4 Main Tools Screenwriters Use To Keep The Audience Engaged sejak Paul Joseph Gulino

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Different Worlds - Chapter 6

posted by Bella_Swan3

Taylor sat with her back against the wall, her arms wrapped around her knees, as she relived memories of pain.

The broken glass that littered the floor served as a reminder. Everywhere she looked, she saw a memory, the earliest being when she was barely four.

Dying. Perhaps that is how it feels, filled with the thoughts and reminiscence of the life anda have lived, and in some cases, wished anda hadn't.

The slight nine tahun old sat on the riverbank. There was a boy, about as old as she was sitting seterusnya to her.

"He did it again, didn't he?" the boy asked softly, gently touching a bruise on the...

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The diaries of a wounded man- chapter1 "only half of it"

posted by sahour95

She stepped into the flat sorely, gazing at his stuff. He’s left so soon, without saying he would do so, without mentioning any goodbyes with his deep, sad voice. Everything was the same, nothing has been moved, and nothing has been replaced. He took nothing with him but his endless tears. He took nothing with him but his sadness and misery. He took nothing … but the shattering hearts with its deep wounds.
She did fool him with her sweet words and enchanting look, but she’s never thought that such a smart person like him can’t be fooled with her stupid words. Her words did nothing but...

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pushing wild fires

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"catch me if anda can!" my little sister yells running in the back yard.i go after her. she suddenly stops. "Jaz!Jaz! come here!" she calls. "yes Abbie?" i fallow her eyes. smoke was riseing from the house. oh-no i thought. i grab my cell phone and dial 911. there here in twenty minutes. they've put out the fire. our parents are dead. i sit on one of the chairs in our back yard. abigal climbs into my lap and hides her face in my hair then she crys. i must've looked like a statue becuase my breathing was shallow. "sweeties are anda ok?" my rich aunt said. i blinked "yes were fine aunt julie" i...

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What Must Happen In The First 10 Pages Of Every Screenplay-Michael Hauge & Mark W. Travis

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The #1 Most Important Element In Developing Character sejak John Truby

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Fading....(Not a continuing book just i wanted to write it because sometimes i feel it)

posted by Kitty1525

White. White everywhere. i pushed myself farther, made pain ripped at my sides, as the cold stabbing breeze lifted the hair off my bleeding chapped lips. I stepped farther not knowing where i was going. Another sharp breeze burned my face as tears refused to fall from my aching eyes. Been so long since i laid my head to rest. My feet slowly going numb leaving me to face the cold alone. I was at war. A war with the icy breeze,and with myself. Trusting no one.

I tried so hard to impress them. To get them to Cinta me. To gain their friendship. No one knows me. No one will find me. No one is looking....

Ch.1 Part 1

posted by jklilly56

I dont know what to call my book yet the tajuk is whats blocking my thoughts. yet but if anda can give me some feed back that would be awsome!

“Hey are anda guys almost here yet?” I asked my best friend Rose. “Oh yeah I see anda now. Okay see anda in a sec.” We were at the event of the tahun for us, the National Western Stock tunjuk PBR finals. Rose was meeting me at one of the rest rants in the stock yards (some of the cheapest and best Makanan is sold there.) Rose was bringing her boyfriend, Matt, with her and so she was late. “Rose over here!” I berkata waving her over. She came over to the...

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[Poem] Death & Scars

posted by HarryPLover

looked in the mirror and saw that ugly girl
That girl that constantly reminded of who I was,
Of what I was.
I was a murder
People say My parents death wasn’t my fault
I killed them
I felt guilty
I felt ashamed
I was the one to blame
My life flashed before my eyes
I saw the fire, the crash
I saw the flames erupt inside me
I felt tears burn my eyelids
I felt it as much they did
They burned, I burned
I didn't want to be left alone
I never wanted them to leave
Though I was taken from them
They were also taken from me
Though they're gone,
We both pay the price
Death
And Scars.

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my first story (part 5)

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The rest of the night i didn't sleep. When it was time to wake up jose found the package dad sent. His was like mine but he had a skull ring and a skull and crossed Bones necklace. He loved it i still disapproved of it. And suprise suprise Brandon had the same one. I stopped talking to near everyone until i can understand what was happening. Tyler tried to get me to talk but i couldn't till today. "Babe please say something i want to hear your voice." he pleaded. "Don't worry Tyler it's better this way." Maybel said. That was it i hated her lebih then ever. "Maybel...

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The diaries of a wounded man- chapter 1 "The other half"

posted by sahour95

I still remember the hari I saw you. I never thought that meeting anda would destroy me, would leave deep wounds that no one is able to heal not even you. anda looked like a beautiful Angel walking between your tow friends, carrying your books, ready to start a new tahun in collage with arms wide open. anda laughed and the whole world laughed in my face. anda waved to us, me and him. When he pointed to anda I could hardly listen to him. I could hardly see anyone but you. anda Charmed me with your beauty.Your silky, long, black hair. Your big blue eyes, their look full of Cinta and passion. Behind those...

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Gods: Chapter 4: Dead

posted by gossipgirlxoxo

That night I locked my windows it seems it only really brings me trouble. But again I couldn’t sleep. “Knock, knock” Dawn berkata coming in her voice was gentle. “Hey, you’re up late” I berkata getting out of bed. “Yeah, what did Ethan do?” she said, Dawn could read your anger. “Nothing, there was just a misunderstanding, that’s all” I said. “Really?” she said. “Well we kissed” I berkata now sitting on my bed. She followed and sat down seterusnya to me. “Wow, Why?” she asked, “Why would anda ask me why?” I asked. “Because anda have always berkata that anda would never go...

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Waiting for Mr Right (heartache)

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I looked out the window at the man I wanted to be with. He doesn't know my name atau that I watch him leave for work everyday. He doesn't even know I live seterusnya door to him. But, one hari that will change.
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The seterusnya hari I brought myself to go meet the man I had watched from my window for so many years. I wanted to know evetything about him. And most of all, I wanted him to know everything about me. From the saat I saw him I knew we were ment to be.

I went up to his door and knocked on it. It opened. He looked at me with curiosity.

"Can I help you?"

"Um..yes...

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Exile

posted by Euri

The red glare of the api, kebakaran blurs all other colors. The smoke chokes me with its sulfuric perfume. I watch from the tower as the city burns to ashes before my eyes. I want to stop it, I wish I could, but I cannot. I listen hopelessly as I hear the cries of the people, shouting, taunting.
Tears run down my cheeks. I Lost it all, the power I once had has been taken from me. I could have helped so many, but I was foolish and in my foolishness I did not realize what was transpiring under my nose, what would lead to this, the burning of once a proud city to rid it of us.
Turning from the window, I...