Rachelle presents the film "Casino Jack" (08/11/10)

*by Stephenie Meyer*



TWILIGHT - chapter 1 - FIRST SIGHT


It was there, sitting in the lunchroom, trying to make conversation with seven curious strangers, that I first saw them.
They were sitting in the corner of the cafeteria, as far away from where I sat as possible in the long room. There were five of them. They weren't talking, and they weren't eating, though they each had a tray of untouched thực phẩm in front of them. They weren't gawking at me, unlike most of the other students, so it was an toàn, két an toàn to stare at them without fear of meeting an excessively interested pair of eyes. But it was none of...

The Twilight Official Twitter site đã đăng the link in Entertainment Weekly that contains both old and new hidden secrets.

1. Hidden wolves
''Look for an upside-down engraving of a chó sói, sói in the shot of the bowl in which Carlisle burns his first-aid equipment; on Jacob's T-shirt when he meets Bella in the school parking lot for the first time; and a chó sói, sói trinket on the dream-catcher that he gives her.''

2. Vampire elevator music
''When Edward, Bella, and Alice get into the elevator on their way to see the Volturi, the âm nhạc playing in the elevator is from Strauss' Die Fledermaus (a.k.a. The Bat).''...

Among the various criticisms thrown out against Twilight is the allegation that the series promotes pedophilia. This is generally in reference to the relationship between Jacob and Renesmee, but sometimes it refers to the relationship between Edward and Bella because of their significant age differences. I believe that this is a misunderstanding of what tác giả Stephenie Meyer intended to portray here, which is not true pedophilia, and is not immoral in and of itself.

Pedophilia is a type of paraphilia in which mature adults feel sexual attraction to prepubescent children. This (unhealthy) attraction...

chapter 21. VERDICT
WE WERE IN A BRIGHTLY LIT, UNREMARKABLE HALLWAY. The walls were off-white, the floor carpeted in industrial gray. Common rectangular fluorescent lights were spaced evenly along the ceiling. It was warmer here, for which I was grateful. This hall seemed very benign after the gloom of the ghoulish stone sewers.
Edward didn't seem to agree with my assessment. He glowered darkly down the long hallway, toward the slight, black shrouded figure at the end, standing bởi an elevator. He pulled me along, and Alice walked on my other side. The heavy door creaked shut behind us, and then...

I woke up this mourning feeling rather odd. Perhaps I thought to myself it was just some bad human thực phẩm I ate. Yet, most human foods are bad and smell foul. And why do people eat that foul stuff they call food? I decided to myself I would need to leave my calm, yet stuffy room and head off to vist my mother as I had promised her weeks ago.
"Hello, mother I'm back Jacobs out hunting so I decided to come here as promised.", I đã đưa ý kiến before I got a smallwhiff of animal blood and threw up something I had never done before.
"Renesmee, bạn must have the flu humans get it sometimes. Please come here...

I am a budding screenplay writer and wanted to write a script for New Moon. For lots of reasons. Mainly, to satisfy myself in case the real movie is not what I think it should be

I post frequently over in livejournal at the lion_lamb community and have đã đăng it over there too.

here are đường dẫn to my screenplay
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This screenplay has some things different from New Moon. bạn will recognize many scenes I kept. bạn will notice some things that I have combined. bạn will also notice stuff of my own. This is all typical with any adaptation.

There are also hints of Eclipse in here and set ups for...

*by Stephenie Meyer*



TWILIGHT - chapter 14 - MIND OVER MATTER


A long một phút passed. I listened, not sure if I'd heard the door close. Then Edward's cool arm was around me, under the covers, his lips at my ear.
"You are a terrible actress - I'd say that career path is out for you."
"Darn it," I muttered. My tim, trái tim was crashing in my chest.
He hummed a melody I didn't recognize; it sounded like a lullaby.
He paused. "Should I sing bạn to sleep?"
"Right," I laughed. "Like I could sleep with bạn here!"
"You do it all the time," he reminded me.
"But I didn't know bạn were here," I replied icily.
"So...