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As we know,Richard Taylor-a 26-year-old musician-claimed that his best friend Danny knows him better than his mother,Mrs.Meg,by the way they chose the girfriends for him.So what about hearing what he کہا about those girls?

1.His friend's choice:Claire
"I was very optimistic when I went to meet Claire.,My first impression was that she was very friendly and very extrovert.Physically she was my type-she was quite slim and not very tall with long dark hair-very pretty.
And she was very funny too.She had a great sense of humour.We laughed a lot.But the only problem was that Claire was very talkative.She talked all the time and I just listened.She wasn't very interested in me.At the end of the evening I knew everything about her and she knew nothing about me.Claire was the kind of woman I could have as a friend but not as a girlfriend."

2.His mother's choice:Nina
"When I first saw Nina I couldn't believe it.I thought"Wow!Thanks mum."She's very attractive-she's got short dark hair-and she's quite tall.She's Hungarian,from Budapest but her English was fantastic.
At first she was a bit shy but when we started chatting we found we had a lot of things in common-we both like music,food,and travelling.We got on really well-we didn't stop talking for the whole evening.When it was time to go I knew I really wanted to see Nina again and I asked her for her phone number.But-she just smiled at me and کہا in her beautiful Hungarian accent."Richard,you're really sweet but I'm sorry,you're not my type."
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posted by para-scence
**6 months later...***

Bride laughed and giggled as I bounced her on my leg; just another دن at the park. It was summer, finally, a break from school. I guess I was looking آگے to being a sophomore. School wasn't that bad anymore now that I had my friends. Felicity wasn't that bad either. We're not exactly the greatest of friends, but we can tolerate each other now. Also, Trace and I started dating. It was great; he's really sweet and funny. I couldn't ask for a better guy.

"Come on, Harley! Gail کہا to be ہوم سے طرف کی three!" Aspen called. Everyone else was already at the sidewalk, starting...
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posted by Insight357
    I sat in a chair سے طرف کی 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, یا 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 کہا 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 سوالات 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 ویژن ٹیلی 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 یا 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 آپ think about this journal entry that i just wrote آپ need to think about what i کہا and give me your best anwsers that آپ can give.

thnx erie مورگن maples
posted by hgfan5602
Why, do things have to be so hard
In life?
Why can't things be easy
And everyone could just enjoy
Their short lives.

Betrayed
سے طرف کی an old friend
سے طرف کی an old boyfriend
It feels like the whole world
Has gone on the enemy's side

Why do things have to be so complicated?
Tears are rolling down my cheek
As life goes on,
That's what I do.
Because I feel unused, unhelpful, abandoned.

Life goes on
And even though I try
To shrug off the troubles I have had in the past,
Smiling,
Inside, I am extremely hurt
Stabbed سے طرف کی my own friends

I am deserted
Even though I smile
I am hurt
I am betrayed.
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 دکھائیں 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 دکھائیں was a little over a half an گھنٹہ 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 سے طرف کی me. :]

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


We put on mittens, we throw on scarves.
We run outside a pick آپ up, ball آپ 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 آپ so cold, so numbing?


~

A new girl at school is seen سے طرف کی 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 یا 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 یا the lies that people tell them.There's no stopping your troubles in life یا 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 کوٹ 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 کہا 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 کہا 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 اگلے part will be مزید 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 آپ so gorgeous? Why were آپ wearing shorts?

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

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

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

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

Chloe and I, we were going to call آپ 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 iluvtheshow
Prologue:
"Harper! Aren't آپ happy she's eating with us?" Gwen asked happily. Harper shot her sister a glare. "It shouldn't be a big deal that your step-mother decides to eat with you." Harper spit out, looking back at the book she was reading. Gwen's face fell. She didn't care what Harper thought, she was going to make the best of this. Their step-mother, Lyn, hadn't eaten with them in 2 months. Gwen walked down the hall toward the kitchen, her sister's words echoing in her head.

Chapter 1 *Gwen*

Divorce. God, I HATE that word. It's like something something toxic. Something that can ruin lives...
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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 آپ for years. but, sometimes i can taste how کڑوا, تلخ i've become...& its مزید 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 آپ DO with the gift of life, that determends who آپ are. the pain آپ feel...its normal. let it go.

آپ think?

yes. آپ need to forgive and forget.

i can't...

آپ 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 دن 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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