فاؤنٹین, چشمہ pens

The fiction story I wrote EXCLUSIVELY for Fanpop. In Chapter 2. Enough said.

The dogs ran furiously until they were out of breath. They stopped in the unfamiliar woods. The brother کتے looked at his sister as if to say, "Let's go back to Mama."
She refused, attempting to cuddle with him instead. He ran away when she tried to nuzzle him.
He ran away from the woods, closer and closer to the open field and his family. He looked back to see his sister wasn't running. He didn't care. She would realize he was on the right track. She'd catch up.
The speeding کتے looked straight ahead of him to see...

Life may be a hard path to walk
but as the years pass آپ learn
on how to adapt and face it head on.

Fear of leaving something یا someone familiar
to tread somewhere new and foriegn,
but thats the beauty of life
how we see things grow from the earth, the birth of a human life,
animals of the wild struggling for survival
through the ages since the beginning of time.

Where despair fills your soul
you cry for renewal within
it will take deep forgiveness in your heart
to wash away the hurt of betrayal
as it happens forevermore
as long as we continue to fight and hurt each other.

Love bleeds deeply when you...

In this مضمون I'm going to write about how to enjoy writing. I'm a writer and do a lot of writing, both for my website and for other people. I find some ways of writing are مزید enjoyable than others.




How To Enjoy Writing




I find writing is most enjoyable when it's not done in a forced یا particularly planned manner. If آپ find it's hard to get yourself to write, I think it's best to relax about it. Perhaps relaxation will be all آپ need to get your inspiration flowing, in fact.




I often spend some time meditating for ideas before sitting down to write an article. After a few سیکنڈ of keeping...

"Shelby?" Sage asked quietly, coming into my room. "Can I ask آپ something?" I sat up on my bed.

"Sure," I sighed, not so enthusiastic; but I was trying not to be so irritable all the time. Sage came in front of the bed, then plopped down on the floor in front of me.

"What's that stuff آپ take?" she asked. I furrowed my eyebrows.

"What do آپ mean, Sage?"

"You know, that stuff آپ take," she said. "Like this." She put her palm to her nose, and inhaled deeply. My دل fell into my stomach. I quickly fell down to her height, and grabbed her shoulders.

"Sage. How do آپ know about that," I said...

I was just 5 منٹ on foot to my dancing class. When I left ہوم 20 منٹ ago, I didn’t expect, I would be raining. But it wasn’t just raining – it was going to be a real storm. It was the middle of July and I was wearing a dress with the short sleeves. The rain was becoming heavier with each منٹ while I was walking down the street. Unfortunately there was no دکان یا bus station close for me to hide from the storm, so when I felt my dress all wet and drops in my hair, I couldn’t do anything but stopping under the tree. The سٹریٹ, گلی was desert – apart from one car standing in...

Eleven سال old twins Miyu and Nakku have been begging their mother for weeks about checking out the attic, their mother finally کہا yes during week four.The twins raced up the spiral staircase to the attic.They found old toys and books, then Miyu found a small crawl space door.
"Nakku!Nakku!Come here!"Miyu called out to her brother.Nakku ran over and saw the door she pointed at.
"Let's see what's inside Miyu."Nakku suggested, Miyu nodded rapidly and reached for the door.Nakku grabbed her hand, then looked at her like she was crazy.
"Miyu, let me open it first."Nakku said.He yanked the door open,...

Ok, heres a story I've had in my head for a while...

I haunt her, I know I shouldn't. Being dead is boring. It's not like I chose death. Death just happened.

I was a normal seventeen سال old guy, ready to start collge. Then, I saved her life. She means everything to me.
I love everything about her. Her hair, her smile, her lips, her body, her laugh, her snort, her mad face, her happy face, her flirty face, her attitude.

I love her.

That's why I pushed her out of the way when the murderer shot the gun. That's why I saved her life.

Now, I haunt her. I watch her every منٹ of everyday, as a ghost....

Caitlin Tresp moved to my small town in Tennessee when we were in fourth grade,which was two years ago.This is her story so far.
So,she moved here in fourth grade.She was in my class.It was her first day,and she was already being bullied.By everyone.Ecxept for my دوستوں and I.Jessica,Molly,Chyanne,Tori and me.It was like she was already part of the group.We all got along greatly.But later in the year,Jessica and Caitlin got in a fight at recess.When we went back inside,we all had to talk to our teacher,Mrs.McDonald.By the end of the dayit was all sorted out...or so I thought.For the rest...

hiiiiiii 3
this is my very first time to write an مضمون here in fanpop
,,,,
I`m in love with writing poems . In fact , i believe that words can do مزید . > that`s why my poems are my life !!!
,,,,
this is a poem which was written with my hamble keyboard =) hope آپ all like it =)

~~ a letter to my dear prince ~~

Dear prince,
I`m tired of living in this unusual life
My diary
Took me to an old distain memory
when I become your wife
I don`t know why ?!!
Every good memory has became whiter then white
Except the دن I saw آپ
You`re right
Special memories always colored with special liquids
But which kind...

Alise opened her eyes on a beautiful Thursday morning. As she sat up, she wiped the sleep from her eyes and brushed through her long black hair with the tips of her fingernails. She looked at the time on her IPod dock. “Its 7:30, I’m late” yelled Alise as she jumped out of بستر and ran to her wardrobe. She pulled out a white button-up بلاؤز, کمری and a green tartan skirt. She opened the drawers underneath and pulled out a pair of black stockings. Alise quickly go dressed and packed her country road bag. She lived at ہوم with her aunty, uncle and her cousin Eliza. Eliza rushed downstairs and...