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I Picture Of Someone nghề viết văn Creative Writing.
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Hiya! I'm Rose and I'm gonna tell bạn 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 đọc 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 năm 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 bởi Barbara Nicolosi and Vicki Peterson of 'Notes to Screenwriters' via link For thêm 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, bởi 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 bạn anything.” Sarah began. “I’m here to tell bạn my story. I know bạn are skeptical about magic, but bạn won’t be after hearing my story.”
    I’d like to drag bạn 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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nghề viết văn One Screenplay In 12 Days And Another In 9 Days bởi William C. Martell at Story Expo 2014 via linkFor thêm 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 thực phẩm 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 Giải cứu thế giới 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 tiếp theo 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 thêm 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. bạn don't have to win every argument. Agree to disagree.
7. Cry with someone. It's thêm healing than crying alone.
8. Stop listening to the words you've heard, no one but yourself will agree with bạn more.
9. Save for retirement starting...
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posted by kayleebabee
umm xin chào guys sorry i have not đã đăng anything in so long I got major nghề viết văn 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 tim, trái tim 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 đít, mông, ass
If i cant trust my family who can i trust?

Inside my chest is a hole
where my tim, trái tim 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 bạn can see past all of the scars
bạn will see my suppresed heart!
A Screenwriter Should Look At A Pitch Meeting Like A First ngày bởi Scott Kirkpatrick via linkFor thêm videos, please visit link
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chapter four
music says it all

we were running late the ngày after it had been a great night and bởi 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 bạn have first?" i couldn't help asking i wanted to know if she would be in my âm nhạc and i missed her hoặc 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 ngày 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 tình yêu me.

What hast thou done unto my heart?
Unto my soul what hast become?
When I met thee...
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The Week After A Screenwriter Finishes A Screenplay Is A Week Of Mourning bởi Lee Jessup at Story Expo via link For thêm videos, please visit link
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