Writing Article: I have nothing to write(short story and not MINE)

I have nothing to write(short story and not MINE)

posted by ZekiYuro

During state testing week, I had only one دن where I saw all of my students. I had my students write a story and several of them کہا they didn’t know what to write. This student found a solution to her problem. I keep telling students if they can't think of anything then they just need to write whatever pops into their heads The following is printed with Chey’s permission. She did write a proper story after this.

I can’t find anything to write sitting in my mom’s car, where my bag was. I’m trying to figure out something to write and maybe after my little sister and older sister are done fighting, we can leave for school. But, I also have nothing to write. Wait, do آپ hear that? Yea, that nothing? They’ve stopped fighting. Awesome! I wonder if we could leave? I’m ready, Chantel’s ready, Kai’s ready. Is Manny ready? Wow, I should scratch out that baby talk but I have nothing to write about, and I need at least 650 words. But, I have nothing to write about.

Oh, there goes my aunt and my cousins. “Bye.” I’ll be back I have to fix something. I’m back baby. Wow sitting here with paper in my hand just sitting in a car trying to find something to write, and now I just wrote allover my arm. Oops!

Wow my sisters are going to be late. It’s not my fault. I’m ready. I’m already in the car so now what? I have nothing to write and my hair is messy and we’re going to be late. Cool! Oh crasp! We have to do that FCAT thing and I forgot all about that, Oh and we’re getting رپورٹ cards. Oh my gooooodness. I’m going to die. Oh no, I hear someone coming. Oh no! Never mind. Ewww, I hate آپ people. The people that live اگلے to us. I mean in front. They are leaving. Gone. Now I can do something. I realize when I wrote that I thought I would have to go. Oh well. Everyone is in the car now, screaming, yelling, so blah. I live with screaming and yelling all the time. Help me!

Driving to my older sister’s bus stop in peace. Finally. Wait, never mind. Well she’s gone. I live with so many people it’s crazy. I live with seven girls and they have big mouths. It is really getting old. But, enough about that. I still have nothing to write about. 000-000-0000. Mommy’s on the phone with Gammies, my granda. She lives far, far away. I miss you. Bye, love ya.

آگ کے, آگ station 4 has just been passed سے طرف کی a white van. I mean an ugly white van.I’m sorry for this dumb story. I’ve just gotta get this finished. Plus, I’ve got nothing to write about.
Hah! Now mom is trying to give us the “respect” talk. Booo. Help me again.
“Chey, daddy says he loves you”, کہا Kai.
“I love آپ too daddy. I said”
I کہا that سے طرف کی Wakeland where my sister goes to school.

“Go mom”. The light turns green and she finally goes. We pulled in to my sister’s school.. Wow I see my old school, weird. I see these little kids with their backpacks so big and them so small. Ha, ha. Well bye old school. Coming to the light here and we have to turn right, go straight, curvy, school 20. My mom slows down. The lady waves and mom waves back, then turns into the school.
I’ll be back. I’m back. I’m in the gym listening to موسیقی so bored here.

I’ve read this all. It doesn’t make any sense. Sorry, I’ve wasted your time teacher but, I have nothing to write about

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How to give emotion to a story

posted by e2mma2weasle3

How to Add Emotion to a Story

1.    Understand الفاظ مطلوبہ یا Key Phrases. Key Phrases are phrases in a story that triggers the waterworks. They are sentences that make people cry. Such as, a pet dies. آپ could write, "Goodbye, Old friend." A Key Phrase could also be an action. Such as, there are two pets. One pet dies. The other pet tries to sleep with the other one سے طرف کی cuddling up to the dead body.

2.    Add a lot of relationship between the one who dies and another character, whether that is a human یا an animal.

3.    Add comedy to the...

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The Darkness (A Poem)

posted by sapherequeen

*Sigh* Okay, this is the first piece of writing I will ever share with anyone. Rarely does the idea of a poem ever enter my dark mind. But tonight, just two منٹ ago, this one came to me, and I had to...write...it...down...

I’m aching here
I’m bleeding there

Pain strikes within
My every move

And there’s
Nothing
I Can
Do
To Make It
Stop

The tears roll down my face
And freeze there quickly
And stay until the time comes
Where they are no longer frozen
And begin to stream down again

My hurt was bottled up
But someone broke the bottle
And now it’s
Everywhere
And there’s nothing
I Can
Do
To Heal Myself

I’m...

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Who Are The Real Monsters: Chapter 2 Hidden Creatures, Hidden دوستوں Part 4

posted by H-A-T-R-M

“Look at them, trying to figure it out. Trying to work out why a pure-blood has come to their school, Antiworld, huh? This could be fun”. There was a young man sitting on the سب, سب سے اوپر of a gargoyle wearing a white شرٹ, قمیض with a black کوٹ over it. His eyes where a light green with a black cat eye stroke through it. As the man stood up آپ saw that he had pitch black hair and his skin was white like paper. As آپ closed in on the man’s face آپ saw his eye drop a line of blood down his cheek, as if he was crying blood. The man looked up at the sun covering his face with his hand, he closed his...

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Me and Those - Poem سے طرف کی Vitor Martins AKA Sephisis17

posted by Sephisis17

ارے guys! I just wrote this poem. I haven't written a poem in quite a while, maybe a year, and this one's an attempt to get back on the poem writing path. Well hope آپ like it, and please, if possible, add a تبصرہ saying what آپ think.

Me and Those

Ever noticed that in this life
Everyone wants آپ to do something,
یا be something
That sometimes آپ don’t want to be?

They are those!
آپ know them!
آپ probably have those in your house.
They are those who expect آپ to take a path,
Even though,
Sometimes,
آپ don’t want to take.

They are those who expect آپ to be great,
Even though,
Sometimes,
آپ prefer to be small and humble.

But do آپ think,
For the slightest second,
That they care about that?
They don’t!

They are your parents,
Your grandparents,
Your Uncles and aunts,
That since آپ were born,
Came up with a path for آپ in life.

But know this,
And say it to yourself:
They are those, they matter,
But me is I,
And I’m the main character.

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Broken Dreams Chapter 32

posted by BellaSwan636

Serena

She screams every time a police officer یا strange nurse touches her. She refuses to hear them out. So, until further notice, she is staying in my apartment.

I glance at the clock in the waiting room. It's past midnight. Wow. Jamie and Ashleigh are asleep on a small green couch, with a receiving blanket draped over them. I pick them both up, since Kayla and I are free to leave, and we all walk outside to my car. Kayla opens the back door, and while I'm strapping the two little girls in, I signal for her to get in on the passenger side.

She's a broken person. آپ only need to look at her...

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Broken Dreams Chapter 8

posted by BellaSwan636

Serena

On Friday, Tia had picked me up to go shopping.

Tia was ecstatic; for what reason, I had no idea. Tia was like a hurricane, she jotted down my sizes on her hand and then took of through the store at a pace that should've set her path on fire.

"You look great in black, white, and blue," she muttered. I saved that for future reference; she obviously knew what she was doing. Plus I'd been told that each of those colours looked nice on me before.

She pulled me into a dressing room, pointed out which outfits to try out, and exited to let me change.

I pulled a scary-looking black تقسیم halter, halter, اگاڑی neck...

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I Am My Own Path ~ A Poem

posted by fanfly

Artwork by me

Who are آپ to judge?
Sitting right where آپ are
آپ have no claim on me

I know my own path
I am my own guide
آپ are nothing to me
No matter how آپ try

What do آپ care?
If I'm not doing it right
I'm not following you

I know my own path
I am my own guide
آپ don't know me
No matter how آپ try

Why are آپ here?
آپ know I don't want you
I told آپ to leave me

I am my own path
I know my own guide
آپ can't mold me
No matter how آپ try

Why do I feel compelled to write angsty poetry? I swear I'm not even that angsty. lol Oh well, I hope someone out there enjoys it.

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Slumber Of The Woodland (Part 4)

posted by zanhar1

Your hair is long, wet, and wavy and clings to آپ as آپ rise from the lake. آپ get the sense that the water should be clearer. آپ don’t dwell on it though, distracted سے طرف کی your own hair. آپ don’t remember it being so long. With every motion the string of beads and shells woven into your hair bobs gently with a clicking noise. آپ don’t realize that آپ are topless until your hair settles against your back. But آپ are not ashamed, there is a sense of liberation, آپ can better feel what the earth and the wind are telling آپ this way. If آپ could see behind you, آپ would know that...

1

The Ballad of Melancholy: Gray

posted by pLaStIcSUNDAE

It's gray. It's always been so gray.

The beating دل that searched for what it believed to be a forever, only to be led astray.

The beating دل full of warm belief,

Now an iceberg of کڑوا, تلخ regret, the surface a shallow reflection of the depths that rest beneath.

The smiling mask distorts the image of the surface, betraying the eyes.

The rigid, cold structure reduced to a cube of ice.

A problem crippled and crumbled into "I'm fine."

If the eyes are windows to the soul, then these windows have been fogged and cracked.

If the eyes are the windows to the soul, then within these, behind the mist,...

8 Elements Of The Nutshell Technique سے طرف کی Jill Chamberlain

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My Life As A Doormat Part 1

posted by Tasfee

PART 1- LETS HAVE A RANT

Hi. So yeah, from the عنوان I think you've gathered this story is about .... well let's just say a problematic 19 سال old struggling to find a meaning in life.

If you're a typical "Caucasian" you'll never understand the things we "brown people" have to face. Over-protective parents are just the start. The kinds of people are totally different. The type of "cheats", "betrayers", "heart-breakers".

Being born in a place 2% of the people worldwide knew is just the start of a slightly difficult life. For now, lemme just summarize my life for you. I'm a 19 سال old girl living...

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STOP TPP! COME ON! SIGN AND SPREAD THE WORD!

posted by MisterH

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THIS IS VERY URGENT AND NOT A JOKE! ALSO DON'T GOOF OFF!!!!

I really mean it! What would آپ be able to do if SOPA/TPP censors the internet? What would آپ be able to do if writing fanfics and drawing fanarts become illegal? What would آپ do if it's illegal to do a cover of your پسندیدہ song on YouTube? What would آپ do if downloading things from the internet (music, movies, TV episodes, etc) became illegal? What would آپ do if SOPA/TPP wins the war and takes away internet freedom? Net Neutrality is already dead so far, we can't risk the freedom of internet...

Never Had Love Like This

posted by ilu_rayray

Liyah (me)

Aliyah-Me(18)
Alexus(18)
Jasmine(18)
Prince(18)
Roc(18)
Ray(18)

My pov
Wassup im Aliyah but آپ can call me liyah for short. I sing and im a backup dancer for mindless behavior with my two besties Alexus and Jasmine. I feel torn that prod left but ayyee Nobody knows this but i kinda like کرن, رے idk what it feels like to like someone bcus my dad always abused me and i never liked boys ever since but the past is gone and im living the life out in L.A.

Alexus pov
Hello im alexus but i perfer u call me lexi. I live with my sister جیسمین, یاسمین and bestie liyah in L.A me and my sister been through alot our parents...

The mirror of fate chapter three: Amirell

posted by misscrazel

November 5th 9,999,980 BC 6:01 A.M.
Mist wanders down a small deer trail through the woods. He pulls himself up onto a glistening درخت branch. He sees a small girl huddled on the ground. He jumps down and slowly approaches her.
He draws an arrow. The girl turns around.
'Who are you?' asks Mist.
'I am Amirell, daughter of Amerith,' she says. 'Now tell me, who are you?'
'I am Mist, son of Karellcia.' he says.
'I could help you,' says Amirell. 'I have food and water. if we rationed it we would have enough.'
'I shall not need a woman's help,' says Mist. 'tis easy to find food out here. If I killed...

The last مرکت, ایمرلڈ

posted by jeweleryfan11

About:
Once i was having a دن dream about this story. And it brang me to this. A story about AshleyxDamon.

Chapter 1: Sunset
Sitting in an oak tree,a young 13 سال old was writing a letter to her father in Tokyo. He was doing research. Then her twin Austin came. "What are آپ doing here?," she asked. "I love the sunset", Austin said. "That's why i'm here," Ashley said. They watched the beautiful sunset and went in they're vintage home. "Ashley who is the letter for,"Austin asked. " Dad," she answered. "Dinner آپ guys," there mother said. And they went inside.
Credit to breebree446

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Daydreamer: Sapphire's Story: Intro

posted by EmilyMJFan910

Based on a short film سے طرف کی EmilyMJFan910.

Sapphire was a normal girl. She was very happy with her life and saw herself as lucky. But she had one very special trait.
Sapphire loved to daydream.
She daydreamed every day, all دن long. She dreamed about flying! Romance! Animals! Anything and everything. But mostly, she dreamed about changing into someone different. One منٹ she was a mermaid, another she was a princess. One she was a celebrity, the other she was an adventurous horse rider. But sometimes, when Sapphire was dwelling in the deepest of her daydreams, she would get carried away, causing...

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When prejudice becomes a crime

posted by nimone

I had a friend, she lived in the north of China, her name was Chie. Chie was only 12 years old when she died!

It happend a few years ago, Chie and her family were going to mass on a Sunday, it was supposed to be just like any normal Sunday for her. Her and the rest of her family would get ready for mass and when they got ہوم they would start to prepare lunch.
Little did they know that they would never sit down to have lunch together again!

Because on that دن the authorities surrounded the church, held the priest under house arrest, and all the people in the church were shot dead!

The priest...

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Nightfall#1(COMPLETE REWRITE) Chapter Eight

posted by adamk

CHAPTER EIGHT:
OCTOBER 29, 1995:
I wake up around 7:20, horrified at how long I have slept. I have not thought about that night in ages, an am absolutely horrified سے طرف کی what would happen next, but that story will be for another time. I know. Right now I have مزید pressing matters to attend to. I need to find out the reason behind the flashes I had the night I arrived. It has never happened before, and I wonder who it is that I saw lying dead on the ground during the last flash. I change once more, and remember I do not have my car. I phone Harold and he agrees to pick me up. As I wait for him,...

the Diary of Rebecca J. Welsh

posted by darange

آپ may not know me but I know you. Your the one with a family who loves you, with a friend who actually Accepts you, the person who has the normal life. My name is Rebecca, I'm the girl who all her "friends" ignore her, the girl who gets beaten سے طرف کی her father. The one who thinks the world hates her. And everyday i wonder if someone would help me but no one ever does. This is my Diary, read on if tragedy Appeals to your sence of mind i guess.

February 1st 1978
Dear diary,
is there anyone out there? Anyone who truly understands? Everyone says Being Alive is better then dead, but why do people say...

100 rooms prologue (should i continue?)

posted by Weasel1999

Prologue
She never knew she had an uncle until her parents died. It’s strange how- sometimes in life when آپ lose important people in your life آپ gain some more.
Her mother and father died in a house fire. No one knew how it started except the one daughter who managed to survive.
But she was in no state to tell. She suffered mild burns but her mind suffered worst of all. She never spoke again.
She was kept in hospital for six months but eventually she was packed off to her uncle Scipio. She was thirteen years old and many کہا it was a crime sending a child off to such an evil man as Scipio....