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posted by para-scence
"I still remember the world from the eyes of a child. Slowly those feelings were clouded sejak what I know now..."



I sat there in the police department, swinging my legs back and forth high above the floor. I was wearing my kegemaran purple dress and my rama-rama, taman rama-rama sandals. My dark brown hair was in a high ponytail and it bounced as I looked both sides. Where was Mommy? Carmine and Reed sat seterusnya to me there, and they were not happy. Carmine, twelve at the time, had tears coming from his eyes. Reed, fourteen, had his face in his hands, so I couldn't see what he looked like. Soon I got sick of waiting...
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How Do I Write A Screenplay? - Gordy Hoffman (BlueCat Screenplay Competition Founder and Judge) via FilmCourage.com.
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Write What anda Know, When A Personal Story Becomes A Movie - Carla Simón of SUMMER 1993 via FilmCourage.com.
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Two Women Screenwriters on Life, Cinta and Penulisan via FilmCourage.com.
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Biggest Mistakes Screenwriters Make When Receiving Script Notes sejak Jen Grisanti via FilmCourage.com.
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How Qualified Are Script Readers At Production Companies? sejak Adam William Ward via FilmCourage.com.
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Source: I Lost MY CHILDHOOD Cinta
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Thanks to anda all who read the whole “Quarter Quell” series. I apologize for any grammar mistakes and I hope anda enjoy the last story in the “Quarter Quell” series “the diary of Iza Reffile. (Silenced)”




Part one
The little girl
How am I going to turn out, pshh who cares not any but me. It was Krismas morning and everyone was opening presents. I am now currently 5. When everyone handed me there presents I smiled big and slowly open the paper.
“It’s just paper.” My mother use to say.
“Yea sure if anda say so.” I berkata I carefully take it off. When I see what I got my face...
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Can anda sit through the whole thing? I got about six minit in and couldn't take it anymore. XD
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posted by fanfangirlfan
As I stand on the sidewalk thinking where to even start, I try and think of everything I know about Sam. It’s not much. I know that he has a younger brother. Yes, his name is Tyler and I know because he’s Friends with my younger sister Jennifer. They’re in grade 1 together. I’ve even babysat them for god’s sake. I know that he’s a good student, smart, hardly gets into trouble, but he’s not really involved with anything like sports atau clubs. I know that he lives with his uncle because his parents died in a car crash 2 years ago. I know that besides seeing each other in the halls...
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posted by problematic124
We are your saviors.
We are your protectors.
We are your heroes.
If anda sertai us,you pledge yourself worthy.Worthy to protect every single living species.Even if it costs your life.
Once your in your in ...and there's no gettig out. Our secrets are sacred,our discoveries valuable. We hold the key to things that,to the human eye are unreal. But to us their not because we know the truth. And so will you.
It is your choice, take it atau leave it. If anda are a true protector anda will pass the test.
We welcome all, to the Protection. Choose your path correctly and then let it be.
posted by para-scence
The seterusnya day, after Nikolai and Carmine went to work, I waited until school would've been out to go find Andrew. I waited sejak the side of the high school, until the students started filing out. I kept my eyes open for him, but when I didn't see him for a long time, I began to worry that he hadn't shown up to school at all today. My hati, tengah-tengah skipped a beat when I saw him, and I realized I didn't have a plan.

I hid on the side of the school, until he walked past, not even noticing me. Then I grabbed the back of his shirt, and pulled him back into the alley, forcing him up against the wall.

"Ow! What...
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posted by GigglesD
I never understood my hometown. It's always changing. Crime is high, pigeons fly, and it's basically impossible to not pass something that's been vandalized.
One sad thing is, I never met my father. My mother always told me he ran off when I was an infant. I never got all that good of an education, because my teachers never teach. My mother isn't around much anymore. She doesn't even call me. I wish everything would change. Before my father ever ran off.
I wonder what he's doing right now. He probably also does vandalism. Maybe he's found a hobby. Maybe he's going through therapy. anda can never know what someone is doing when anda don't have sight of them.
Right now I'm in a pharmacy, and I always wonder: what people have when they walk in here. It could be anything from a cold, to rare and chronic diseases.
posted by zutaradragon
i made my life with a ridged frame, so nothing bends it only breaks into...peices and peices. all this talk of life being great, well wheres the Cinta for me...these days? it seems it may not be worth, seems so much easyer to just give in. when you're reaching for...so much more.
what happens to a girl when she spills her hati, tengah-tengah on a page & she watchs words flow away. then, these feelings are alone on the page & they're waiting for someone who cares to read them. to open their eyes, to see them. then they realize that life aint purfect, & that the scars run to deep to heal. and every...
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posted by Percysclique
Chapter 1 – A Prisoner is Set Free

Amorite let the dinding be her guide as she descended the stairs to the dungeon. A ring of keys dangled from a sash just below her waist. Silently, Amorite tiptoed toward the sleeping guard. Kildee was asleep, but just to be on the selamat, peti deposit keselamatan side, the sixteen tahun old girl put a pouch of powder under his nose.

Amorite’s hand shook as she took the pouch away. She knew that what she was doing was forbidden. Amorite had stolen the sleeping powder from Ilea, the healer, yesterday when Ilea had been taking care of a patient. Amorite promised herself she would return...
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A Metaphor For Survival In The Entertainment Industry sejak Adam Skelter via FilmCourage.com.
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Why Is It So Hard To Write An Ending? sejak Gordy Hoffman via FilmCourage.com.
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An Inside Look At The Movie Distribution Business For Screenwriters & Filmmakers sejak Scott Kirkpatrick via linkFor lebih videos, please visit link
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posted by zanhar1
She lie on the ground, brunette hair fanned out around her, black jubah, berjubah torn and marred. Silver moonlight filtered through the pine trees and cast itself on drops of dew.

Castellé couldn't say how long, for certain, that she'd been lying there, lips parted, gazing it the stars.

But it certainly wasn't, and would never truly be long enough.

The takeover was fast coming.

No one could stop it now. It had been long in the making.

All there was left to do was lay and wait for her time to come too. Just like those whom had gone before her.

Just like those already claimed sejak The Mystings.

They were...
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