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Write What anda Know Doesn't Mean Write Your Life Story - Cody Smart via FilmCourage.com.
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Days go sejak anda like a shadow,
anda don’t live this life,
you’re becoming a shadow
of your destiny.



This cruel fate hates
your laughter,
loving your pain that
sleeps inside your
broken heart.



Broken and tired
of all these Lost fights,
your life becomes
invisible
and anda don’t care anymore,
but anda do,
anda still do.



You’re trying to see
through this fog,
you’re still fighting
for that day,
the hari of your peace.



Your path is full of
thorns that are stabbing anda
directly into your hope,
tearing your soul apart,
you’re on the wings of powerlessness.
I sit up straight in the middle of the night; my forehead is stained with cold sweat, my breathing is heavy. Pure darkness is all around me. Just another dream I mentally convince myself, but I’m still shaking. I can’t calm down, no matter what, the dream felt so…real. Trembling, I get out of katil and go into the bathroom. Looking at me in the mirror was painful. It looks like I just got in a fight with a rabid cat. My black hair frizzed everywhere, mascara and eyeliner smeared around my eyes, tear streaks on my face. God I could use some exercise I thought as I examined my body shape....
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Im going to put a teaser of the first chapter up, if people like it i will continue. komen PLZ!!



Elyon stirred in her sleep, causing her thin blanket to slip off. Slowly her bare arms were covered in goosebumps, as her eyes began to futter; her peacfull face turned to concern, she sat up and looked around.
"Where...?" she managed to mutter through her dry lips. She didnt know where she was. She had never seen anything like it before. Somehow she was sitting in the middle of a medow sorrunded sejak flowers. Elyon stood up and wrapped the small blanket around her shoulders. She looked down at...
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posted by kitkat709477
I was normal once atau i thought I was, at least, until I knew otherwise,then I didn't know how i could have missed it i mean it was so obvious but i suppose that was just it, it was to obvious and sometimes i wonder what it would be like if what happened that night never happened but it probably wouldn't have mattered what happened that horrible night because it just sped up what was already there, sure maybe it would have been easier if i had known what I was but maybe it wouldn't have been.
anda see before all this happened I lived a very good life we were very rich and we lived in a palace,like...
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I looked back down and we sat in silence for a couple of minutes. I looked to my right to find Looi holding the child that was being stubborn in his arms. This, in fact, reminded me of myself in his arms a long, long time ago. Oh, I’d say about 16 years lalu when I was 2 and he was 11. My mom and dad had Looi when they were only 19 years old, so It took a while for them to decide to have me 9 years later when they were 28. I laughed at how old my mom was now. I know it’s nothing to laugh about, but, I couldn’t imagine my mom at Looi’s age now that she is 46.
    “So,...
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Me: okay well i finished the assignment and this is the final product...please don't hold back...okay here anda go
ps. know that this is an religion assinment, and its about my interpretation of Jesus in an artistic form-ie-me using a collection of short poems and talking about the sea...okay i'll shuup now

Freedom
To feel the sand
The sun on your back
It’s a no man’s land
With no fear of attack
No chains of society
The sea frees all
Lose all your anxiety
And watch as the waves fall
God’s saat heaven under the sun
Surrounding all things being
The sea will be undone
For those people foreseeing...
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Two things were killing me at the moment.The fact that It was raining like crazy on his horrible to school,the hari of school where I had to face my dreaded ex and try to hold back either my tears atau punching him in the face.by the way,I completely wanted to do both at this moment.The saat was that whole desperately in Cinta moment with Juaney.I was mad the the "mystery girl" that Juan had fallen so hard for and she have no freaking idea.I hate seeing Juan like this.Yes at the moment he is very proactive of me but I can tell now that he just doing that so I won't look into atau figure his true...
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posted by dragonrider
Still the first hari - Athena's perspective

I smiled as I walked back to my Friends and I's table. I sat down and looked at my friends.
"Where have anda been?" Erica asked "I need make up Nasihat and anda know Emily isn't into that,"
Emily hardly looked up from her book "Make up is a complete waste of time," she said
"Not it is not. It attracts cute boys," Erica argued
Emily sighed "As I told anda before your personality attracts them," she said
I held up my hands "Girls please! anda want to know where I was atau not?" I asked
They both exchanged glances "Yes we do,"
I sighed "Alright. I was talking to...
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posted by Ms_Montana
Spotlight

1. Cold pizza

It was a cold and rainy hari in November. Some people called this rain even snow, but not thus Helena. It was not the type Person all that varnished.
While she rushed sejak the crowded U platform, it rummaged about him of her pocket for her mobile phone. She tried to type in the scrum the number of her mother, however, without success.
Helena rolled irritated with her eyes. Their mother had berkata her at noon she must fetch her small sister Allison. And here only so she stood.
On the left from her a hard occupied looking man called up his mobile phone and before her there stood...
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posted by jasperwhlover
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Chapter 3

Now, Serenity on a happier note was learning how to defend herself and about Exorcism she wanted to help Father Bartholomew, even though she was forced sejak the church to conform to the earthly practices like everyone else and to hide her wings, Father Bartholomew encouraged her heavenly attributes, he made wings, of feathers, waxed together, they were perfect, and everyday, he would teach her to fly as she forgot how because of the number of years that she spent conforming to the earth. Father Bartholomew raised Serenity like a daughter, a few years later, when she...
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Narrator: Macbeth slowly entered the crept room were Duncan was sleeping soundly. Macbeth quietly began to reach for his sharpened dagger. Macbeth pondered many thoughts regarding the demise of Duncan, but never to this degree. Now, the time had come to fulfill the quest to be crowned king. Duncan suddenly returns to reality. Visualizing Macbeth sejak his bedside withholding a dagger pointed at his wretched chest. Would this mean the end of Macbeth’s planned tragedy atau the end of Duncan’s existence?
Duncan: Cousin, why hast thou forsaken me?
Macbeth: Forsaken you? Thou hast forsaken me. Thou...
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posted by iluvtheshow
hei Mom,
It's been a while
Since anda sat seterusnya to me,
Since I saw anda smile
I miss anda Mom
I wish anda were here
Giving me kisses
Holding me near
I can still see anda Mom,
the laughing happy you
Not the ill broken women
Who broke my hati, tengah-tengah in two
I'll always remember Mom,
anda taught me well
To do good things,
And with Honesty tell
I'm telling anda Mom
Losing anda killed me
Laying a rose on your casket
Trying hard to be
Strong.
That's what anda were Mom,
Strong.
In everything anda said
In everything anda did
So now I'll be just that
Strong like a mother, not like a kid


I wrote this in honor of any child who has ever Lost a parent.
Chapter Three

At the kitchen, wondering when Michael will be coming down and have breakfast with his wife and children, Jamie was at the stove, making some lebih lempeng, penkek and was so into her thinking of Michael that she hadn’t heard a little voice calling out to her “Mama, Mama.” Jamie was still thinking about him for a few lebih saat until she felt a little hand tugging at the end of her shirt. Turning around and looking down to see who was tugging the end of her t-shirt, she saw her oldest child, Mac standing seterusnya to her and staring at her mother with her brown eyes, giving her that...
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posted by dragonrider
I pull into the parking lot of the country council men office and get out. Hmm what should I do with Elliot? I can't leave him in the car he'll die of heat. I could leave the air on. Nah I'll just put him behind stage when I talk to the councilmen.
I pull out Elliot and put him over my shoulder. Everybody is strong in the future.
Elliot murmurs something like "Oh I Cinta anda too Starr!"
Aww how sweet. I take out duct tape and tape his mouth shut. Ahh that's much better
I carry Elliot towards the building and when I get inside I don't see Whitney. Hmm that's strange she works here shouldn't...
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3 Worst Ways To Start A Story - Steve Douglas-Craig via FilmCourage.com.
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Before Screenwriters Pitch Studios This Is What They Should Know - Shannan E. Johnson via FilmCourage.com.
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Screenwriters Need To Understand That Hollywood Is A Dollar Driven Industry - Carole Kirschner via FilmCourage.com.
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Here is a selection of true stories from around the world last week.
1.Price of the week.
James Bolton,who is unemployed,was very excited when he won first prize in a raffle last week.The prize was a weekend for two at a hotel in Bournemouth on the south coast of England.Unfortunately,he was less excited when he saw the name of the hotel.It was the hotel where he had worked as a porter the sebelumnya month.He had Lost his job there.

2.Mistake of the week
A 33-year-old Norwegian man came utama one night from the pub and got into katil seterusnya to his wife.The woman immediately woke up,screamed,and jumped...
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posted by 1-2vampire
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Tick, tick, tick
That sound, constant in my head,
A sound that haunts every mind,
A sound that brings fear,
A clock,
Ticking the saat of your life away,
Making life shorter and shorter with every tick,
Drawing death nearer and nearer,
But anda should not live in fear,
For life is too short for such a thing,
Some people waste these precious seconds,
Others treasure them, making sure that no tick is wasted,
The clock ticks on,
But as this sound is registered,
What do anda do?
Tick, tick, tick
Three lebih seconds, gone, like that,
Did anda use them well?
Live life,
For life is too short to spend these saat in hell.
His Melody
To quiet the tears
She sings him to sleep
When the morning has dawned
He can’t be roused from a rest so deep

She sings him to sleep
Night after night
And when he does not awaken
Her will to go on grows slight

She sits and waits while he’s away
She remembers his laugh and smile
Oh what a joy to see his joy
She lifts up a prayer “May I see him in a short while?”

She sits at the window and waits
The sun sets slowly behind the bukit
The others say hello but she doesn’t hear
She is waiting to make the tears still

The time has come she cannot wait
She sets out to see her boy
To stop the tears
To bring him joy

But the tears she stills are not his
They fall from her eyes
She sings his lullaby again tonight
As she kisses the stone and her son good bye