burdened with adult responsibilities!

and inside that hole
If آپ can see past all of the scars
آپ will see my suppresed heart!
A Screenwriter Should Look At A Pitch Meeting Like A First تاریخ سے طرف کی Scott Kirkpatrick via linkFor مزید videos, please visit link
video
screenwriting
screenplay
writing
write
film
ویژن ٹیلی
مصنف
فلمیں
added by Eline_K
Source: Eline_K
chapter four
music says it all

we were running late the دن after it had been a great night and سے طرف کی the smile on becs face she enjoyed it too. she tol me last night how tom had asked her out and always liked her but not know what to say.
it was weird in a way talking to becca it was like i knew her, like i knew her from some place but not knowing where.
"hey what do آپ have first?" i couldn't help asking i wanted to know if she would be in my موسیقی and i missed her یا something
"ermm... art first you?"
"music" she must have heard the exsitment in my voice cause she gave me a queastion mak face....
continue reading...
posted by HaleyDewit
We're blind to another one's pain
'Cause we refuse to see
We're deaf to another one's cries
'Cause we refuse to hear
We're dumb to another one's comfort request
'Cause we refuse to speak

But our eyes are wide open
To see another one's mistake
Our ears are open
To hear abouth another one's mistakes
And we can speak
To judge about another one's mistakes

We think we know everything
But we don't know anything
We're ready to judge
But we'd better look in the mirror

Making mistakes is proof your human
Turning your back on those who make them, not so much

He who's without sin,cast the first stone
What hast thou done unto my heart?
Unto my soul what hast become?
When I met thee at the very start,
I knew I could not tell my mum.

Thy language foul, it bothered me,
But I saw through thy ettiquit.
I had seen thine sincerity.
Our conversations my دن lit.

What hast thou done unto my heart?
Unto my soul what hast become?
When I met thee at the very start,
I knew I could not tell my mum.

For hours we would sit and talk.
Secretly I admired thee.
My pain I let thee block.
I wanted to know if thou didst too love me.

What hast thou done unto my heart?
Unto my soul what hast become?
When I met thee...
continue reading...
The Week After A Screenwriter Finishes A Screenplay Is A Week Of Mourning سے طرف کی Lee Jessup at Story Expo via link For مزید videos, please visit link
video
writing
screenplay
screenwriting
script
write
مصنف
film
ویژن ٹیلی
added by pport