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Story Is A cerca For Meaning - Alan Watt [Founder of L.A. Writers' Lab] via FilmCourage.com.
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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 da his bedside withholding a dagger pointed at his wretched chest. Would this mean the end of Macbeth’s planned tragedy o 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 dragonrider
Ugh she's been crying all day! I'm sick of it thought one of Alex's sisters Janet
Janet was the middle child and felt she never got attention. She was never a sensitive child. She never had a close relationship with Alex. Janet was five feet one with blond curly hair with ocean blue eyes. She had on a wavy blue faded dress with a few rips in it.
Janet looked at her hysterical mother. She hated to see her mother cry " Mother stop crying! I'm sure Alex is fine!" she shouted to her hysterical mother
The grandmother in the corner of the cabina near the closed window stood up suddenly "Your daughter...
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posted by TDIlover226
Annie & Ann, The spirits of the devil and and an angel part 1.

It all started out in a little town in missouri, it was surrounded da small hills and cornfields and from it te could see the beautiful horrizon and watch the sunset. No matter how beautiful this small town was, no matter how colorful, it still held a terrible secret that the towns people struggled to keep. Outside of this town hidden away in the cornfields was the spirit, called Annie. The spirit of the devil, she was truly this, she would terrify the townspeople who went into "her" cornfield. The town did have only one good...
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I woke up, still in Ethan’s arms; my face was up against his chest. I slowly moved up, Ethan noticed this, he let go of me. I got up and walked over to the cucina table. Why was I in Ethan’s arms? But then I remembered. ‘Adam.......he’s dead’ Dawns words came to my head. I nearly fell down again, but arms caught me. “Whoa....come on” Ethan detto pulling me back to the couch. I was now sitting on the couch, Ethan sat beside me. “How did he....?” I asked. I sounded angry but I wasn’t I just couldn’t feel anything else. “We don’t know” Ethan answered me. He was trying...
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posted by xXDreamWriterXx
This is the rough draft of the first chapter of "Beyond a Dream" It's a book that I'm currently Scrivere but it would nice to get some feedback about it. Its long but hope te like it!

Chapter 1

“What! We’re moving?!”

Aria stares at her father, Thomas, with disbelief and utter horror. Thomas sat in his preferito seat; a maroon armrest chair with soft kind of fabric that made it hard not to touch. His shoulder length silver layered hair and black framed glasses that went over his gray eyes made him look like the plain glasses business man that he was. Aria stood in the middle of their living...
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What Is Method Writing? - Jack Grapes via FilmCourage.com.
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posted by InnerMermaid
What u will need
Water
Salt
Pen'n paper
Cup
Shell from the sea
Your powers might be
Hydrokinisis
Hydrocryokinisis
Termokinisis
Sieren singing
Telekinesis
U might get all the powers but put your first choice on your pic.
First get a pencil and paper and draw your tail what u want it 2 look like I would recommend the u draw your chest as well for better results. Lable your pics!
After u have done that fill the cup with water and sprinkle salt over the cup and the shell. Dab your fingers in the shell and try to get some salt on them. Rub them on your legs and say:

Coaral reefs ocean floors where ever u may...
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posted by Mermaidgirl11
Hi today i will tell te haw to become a mermaid


Side effects:
-itchy legs
-drinking lots of water
-singing allot


Method:

Get into the doccia take your shower.
near the end say this spell:
Mermaid magic come to me
I would like a tale not two feet beuaty be upon me pesce of all kinds let me see when im finished in the sea when im dry let my feet return to me SO MOTE IT BE

When te say it make sure your wet
Then dry up
successivo time te touch water close your eyes imagine te being a mermaid and count to ten out loud then te should fall over and open your eyes

FIND THE MAGIC TALE

WARNING
THIS MAY NOT WORK FOR te
I DID NOT MAKE IT UP MY SELF
I GOT IT FROM Youtube
BUT IF IT WORKS TELL ME ILL TYPE IN più SPELLS
THIS IS MY FIRST ONE
STAY TUNED
posted by mermaidgirl1010
Another giorno in paradise, NOT!
Just another summer giorno of hanging out with Friends and such.
Omg. He. Is. Hot. My friend and I were riding our bikes and I saw the cutest guy IN THE UNIVERSE. Well, maybe I am exaggerating but STILL! He is hot!
I must have been staring because the successivo minuto I was on a tree. OMG. He was looking at ME!!!!!!! ''Hi I'm Brady."
"I......I........." OMG! Sooooo stupid! My best friend was gone now and he leaned down. OMG. He kissed me! Then...... gone. I was in my bed. Was it a dream? Well, I think i'll check just to be sure.
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If A Writer Ignores These 3 Words The Story Is Over - Andy Guerdat via FilmCourage.com.
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** Little Red Riding cappuccio is always told the same way time after time. It's time to hear this story from another characters point of view. The story of fairy tales may be completely different than what te are told. Try thinking of everything from someone else's perspective for once, and see how much that story will change.**

"Here I am again, all alone in these stupid woods," I thought this to myself the whole walk down to the forest. Besides the Lupi and birds, these woods were scarcely populated, so it was quite boring here all alone. It was always the same old thing, giorno after giorno of...
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posted by ZekiYuro
Imagine,John Lennon's most famous song,was recently voted"Britain's favourite song of all time".It's an idealistic song about peace and hope for a better world.
"Imagine all the people living life in peace."The song was a big hit in 1971,and again in 1980 when Lennon was murdered in New York.It became a hit for a third time after the terrorist attacks of September 11th 2001.

But who really wrote the song?Until recently the answer to this domanda was always John Lennon.But on a TV programme this week Lennon's wife,Yoko Ono,spoke for the first time about how she,in fact,helped to write the song....
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posted by Insight357
When hate is in your heart
Don’t be afraid to tear yourself apart
Through your demonic fear
Until te hear
The angeli sing
Thy blessing
When te hear heaven’s
Yell te wonder if the seven
Of sins were committed
It was te who committed them
And te wil burn for sin

te are consumed da wretched flames
And through everyones aims
te are never hit
Nor bit
da the fuoco consuming you


Screams from hell
Sound like ringing from a bell
Things of silence
Are really screams
People of benevolence
Have bright beams
Of hope and light

te are consumed da wretched flames
And through everyones aims
te are never hit
Nor bit
da the fuoco consuming you

We are listening
We aren’t missing
We know what lies within
So raise your chin
Look at the world with your pessimistic gleam
And seem
All so picture perfect
posted by greenstergirl
Chapter one
Okay this is a really random stroy but I was bored and I couldn't get this idea out of my head. In my opinion it is really badly written so sorry.

“Okay Class, te have the rest of the period to finish this quiz. This is the last grade before your midterm so work well, and remembers what we studied,” detto my Mr. Grazing, my math teacher. He was the kind of teacher kids pick on and make fun of behind his back. I hate math, so I don’t care for him as a teacher much. He usually wears a sweater vest and weird 1950 glasses that squeeze his nose at the tip.

I stared at the Chapter...
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posted by EmzLovesCheryl
About me and my amazing best friend <3



Me and my best friend
My best friend and me,
We were always together
Inseperable te see.
Our imaginary games
Our funny little chats,
That special secret language
The fate and the cats.
The way we always laughed
At every single thing,
The way we loved to dance
Dance and act and sing!

You were always my partner
In everything I did,
Always together
Just like twins they said.
You'd help me with my homework
You've always been clever,
And then I'd help te with your story
We'd imagine those kind of things together.
I could skip and hop and twirl around
And I always knew,
That...
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posted by mitchie19
1. L E T T E R
Dear Mariah,
I and your father are expecting to leave for the upcoming season.
Your father got accepted as a manager of a company in United States and I have to be there to guide him. If you’re wondering whose going to take care of te Norah will be there. She’ll be with te for a while. Don’t worry me and your father will call te to check on te and Norah okay? And expect us that we won’t be there in your graduation and we will always be there to support you. I left your emergency money da the fridge and your money for expenses. Please save your money, we’ll use...
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posted by Bella_Swan3
How are the winners determined from the losers? Easy. Whoever gave in first.

And if no one gives in?

Giving in is often easier. But not the desirable choice.

Taylor tapped the glass coated floor. The tiny black droplet that bloomed on her forefinger fell with a soft plink on a triangolo of glass below.

Taylor cautiously lifted the shard to the light. There it was. A small stain, barely the size of a pinhead, darkening the glass.

That's all I am. Just a flaw on an otherwise clear surface.

Just a flaw. A mistake that was never meant to be.

"I'm leaving," Taylor muttered to herself, getting back to her feet. She strode towards the corner, vanishing just as soon as the shadow fell over to embrace her slight form.

She closed her eyes and felt the end of her plait, fumbling with it until wove free.

She knew where she was going, if only this once.

But when she got there? She hadn't thought that far.