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posted by I_DONT-KNOW
So I don't know if I'm even goiing to continue this یا not. But could آپ do me a favour and give it a read?

Run, musn't stop running. Can't look back, it's too late now, he's going to chatch up any minute. She was going to get caught, she's going to die.

4 days earlier.

Fear.Pain.Death.Alexis Baker was having another one of her nightmares, ones that she could hardly remember the دن after, but the pain and misery allways got left behind. Allways. A cold sweat covered her face and her whole body was shaking, her hands clenched and her feet twitched. She began to call out, muble words that were to faint to understand.
"Alexis time to get up honey," there was a soft knock at the door then an older women walked in, her face falling in recognisation. She sat on the egde of Alexis's بستر and wiped the sweat from her face from a cloth that was in her hand. She took and deep breath before saying her name, a little louder than before, and shaking her gently. A deafening scream came from Alexis as she sat up in shock, she began to lash out and attack the woman.
"Hush, shh, Alex honey it's me. Shh I'm here hooney mum's here.." she crooned, patting down her daughters بستر hair. Alexis began to cry and clinged to her mother, who whispered comferting words and soon she began to calm down.
'mum, i-i can't remember..i can't" Alexis mumbled so weakly that her voice broke on the last word. Her mother smiled down at her, and whispered in her ear that it was better that way.

Alexis sat at her باورچی خانے, باورچی خانہ میز, جدول munching on an everlasting piece of taose, trying desperately to remember her hellish dreams.Her mother wizzed about the باورچی خانے, باورچی خانہ talking to herself about everything she must do.
"Oh before I forget, did آپ take your medication?" she asked coming to a halt and satring her daughter down. Alexis grumbled, and muttered something under her breath.
"Alexis?"She کہا her voice growing in anger.ALexis stood up , pushed her chair back with such force that it banged against the دیوار directly behind it. Marching over to the sink she grabbed a cup half filled it with water, sat it on the counter and left the kitchen. She returned with a small botttle of little tablets in it. once she had swallowed five, she grabbed her school bag and left without a good bye.

it was a beautifull دن and the sun shined reaching every hidden corner. Alexis loved days like this, days that seemed still, days that didnt remeind her of her sleepless nights. Adventually she made it to school, and immediatley looked for her friends.
"Lily!" She yelled at a group of girls that were standing at the huge iron gates, with "Primrose High" in huge bold letters.The gorup of girls moved away when Alexis arrived huddling together, whispering.
"Oh, ارے ALex,"Lilly mumbled looking down at her feet. Alexis fell the uncomfertability asked about it staright.
'Lilly? whats the matter?" She asked touching her freinds shoulder Lilly plled away from her.
'Alexis someone found your file, the one about your last school they photocopied it and گیا کیا پوسٹ it about school. Alexis what did آپ do?" She کہا running away from her. alexis closed her eyes and a painfull tear slid down her cheek, she can forget her dreams, btu she can nevr forget the past.
Dear record of my misfortune I was correct. Today I walked into class and saw a huge pile of letters on my desk. When I opened them I realized that it was hate mail. It was so stupid, people were getting angry at me for what I did to Jessica when it was her fault! They were saying things like : Die Emo کتیا, کتيا die, bitchy whore. That last تبصرہ doesn't even apply to me! I haven't even had my first kiss and they are saying this stuff to me! There was one letter that was bot mean even though I don't know who sent it. Inside it کہا roses are red violets are blue I don't now why they hurt you, if آپ want I'll tell them to can it, all because I love آپ Janet. I don't know who wrote آپ love poem rhyme thing but I love آپ too!
posted by jedigirl
The دن my life became مزید than reality was when I was seven.
2 months earlier, my mother had passed away due to reasons I never understood. All I knew was she was gone and Dad wouldn't talk about it.
I was sitting at my desk, watching the snow fall out the classroom window. The window started to frost over quickly. I turned back to the teacher, but she was frosting over too. I realized it was my vision frosting over. I rubbed my eyes to stop it, but it only made it worse. So I sat in my ڈیسک and let it take over.
I soon found myself in a field of dandelions and fireflies. I looked around...
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posted by Isabella_17
Is It True آپ Lie?
Is It True آپ Hate Me?
Is It True آپ Want Him?
Is It True You're My Best Friend?
Is It True آپ Enjoy Hurting Me?
Is It True آپ Like Me Crying?
Is It True آپ Talk Behind My Back?
Is It True آپ Tell People Our Bussiness?
Is It True I Hurt You?
Is It True آپ Back Stabbed Me?
Is It True آپ Let Me Believe The Lies?
Is It True آپ Let Me Call آپ My True Bestfriend When آپ Weren't?
Is It True.....?

This is A Poem Hope Yuh Enjoy It Btw Tell Me What Yuh Think And This Is Just About Me Gettin Hurt After Being Stupid Enough To Believe Her Lies She Wasnt A True Bestfriend
posted by AuthorForPooh
Her eyes were آگ کے, آگ red,
as if they were
lit from anger.

I dont understand
why آپ are
mad at me.

Why آپ shoot
those harsh words
at me.

Aimed like bullets,
piercing my soul.
And It cant heal.

I never can dodge them.
The words hit me,
and I fall back.

My دوستوں ask me:
"What's wrong?"
"Can I help?"

But they cant help.
Because I dont understand,
why آپ are mad.

Why do آپ have to do
what آپ do to me?
Why does it give آپ
joy to harm me?
Why?
Why are people bullies?
Why dont my دوستوں take action?
Why cant آپ tell me WHY?
posted by TheAmyPond
She stopped dead in her tracks. She was startled. Her voice was completely gone. Shockingly, she saw that the hooded silhouette in front of her wasn't her mother; she did not know who it was.
Slowly, as not to alarm the unwanted visitor, she reached out for her ballpoint pen and dug it as deep as she could into the neck of the intruder. The mess was horrific, blood all over her face as well as his clothes, but Emily stayed strong. She clumsily tumbled off her بستر and ran as fast as she could downstairs to the phone.
She hastily pressed any buttons she could until she'd finally keyed in the number...
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posted by para-scence
"Cosette!" Echo shouted. We ran over to each other, and hugged. She nearly squeezed the life out of me, but I didn't care; I'd missed her so much.

"Echo! I'm so glad to see you!"

"Ahem," a voice said. Echo smiled and rolled her eyes, and took a step back. Asher smiled as he hugged me, and kissed my cheek. I laid my head on his chest.

"I missed آپ too," I told him. He chuckled.

"Come on!" Echo کہا impatiently. "Let's go do something! Anything! I just don't want to deal with this mushy-teen-love crap." Asher and I rolled our eyes, but smiled. I told Grandma we were going to hang out.

"See you...
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posted by para-scence
I admit that I kind of slipped into a depression. I wasn't sure what to think about anything. I started to feel like I couldn't trust anyone. I wanted so bad to drink, and forget for at least a little while, but I couldn't when someone was always home.

That was the only bad thing about not being with Drew anymore; I rarely go the chance to drink. I started going into withdrawal as well. I couldn't keep control of my emotions, I felt like I was going insane sometimes. I had مزید stress related seizures, مزید than I usually do while on medication. I've had a lot of headaches, I've been sweating...
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posted by athena305
Streetlamps, houses, gates, remotes, books, CDs and televisions. Brothers. Pairs. Each has a twin. In this chaotic place of materials the world has come to be, everything has a brother. But brothers are family. And family is connected somehow; if not سے طرف کی blood, then سے طرف کی what?

Energy.

Look hard. At everything that has a brother. A line of energy casts a connection between the two. The energy, with its harsh glares and cold looks creates the strongest and most complex bonds. Strong because of their brotherhood. Complex because of its invisibility. For there is power in invisibility. Cold, cruel power. The power to be a persecutor with no chance of being a victim. The power to twist and squeeze but not feel the wrenching pain of your twists.

Now, آپ ask, what is left? Cruel, invisible energy. For a cruel, invisible world.







This is my first time writing in stream of consciousness. I know it's short but don't judge me too harshly.
posted by Sonicishot
It was late at night and the lights were out, and i couldn't see at all. So i crawled on the floor dragging my hand with me because i needed to feel my way too. I bumped into three friends. Ike, Roy, and Sheeda. I screetched. Ike covered my mouth. "SHUT UP!!!" He whispered. Roy chuckled. Sheeda followed my hand. So did Ike and Roy. I tried to stand up, but my head hit the table. I rubbed the back of my head and crawled out from underneith it. I slowly slid my hand across the دیوار to تلاش for the power switch. "Whoever this is, آپ are very cute!!!!" she کہا feeling around me to reconize...
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posted by twilight_23
This is a piece I wrote for an essay contest about a سال ago. It's extremely short because they wanted us to keep it around 500 words, but I thought I would post it anyway. I love comments! Hearing what other people have to say about my stories is probably my پسندیدہ part of writing, so don't be shy, tell me what آپ think(: Also, if I made any mistkes (i.e. spelling, grammar, punctuation) please let me know so I can fix them, thanks:D


As I walk through the doors of my new high school, I see my best friend at the end of the long hallway. She's standing in front of her locker and she looks...
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posted by Thalia_huntress
please tell me what آپ think.



I told her everything she was so excited that I hung out with مزید then one guy she hopped he would be the one for me after that I went to my room. I had my laptop on my dark blue desk. My بستر was a black blanket with dark purple pillows only one thing in my room that wasn’t dark was the light blue curtains lacey got me when I was a baby. I wonder why my mom didn’t want me. “Kura!” lacey called. I went down stairs. “Yes?” I said. “why did آپ get the ride with Evan?” she asked motherly. “Um lacey I got the ride with Evan because my truck broke”...
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posted by ashesandwine
Ok... so this is my first time, so تبصرہ but don't be bad;)Thanks Emmett4ever, Patrisha727, Just_bella, and everyone else for supporting me and liking my story.... This one is for you:D



How could I leave him? How could he leave me? We always knew that we were meant to be together, our love was so strong, so beautiful, so pure.
I couldn't stand to think that we had to be apart, he was everything to me. I live for him just like he lives for me...





I heard a sound behind me and I turned around slowly... I just stopped breathing, he was so beautiful and I was so lucky that he wanted me. He must...
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posted by BiteMeCullen107
I was half asleep half awake lying on my stomach. I could feel Jason’s cold fingers slowly moving up and down my bare back. He was humming a lullaby but I didn’t know what it was.
“Do آپ still want to know my secret?” he asked in a soothing tone. It didn’t help that his voice so soft that it made it harder to stay awake. “Sure.” I کہا moving closer to him.
“I’ve none آپ before آپ were born.” He paused a second. Probably to make sure I wasn’t going to freak out. “I was دوستوں with your mother before آپ were even born before your mother met your father. I met her...
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posted by hobbyglobe
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