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posted by Funnygirl77
Ian, grabbed my hand aging, "where are we going?" I asked him. He just smiled "first were going to get some food in you. سیکنڈ I'll take آپ back to my place and آپ can stay there."
"What about my stuff it's in my car, which is back there?"
I turned around, and then he grabbed me "do آپ mean that thing over there." I nodded, "Hey aren't آپ 16, آپ don't have your full license yet, so why are آپ driving." I looked at him, then walked to my car, what was that? I thought, wasn't my car back there.
Ian looked at me, "come on what's taking so long?" I turned away and then I got in my car, I tried to start it but it wouldn't start. I was trapped, trapped and now I had no way to get out, I hit my head against the staring wheel and was back in the room with Mark.
"Lynn I need آپ to be careful, I can't- I can't- just please be careful Lynn, I can't tell آپ what to do, Just be careful of..."
I was back in the car, Ian was staring at me. "Find your path" I hard Mark whisper, Ian came over to me.
"Come on will take my car." He pulled me out the car. I couldn't remembered anything Mark said, what was Ian doing to me. He squeezed my hand and, I forgot everything, all I remember is nothing. Ian took me to the Sit and Dine,"order anything آپ want,I'm paying." He took my hand, I jerked away. He looked at me, when the lady came to take our orders, Ian order a Sprite I order a white out mtn dew.
"Don't آپ want something to eat?" Ian asked me, I shook my head, "I'm a vegetarian." I کہا not wanting to talk to him. He took my hand aging, "why don't آپ trust me?" Ian asked all of a sudden, I repeated the سوال in my head, then ignored him.
He stood up, and took me with him he threw some money on the table, then left. I tried to pull out of his grip but he held me tight. He pushed me against the car, "answer me, why don't آپ trust me?" I looked away from him, "Lynn!" I heard in my head, "keep doing what your doing, fight him off keep him out of آپ head and I-"
Mark cut off right there, so Ian was doing something, but what was I suppose to do? Find my path what the hell dose that mean, Ian was still looking at me. Then he backed off, opened the car door, and then went around to his side. I looked behind me to see if I had a good Chance of running back to my car.
"Don't" Ian said, I started not to listen, but I knew that I didn't stand a chance. I got in the car, reached in my pocket dodged my cell phone just in case i had to call the police, took out my I-pod, and turned on Kings of Leon- USE SOMEBODY. Ian laughed at me, then stroked my face.
"Your so cute" He said, then stared at me for a long time before he stared to drive. I crossed my hands in front of my chess, and turned up my music, then the song switched to Paramore- Decode from twilight.
My friend is really going to miss her I-pod, all her rock songs and her hip hop songs, after that song was over, supermassive black hole سے طرف کی Muse. Ian took the ear phones out my ear, "Why'd آپ do that?" He smiled that cocky smiles, at me.
"Why do آپ keep ignoring me?" I smiled one of my most Sassiest smile "'Cause I don't trust you."
He laughed and I pouted, "ah the famous pout, that pout can turn anyone on." I don't know what he's talking about turn on, but my pout gets me anything I want. I remember when I was five and I wanted, that گلابی bike with purple strings hanging down it.
Ian put his hand on my leg, then rubbed it up and down. "I'll make it all better." He whispered in my ear, I inferred that he meant my heartack form my family, but then he bit my hand and bit it. I bleed and he licked it up, it felt awesome. He mound, and stared filling up my backside.
"St-" I was cut off, he kissed me, I pushed against his chess. He didn't even fill me, he tugged on my shirt, then pushed me out the car and shoved me towards the house, "the doors open", he کہا threw clenched teeth. I opened the door, I don't know why, but I did?
He came in behind me, shut the door, and stared kissing me aging. Stop I want to say, but the words couldn't out, He pulled my شرٹ, قمیض over my head, and then tugged my jeans off. "there in the way" He told me while give me a chance to breath.
"stop" I got the words out, he didn't stop he unhooked my bra, he was already undressed, he kept my underwear on, and jammed his thumb into it. I mound, he smiled, "You don't want me to stop." I couldn't look away from his eyes.
I screamed, and he slapped me, "Shut the hell up" he ordered.

My friend did this chapter, She Love's to write and will be finishing this story for me. sorry that this is a little PG. 13 but آپ know, those ppls. thanks for reading
Hiya! I'm Rose and I'm gonna tell آپ guys a story about magic mischief and fun! It all started on a Saturday in Spring. I was on my porch swinging in the hammock and reading a book when I saw a twinkle in the corner of my eye. I just shrugged it off and continued reading. Then I saw it again. So I got up and walked around looking for it. I saw it again so I ran towards it and it moved so of course like any 11 سال old would do I followed it. It was still moving so I ran faster and it moved faster and faster. So I ran even faster then it disappeared and I looked around to see where I was at...
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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...
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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
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“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...
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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
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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...
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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...
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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...
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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!
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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....
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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...
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