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posted by DxCFan123
I stood up. My ankle was better. Where am I? I looked around. I was in a tighter dress and it was longer, down to my ankles. Blood and holes no longer covered it. Where could I find information? The library! I ran to the nearest person I could find. "Where is the library?" They looked at me like I was a tourist. " Go down until the end of the successivo block. Then turn right and keep going until te get to a temple like building." "Thank you!" I said.

I ran all the way there. I ran inside. "M'aam, what data is it today?" I asked. "It is Sunday, November 8th, 2007. Why?" I stared and her with disbelievemEt. "N-n-no reason." I ran outside. Just then, it started raining. Just great. But I was fine with it. But I had something più important on my mind. What was I going to do? I needed school, a place to live- School. I saw a school when I was running here.

I remember there being a sign that detto still accepting new students. But I couldn't sign up da myself. They'd be suspicious. I just went back to the cemetery. When I stepped through the gate, I was back in that foggy world. But this time, It was my room. My room from my house. Back in 1510. I almost yelped with joy. I ran into my closet. Same exact clothes. But, I couldn't wear those to school. I need to shop. There could be some shops that will take my clothes! I could get alot iof money!
Jake Gartner here. For some reason, something kept those mutant serpents away from us. Chase Johnson, my friend, is over here with me at the biblioteca of Death. Yeah. Bad name for a library, if te ask me. I would never have come here in the first place, had no one ever bothered me with a ransom note about my mother dying if I didn't go on this life-or-death journey. (Sorry, I have to speed the story up now. Chase says I'm getting all the attention.) So, what we found out at the library. Not much. All we found out was that mutant serpents tend to be very huge, have sharp teeth, and stay away...
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posted by Insight357
    “Kayden!” Sebastian-my band’s manager-had a look of dismay on his simple features. I couldn’t hear him, but I could read his lips. Anyone who knew me knew to get my attention before they spoke.
    “What?” I asked. Though I’d been deaf since I was five I knew how to speak as well as anyone with full hearing.    
    “You still haven’t made your set list,” he stated, his face screwed up into a frown. “The first performance is tomorrow night.”
    “I’ll have it finished...
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posted by hgfan5602
My name is Matt Downley, and I am a calcio player. I just moved here to New York, and I was just going to try out for the Weston Middle calcio team, when believe it o not, the principal came rushing down the halls and detto that I couldn't play because I am disabled. WHAT THE HECK!!! Okay, I was like, "So here's the deal. I can't play. I can't do anything. What the freak am I supposed to do at this stupid school!!!" But, of course, I didn't have the guts to say that out loud to the principal, so I just muttered and said, "Okay." Lately, I feel like people have been stalking me when I came back from school. Everyday when I go to bed, I feel like people are looming in the shadows above me. I didn't know now, but tonight would be a night of extreme danger.
posted by alicia386
What scandalous secrets can adults keep from their parents? I need ideas for a book I am currently writing. It is about how some secrets adults keep from us can actually save our lives. I hope to give te a sneak anteprima of my book which is called The Deadly Truth. Can't wait for your opinions!

To know più about my book please post your domande on my wall. I will try my best to reply as fast and as soon as I can. If I don't then just know I did read them.

te can believe the first chapter of my book will be postato either this week o successivo Friday.
posted by morganaforever
Full of excitement, Nicole and Ellie arrived at the fairground. They walked through the towering gates, expecting laughter and chatter – but everything remained quiet. No music, no noise, nothing! The place was deserted. A strong gust of wind blew, making them shiver. As they walked on, it began to get darker. Gradually, the sky turned from a bright blue to black. One da one the lights of the fairground flickered on, illuminating the black sky. As they passed da The Haunted Mine, it seemed to be inviting them to have a go. A man clad completely in black was waiting beside the entrance.

“Can...
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It probably took te a while to learn the 26 letters of the alphabet back when te started school. But actually, te should count yourself lucky. Some languages use alphabets with many più letters than that. Russian, for example, has 33 letters, and the Khmer language of Cambodia has over 70. And in China and Japan, where they write with signs called 'characters', there are hundreds, even thousands of different shapes to remember. Japanese primary school children are expected to learn about a thousand characters before they can go on to high school!
posted by candyvtoby511
Tess’s parents were shot down right before her eyes, coming out through the side door of a theatre. She couldn’t understand why he had killed them and not her. The murderer was young, maybe even the same age as herself. He was disguised as an older man, but she could still tell he was quite young, 14 o so.
Tess is walking late at night with her dog alone, thinking about her parent’s mysterious murderer; why didn’t he kill her as well? What motive did he have to kill them? She ponders over the words her mother spoke in her dying breath; what did she mean that I shouldn’t trust him?...
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 Emmanuel Cuts The Ribbon to Open Fashion Week Gibraltar - (Picture da oro Productions Studios (Gibraltar) www.goldps.com)
Emmanuel Cuts The Ribbon to Open Fashion Week Gibraltar - (Picture by Gold Productions Studios (Gibraltar) www.goldps.com)
Emmanuel Ray, Britain’s Fashion icona of The anno 2011 (Fashions Finest Awards), successfully opened Fashion Week Gibraltar on 18 April 2012 at the Casemates Gallery in Gibraltar.
London – In front of an excited crowd Emmanuel Raygave a short speech thanking everyone who came to the opening, his publicist David J Mann, director ofHighmore PR, and Fashion Week Gibraltar’s organiser and fashion designer Reene Weston. He then proceeded to cut the red ribbon allowing everyone to start their Fashion Week experience.
Emmanuel had this to say about the opening,
“What an amazing experience it was....
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If i get enough commenti i will extend it.

It was damp, smelled of earth and pine, I heard leaves rustle, twigs snap as animali scurried in the albero tops. I wasn't supposed to be here, this wasn't my room, my bed. I was supposed to me in da cottage on eagle lake. I was supposed to be asleep, superiore, in alto bunk with my younger brother Elliot on the bottom. I was supposed to be smelling fabric softener and hear the soft snore from little Elli, feel the heat of my cat sleeping on my chest. I opened my eyes and I could see the sky, black with soft twinkle of a million stella, star and the florescent glow of the moon....
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posted by precious211
“Before we leave I must warn you. We are now entering alien territory, so be careful and considerate to you’re new surroundings. One stupid mistake can get you, and everyone around te killed.”

The safety instructor’s voice boomed across the large, air conditioned spaceship. It sounded oddly cheerful for someone who had just told them that they could all die.
Everyone tried to see where her line of vision was pointing towards. It was aimed toward the windows.
Kendra glanced through them and, and gulped. They were about four thousand feet above sea level, and the spazio craft had just...
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Using correct grammar and sentence structure is vital if te want to convey your thoughts accurately. te also want your Scrivere to hold the reader's attention. Nothing is più annoying than Leggere a manuscript littered with grammatical errors. The error of Scrivere sentence fragments is a common error. Sentence fragments are incomplete sentences that don't express a complete thought.

tips:
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Have a subject for every verb. The subject is the actor in the sentence. The verb is the action taken in a sentence.

2


Make sure all of your dependent clauses have a completing thought. An independent...
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posted by cutiegirl01
(Please tell me your opinion on my story and be truthful please!)

    “Erik get down here now!” My father yelled.
    “I’m coming, I’m coming!” I hurried down the stairs. I learned in the last 17 years I’ve been alive, that if my dad calls me I need to be down fast…or else…
    I got down the stairs, and went into the living room where he always sat on his days off. “Yes, dad? What can I get you?”
    My mother smiled up at me from her book, “You are such a good son, Erik-“
    My...
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posted by NormalcyIsDead
Boom boom clap
Bounce your head, snap
To the classic, to the rap


Step ball change
Basic with a buck
Pleay, tour jete
Bounce your head to the rock


One two three,
Two two three,
Count along with your head
Mosh with the beat


Hop shuffle hop back
Twirl your arms, bend your back
Do the thingamajiggie
Wear out your taps

Breathe it in, breathe it out
Reach for the sky, dance on the ground
Flitter here, gallop there
Lose yourself anywhere

Flow with the music
Feel it in your veins
As te bounce your head, snap
Boom boom clap
posted by dragonwriter
As light fades the brightest of souls can even be turned to do the darkest of things. As time time pushes inoltrare, avanti the mind and body of an individual changes for either good o bad. the decisions they make and the things they do will stick with them forever. I was told this many years fa da a wise old man that fortold my future. He detto "the one with the dragon soul is not alone in the world he knows." After being told this it left me nothing but confused but i had a feeling that it wouldn't be the last time i heard of it.
posted by StarsGoBlue
God's Lost Child 
Chapter 2: An Indefinite Prisoner Of War 

"Unbelievable! Un-fucking-believable."
A nerdy blonde cussed as he stormed  through the upper deck of Sovereign, his hands raised above his head in protest. 
"Oh, let's put Baird in charge of the rookie! Since he's busy anyway. Let's just give him più shit to do, that's easier on us!"
He continued to fume violently as Nicole followed a sicuro, cassetta di sicurezza distance behind. The rest of Delta Squad had dispersed to their cabins to change into their night attire. Baird had been chosen to school the rookie, thanks to his big mouth.  After a bit of sighing...
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In this series of guides, I'll be mostrare te the best techniques for Scrivere your story. These are tried-and-true techniques, and they work.
First up: characters. Every story has characters. We all know that. But what te may not realize is that some portions of a character need not be mentioned. Why spend three pages on your character's dimples if they have nothing to do with the plot? In order to keep your readers hooked, te have to yourself to things that are involved with the plot.
Before te decide on a plot, te should get to know each of your characters. After all, you're telling...
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posted by PhoenixRoyale
This is another poem that I have written. It was inspired da some commenti about stuffed animals/plushies on Youtube being people's friends. Enjoy.
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The Stuffed Animal.
To some, they are stupid.
They are useless.
They are disgusting little balls of fluff.

Those people think that it's necessary
to pick on the innocence of others
for having a collection of their own.
They poke fun, they tease, they even insult.

They target that person's age.
Sometimes even their gender.
They think they need to grow up.
They think these fluffy plushies are meant for babies.

But to those innocent people,
the ones who are quite...
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posted by shenelopefan
La parte prohibida del parque

"La depresión es la que guía, la alegría es la que llega"

En la ciudad dónde yo vivía de niña, había un parque en dónde siempre pasaba las tardes con mis amigos. Éramos un grupito de niñas y niños que nos juntábamos a jugar en ronda, cantábamos canciones que no tenían sentido (casi nuestro propio idioma, de hecho) y recorríamos todo el parque jugando a las escondidillas.

Bueno, no todo el parque porque había una a la que los adultos no les gustaba que vayamos. Era un sector tan lleno de árboles que, desde afuera parecía una selva en medio de un parque...
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The room is silent, as always. Nothing can be heard, aside from the soft rasp of pencil on paper. Words take form, joining various thoughts into one whole. On the outside, nothing is different from the average writer. To find what sets me apart, we must look deeper than the surface.
Inside my mind, immagini and ideas race about, sometimes colliding, sometimes not. This whirlwind is composed of everything I know, read, seen, heard, o thought of. It is here that my greatest works begin to form.
To mostra how thw whiirlwind works, let us have an example. During practice for spring track, I noticed...
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posted by Lord_Anubis
If te mates like it, comment, I'll make più if anyone notices it =3

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''Oi, te guys! What are te doin'?!'' screamed a brown haired boy from the street.
''Mind your own business and go back under your momma's skirt, o you'll get some too!'' replied the tallest boy on playground, probably the leader of the rest 4 boys.
5 of them were teasing one small boy, taking away from him candies and ruining his game on playground. The brown haired boy frowned with his black eyes and started walking towards them.
''You scum really have guts! 5 tall Cani on 1 small...
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