A Formula For Writing A Great Story سے طرف کی Dr. Ken Atchity

****your at ہوم with roc royal and princeton***

(Your dating roc royal oh if i write on آپ too will brake up fyi)

Me: aye prince Charming can آپ get me some peace چائے prutty please

Prince: ugh better be lucky we دوستوں

Me: thanks your the best of the best

Prince: finer than fine

Me: lol didn't say all that

Prince:😄

Me: lol rocky bear

Roc: aye baby

***he gives me a kiss***

Prince: 😣ewwww

Me: lol آپ kiss to prince

Prince: i know i do it just that when yall kiss it like so Perfect it like man wish my Smooches were like that lol

Roc: well really i dont put much thought in to it but she my number...

ارے all! This is another HP fanfic,with my other OC in it,Elladora Malfoy,she has long white-blond hair and blue-grey eyes.


Elladora's POV

My father shoved a piece of parchment under my nose,causing me to look down at it.
"Read it." My father hissed.
Letters scrambled together,changed places,and floated off the paper,all I could make out of it was,"AMOYFL LGIR AICEFNS OPTETR?" I sighed in anger,rubbed my eyes,and glared at the paper.
"Well?" My father کہا again,throwing the paper onto the ground.
"W-what does it say?" I studdered. My parents didn't know I was dyslexic and had scoliosis,only Draco...

It was 3 o’ clock in the morning, October 31st, “the night of the living dead” as my mother had told me when I was a kid. I never believed her. I could never believe that one dead body can come back to life, and that was one of the reasons that New York’s crime lab selected me. But then it was different. A cold breeze was blowing outside this house –rumor had it that it was haunted- and three bodies were lying on the floor. I was alone in this dark room, while the other investigators were processing the سیکنڈ floor and everything was calm and quiet.

I started collecting evidence,...

Character پروفائل

Basic Statistics

Name:

Age:

Nationality:

Socioeconomic Level as a child:

Socioeconomic Level as an adult:

Hometown:

Current Residence:

Occupation:

Income:

Talents/Skills:

Salary:

Birth order:

Siblings (describe relationship):

Spouse (describe relationship):

Children (describe relationship):

Grandparents (describe relationship):

Grandchildren (describe relationship):

Significant Others (describe relationship):

Relationship skills:


Physical Characteristics:

Height:

Weight:

Race:

Eye Color:

Hair Color:

Glasses یا contact lenses?

Skin color:

Shape of Face:

Distinguishing features:

How does he/she dress?

Mannerisms:...

ارے there, everyone! It's the start of a brand new year, and I know we all have brand new ideas for our lives. That is why I want to open this سال up with the first ever Fanpop poetry contest! It's basic and simple, because everyone can write poetry, and it's short which means everyone can read all of the submissions in a brief period of time, whereas stories may take longer. However, if you're a story-writer (I sympathize), never fear! If this contest goes well, I may sponsor a Fanpop Short Story Contest afterwards.

Established Rules
1) Any piece of poetry is accepted, so long as it is not...

Chapter 1: Beauty is a cruel mistress

Sighing I sat down in the usual hard wooden chairs that the school provided. Taking out my book I opened it to the page I had been reading last night at unspeakable hours of the morning-or afternoon for humans- none the less I was tired and the small writing printed on the pages strained my eyes. I was in English, which considering I was a vampire and having no intentions of pursuing a career in literature was quite a pointless subject. I had already had four classes already this morning and I was not looking آگے to this one.
“Rose” a smooth but...

I am not sure why I am writing this down.I guess I just felt like it, telling my story.It was years پہلے and although it was on some papers and local news, the story gradually faded and got forgotten سے طرف کی everyone. Everyone but me, and I know to this دن that what people heard was not the true story.Of course, even then as a small child I knew that telling it would only do مزید harm to me than good, I would be called crazy and they wouldn't even try to protect me from something that they would just label the ravings of a demented little girl.
Ten years have passed since, I was a quiet kid, barely...

-Chapter One-

In the blink of a eye, a life can be turned around and upside down. This is something I had found out just mere سیکنڈ before. When my parents told me I'd be packing up everything I knew and be moving. My name is Isabella Moore and things were just getting started.

It was a cool Thursday night, and my parents had just layed down the biggest news of my life on me.
I was moving out of MY city. Chicago was all I'd ever known and all I'd come to love. My friends, my hopes and dreams, they were all supposed to come true here!... Why was this happening?

A million other thoughts blazed...

I read this and had to pass it on.
my name is sarah
i am three
my eyes are swollen
i cannot see
i must be stupid
i must be bad
what else could have made
my daddy so mad
i wish i were better
i wish i werent ugly
then maybe my mommy
would still wanna hug me
i cant do a wrong
i can't speak at all
or else i locked up
all دن long
when i wake up
im all alone
the house is dark
my folks arent ہوم
when my mommy does come ہوم
i try to be nice
so maybe i'll just get
one wipping tonight
i just heard a car
my daddy is back
from charlie's bar
i heard him curse
my name is called
i press myself
against...

-7 and a half hours later-
As I walked out of the school, I saw Cameron signaling me over to his car. I walked up to him and he told me to get in, which I did. As he started up the car, I couldn't help but feel like Cameron was upset with me. "Where are we going?"

"Somewhere we can talk."

"About?"

"I'll let آپ know when we get there." I nodded and kept quiet for the whole ride.


Half an گھنٹہ later, Cameron parked in the ساحل سمندر, بیچ parking lot. He took the key out of the ignition and put them in a cup holder. He then looked at me with a very disappointed look.

"What do آپ want to talk about?"

"I want to...

I am clever. I am witty.
I am popular. I am idolized. I am loved.
Everyone values my opinion. They cling to my every word.
I am free of rules.
Advice doesn't apply to me. I don't need it.

I am always right. So don't سوال my opinion, because آپ are wrong.
Whatever آپ can do, I can do twice as well.

I am untouchable.
I fling attacks from behind my fortress and fear no retaliation.
I am محفوظ behind my shield.
Stronger than steel. Stronger than diamonds. Stronger than you.

No-one would dare retaliate. I am inside my fortress.
And آپ can't get in. آپ can't hurt me.

I see, hear, smell, and touch, but...

Brightness night


The sun sets, the moon raises, night has begun, the moon smiles down on us as it shines it's light. the stars twinkle in one سے طرف کی one, and دن is done. the moon full, round and big hums it's playful tune. the starts, so bright shine it's light for everyone in sight, as they hum in tune with the moon.

Out side looking in


Laughter sailing out of the window, دوستوں talking quietly together, people dancing everywhere. and I'm on the out side looking in. All of them are havening fun as the twirl in the in crowd. All but one who looks out side, he smiles at me and i smile back...

Here is the first chapter of my story. I گیا کیا پوسٹ the first half like two months پہلے but here it is again. سے طرف کی the way this book has two perspectives. I edited the first chapter.

The first day-Athena's perspective

Boy now that I look back at that week it was when my perspective on all things changed. I knew that week was different. The first دن felt off. Just سے طرف کی how I woke up.
"Athena! Get up and get ready for school!" my mom shouted at me
My eyes popped open and I got up immediately and got dressed. This was new for me since I always got up later and refused to get out of بستر but I felt like I...

2

    Ray was getting ready for school the اگلے morning. Her parents leave way before her and T.J. gives her a ride to and from school every day. In case آپ were wondering; T.J. and کرن, رے are not dating. Nor will they ever. Best دوستوں since they were kids and it will stay that way.

    “Ray! Come on! It’s the last دن of school; we have to see who gets pranked today.” T.J. called up from downstairs.

    “Alright, alright, hold on!” کرن, رے کہا in her room, she was just walking out when the chest shook.

    Ray...

Me: Okay these are two poems of mine. The first one is a translation of sonnet 18, سے طرف کی shakkespear the other is an original, so thats probably really bad lol. آپ could say my translation helps people understand what its about

Sonnet 18-translated سے طرف کی me written bt shakespear

Are آپ as lovely as the days of summer
But آپ can not be, for your beauty and fairness range far beyond
summer can be rough, shaking the flowers in bloom
And summer is to short for my liking
The sun bears down harshly upon us,
and is often eclipsed سے طرف کی the clouds.
And all beauty erodes away,
by the the mother of nature or...