nghề viết văn Article: Let Us Try.

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posted by hgfan5602

When will this end?
Mass shootings
Terrorist attacks
Police brutality

They say it's just a gun control problem
They say it cannot be fixed
I say the problem is deeper
I say there is hope

When will this end?
Income inequality
Veterans living on the streets, penniless,
Dying bởi their own hands everyday.

They say this world can change for the better
But nothing has changed...
And I truly do fear
Nothing ever will

When will tình yêu start?
The ngày we offer a hand to the fallen
Instead of cringing back in shock
And running away

When will our world change?
The ngày we tình yêu too much to kill
The ngày others' pain is our pain
The ngày we act instead of just talking about it

"It's impossible"
"We're too broken to be mended"
"It's a hopeless battle"
I say, let us try.

CRUSNIC03, RainSoul and 3 others like this

Unknown00 The day when all will unite as one. How long have I dreamed of a future like this... Not just America, the whole world is suffering, everything is crumbling... Having still hope is really admirable...

TheLefteris24 ^ *Sighs*

Portia0623 Great poem. Well done.

CRUSNIC03 Great poem! Love it!:)

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Prologue to my fantaisie book. Feedback needed.

posted by StarPotterRings

Prologue
The wind was howling like Người sói in the night, and Will sat shivering in his post. The tháp nhỏ, tháp pháo on which he sat overlooked a tall rock ledge that sloped into the ocean.
“Why do I get this bloody post.” he đã đưa ý kiến to himself. The air was so cold up there that it sank right into your bones. Even though Will had dressed as warmly as he could with a thick woolen cloak, he could still feel the icy fingers creeping up his back. The ngọn lửa, chữa cháy in the brazier barely helped either.
“Nothing as always.” he đã đưa ý kiến as he looked out to the edge of the sea. He had taken to talking to himself when he...

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My hàng đầu, đầu trang ten must read sách

posted by nimone

1 being the best 10 the worst
These sách are great for summer đọc I can honestly say that anyone that reads them will want to read them again.

10. Deacula bởi Bram Stoker
9. The Hobbit bởi Tolken
8. I'm the king of the lâu đài bởi Susan Hill
7. 1984 bởi George Orwell
6. The secret diary of Adrian nốt ruồi bởi Sue Townsend
5. Pride and prejudice bởi Jane Austine
4. Jane Eyre bởi món ăn bơm xen, charlotte Bronte
3. Lord of the Flies bởi William Golding
2. The curious incident of the dog in the nighttime bởi Mark Haddon
1 Rebecca bởi Daphne du Maurier

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Dont Say Goodbye

posted by ejenk1025

Chapter 2

I pull into the driveway of the cafe. I look into my rear view mirror. I look good. (Laugh) I get out of the car then fix my clothes. I'm ready. Just be yourself. Ok. I'm walking in. Don't fall. Don't fall .. He sees me. Just walk up to him.

"Hey."
"Hey. Glad bạn could make it." đã đưa ý kiến Lucas
"I'm glad bạn could make it, too."
"Well. I work here so..." đã đưa ý kiến Lucas
"You work here? Cool."
"Yeah. This is actually my mom's cafe. Let me introduce you." đã đưa ý kiến Lucas
"Oh goody." I đã đưa ý kiến nervously

Good impression. Good impression. Good impression.

"Mom, this is Brooke. Brooke, my mom." đã đưa ý kiến Lucas
"Pleasure...

Hourglass - Chapter Five

posted by alicia386

Chapter Five

Mason met Olivia at his yêu thích restaurant. It was a perfect ngày for a bữa tối, bữa ăn tối date. The sun was shinny, the clouds were extra white, and the cỏ seemed greener then ever. If only she knew that this was a bữa tối, bữa ăn tối date. He signed the last autograph for today as Olivia sat across from him at their round table. Her hair was curly and in a ponytail. Then she wore a red dress with a thick, black thắt lưng, vành đai in the middle. His một giây impression of her was still the same, gorgeous. This ngày was going pretty well but Cassidy dresses better. Mainly because Cassidy is rich but he didn't want to...

Hourglass - Chapter Four

posted by alicia386

Chapter Four

Olivia was extra busy today. Today was the first ngày of the movie shoot for Hourglass. Before they could even start recording the movie, the would have to check up on everything. The wardrobe had to perfect. The scenes had to be accurately planned out. Then they had to make sure that all of the camera crew was positioned. Olivia wouldn't be able to receive the permits until tomorrow. So they couldn't start filming until then. She followed closely behind Mason as he did the daily check up.

Mason went straight towards wardrobe and the outfit choices. The outfit for Charlotte's arrival...

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Remembering is Just an Invention of the Mind

posted by hgfan5602

Remembering is just an invention of the mind,
So bạn need not try to remember something,
bạn remember it automatically.
Which is the best thing that bạn could have.

The good times that we had...
It is placed in a portion of your mind.
The bad times that we had...
It is placed in the other part of your mind.

bạn try to forget all of the bad things that happened,
But it is not possible.
It is stuck in you.
The bad things are painted in ink on your heart.

The good things, bạn try to remember.
And they stay.
They never go.
Never leave you.

Remembering is just an invention of the mind.
And, well...I guess I'm happy for that.
So I can remember every friend I've had,
Every boyfriend,
And all the good times.
Every memory will never leave my heart.
They will never be forsaken.
Never.

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Executed Innocence

posted by Problematic129

*Poem I wrote for a class project on the holocaust.
DON'T COPY*
Different in ways they couldn't control
Killed for reasons we do not know
Ranging from ages young to old
The innocent people were taken from homes
Soulless people did not care
That the Jewish were in despair
Concentration camps ending their screams
Breaking apart their families
Not once did they do anything wrong
They opened their mouths and sang a sad song
Years went bởi and thêm pain came
Until on one very special day
As one we all saved
The survivors of the Holocaust

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Be Proud, you're a Donkey! (A short story)

posted by sahour95

Stan, the young donkey, was wandering sadly around the barn. He seemed hopeless and wounded and had no desire to speak to any of his fellow donkeys; even talking to his father was not appealing to him that exact moment. In fact, he was feeling ashamed of having a donkey father. He was ashamed of being a donkey altogether.
As the moon and stars scattered across the dark, blue sky, Stan decided he no longer to wander. He needed some solution, he needed reassurance, and only his grandfather seemed appropriate for that particular job.
Grandpa Roger was sleeping peacefully in the barn. He had become...

Childhood Friends, Adult Crush [01] (slash/boyxboy)

posted by Insight357

Bane’s POV

I laid in the grass, watching the clouds. I was beginning to dose off, right before sleep took me, a body pounced on me. I groaned, and looked up. A shaggy haired boy was sitting on my chest, giggling. My best friend, Christian.
    “Get off!” I yelled rolling over. He slid off me.
    “Party pooper,” Christian stuck his tongue out at me. He was so childlike, but that was something I had always loved about him. That’s also why we got along so well. He was hyperactive and loud, while I was cynical and quite.
    I...

The apprentice

posted by Hades223

CHAPTER 1

Jason Card sat at his bàn in his science classroom bored out of his mind. He hated science. It was his least yêu thích subject. Mainly because it was the last subject of the ngày and bởi that time Jason was usually ready to go home.
Mr. Form droned on and on about chemicals hoặc something. Jason didn’t listen. He just sat at his bàn and drew on some paper. He was a very good drawer.
Jason Card was a fourteen năm old as of yesterday. His black messy hair never gave in to a brush which usually meant it was mangled and messy and went down to his ears. He was wearing a simple red t-shirt...

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the crystal night chapter 4!

posted by cullens-rule

Chapter 4 Tom

“it would be easier if bạn knew, but I will try to explain, as well as I can, bạn know my name is Tom but my một giây name is Cullen”
I interrupted him now
“Tom Cullen? Sounds old fashioned”
“It is, any way I’m just seventeen”
He looked away sheepishly like he was lying this made me curious would he really lie about his age.
“my real parents are dead now, they died of an illness I don’t really know much about them”
“I sorry that must be tim, trái tim braking”
He looked miserable he looked into my eyes and I could feel his pain, but he carried on
“I take after my father...

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How to give emotion to a story

posted by e2mma2weasle3

How to Add Emotion to a Story

1.    Understand những từ khóa hoặc 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. bạn 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 bởi 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 hoặc 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 nghề viết văn I will ever share with anyone. Rarely does the idea of a poem ever enter my dark mind. But tonight, just two phút 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 Những người bạn 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 hàng đầu, đầu trang of a gargoyle wearing a white áo sơ mi with a black áo, áo khoác over it. His eyes where a light green with a black cat eye stroke through it. As the man stood up bạn saw that he had pitch black hair and his skin was white like paper. As bạn closed in on the man’s face bạn 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 bởi Vitor Martins AKA Sephisis17

posted by Sephisis17

xin chào 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 nghề viết văn path. Well hope bạn like it, and please, if possible, add a bình luận saying what bạn think.

Me and Those

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

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

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

But do bạn 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 bạn were born,
Came up with a path for bạn 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 hoặc 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. bạn 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 dây neck...

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I Am My Own Path ~ A Poem

posted by fanfly

Artwork by me

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

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

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

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

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

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

Why do I feel compelled to write angsty poetry? I swear I'm not even that angsty. LOL – Liên minh huyền thoại Oh well, I hope someone out there enjoys it.

The Cage bạn Cannot See

posted by Epismatic

A whisper in the cavern that goes unheard,

and a glimmer in the sky that stays unnoticed,

like the start of a brand new life, at the peak

of a mountain never scaled, lies in wait.

It can't be moved bởi any cosmic mover,

so no passing wind hoặc fog will douse it.

Only your eyes can scratch out the image

hoặc accept it, the light at the edge of your eyes.

Will bạn take hold of the key you're offered?

Stop hát of freedom; seek it instead?

To become a companion of the new

takes an ever expanding, soaring gaze.

But even bởi taking one step forward,

bởi placing one hand onto the mountain,

as the wind tugs gently at your back,

bạn will realize the cage has already been broken.

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Slumber Of The Woodland (Part 4)

posted by zanhar1

Your hair is long, wet, and wavy and clings to bạn as bạn rise from the lake. bạn get the sense that the water should be clearer. bạn don’t dwell on it though, distracted bởi your own hair. bạn 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. bạn don’t realize that bạn are topless until your hair settles against your back. But bạn are not ashamed, there is a sense of liberation, bạn can better feel what the earth and the wind are telling bạn this way. If bạn could see behind you, bạn would know that...