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Every Great Story Has A Main Character That Goes Through 4 Archetypes - Jeffrey Alan Schechter via FilmCourage.com.
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The Best Way To Become A TV Writer - Niceole R. Levy via FilmCourage.com.
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In a weekly "test" single people who are looking for a partner ask their mother and their best friend to help.Their mother chooses one partner and their best friend chooses another.The test is to see who can choose the best partner!
This week's single man is Richard Taylor,a 26-year-old musician from Southampton.His mother Meg chooses one girl,and his best friend Danny chooses another.Then Richard goes on a data with each girl.Which girl does he prefer?Who knows him better,his mother o his best friend?Who chooses the right girl for him?


"I usually work in England but sometimes I work abroad...
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After an upbringing in New Zealand and a spell recitazione in her own country,Nyree Dawn Porter made Londra her home.Interview da Alan O'Kelly.

Nyree Dawn Porter made her first stage appearance at the age of 3.Playing the part of a ladybird in an amateur production of Noah's Ark,she walked onto the stage and into the lights to delighted applause and laughter.

'It stopped me dead and instead of joining the other performers I walked down to the front of the stage to find out what that noise was.'

'That noise' has Streghe#The power of three her ever since and in a long,successful career,both on the theatre stage and on...
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Not long fa people believed that in the future we would work less,have più free time,and be più relaxed.But sadly this has not happened.Today we work harder,work longer hours,and are più stressed than 10 years ago.We walk faster,talk faster,and sleep less than precedente generations.And although we are obsessed with machines which save us time,we have less free time than our parents and grandparents had.But what is this doing to our health?An American journalist James Gleick in a new book,Faster:the acceleration of just about everything,says that people who live in cities are suffering from...
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My Name's Jon,And This Happened To Me When I Was On Holiday In Seville,In The South of Spain.


I was having a coffee in a bar when a man came up to me.He was quite smartly dressed,and he looked very respectable.'Do te speak English?'he asked.He definitely wasn't Spanish,but I'm not sure where he was from.'I'm very sorry to bother you,but I have a serious problem,'he continued.'I'm here on a business trip,and I've Lost my briefcase-it had my passport,my wallet,my money,my credit cards,my mobile,my address book,everthing.Could te help me?I need to borrow 60 euros to get the train to Madrid-my...
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posted by ZekiYuro
Here are some più texts from people.
1.Writing and then sending a funny e-mail o text message to my friends.And of course,imagining their faces when they read it.

2.I really like driving at night when there's no traffic,listening to my favourite music.I feel completely free.

3.Staying in letto on Sunday morning and Leggere the newspaper.Then getting up very late and having my dog for a walk.

4.I enjoy going to the jym and really getting tired then taking a long hot doccia followed da a nice hot cup of tea.There's nothing better.

5.Turning off my computer at the end of the day.Leaving work,and getting into my car to go home!It's the best moment of the day.I Amore it!
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 precedente month.He had Lost his job there.

2.Mistake of the week
A 33-year-old Norwegian man came home one night from the pub and got into letto successivo to his wife.The woman immediately woke up,screamed,and jumped...
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    I walked for so long, looking for something, not knowing what that someone thing actually was. The sky bleeding with an arancia, arancio sunset as the sun moved ever so slowly below the horizon. I stopped in my tracks ans stared for a moment, than went back to searching for my mystery object. This was a great time to take in the woods which have always scared me. It wasn't bad walking through them. everything was arancia, arancio from the ending of summer. It was like walking in those stories te always hear about. Just then, a soft rustle in the bushes interrupted my thoughts. Not knowing...
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We've all been there.

We've all seen it (at least once).

Perhaps even committed the "easy" crime.

You know what I'm talking about.

"His cheeks were red with embarrassment."

"Anna checked the balance sheets again, coming to a conclusion the the financials were a deep crimson."

"I stared into his blue eyes as deep as the ocean."

Colors, like anything else, are powerful descriptive pieces. When used as a comparison o a contrast, the reader is painted a picture of the person/object's look and the setting as a whole. It should make the scene come together in a seamless flow.

For example, the "red with...
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Prologue

The sun is just minuti from rising and the night is growing lighter. An alter made entirely of blue marble, jade, and amethyst is illuminated. Two tiny bambini lie on superiore, in alto writhing and screaming in discomfort. They are naked, only a few days old and the chill of the stone slowly seeping into their Bones will surely kill them. The larger of the two will not stop screaming while her twin just sobs quietly.
Their frail mother stands a few feet away determined to finish what she came here to do but her eyes are bloodshot and red raw from her constant tears. But she is not alone. Her husband...
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The cuore has long been considered to be where feelings of Amore dwell.In Amore songs throughout the ages,love almost always goes together with the heart.The cuore has continuously been viewed as the place where Amore begins and develops.Even the Bible gives quote to Amore and the heart.

The role of the cuore in Amore must come from what happens to it when a person feels strongly attracted to someone.The strong feelings for the other person,especially in the early stages of a relationship,have the results that the cuore starts beating faster and breathing starts speeding up.

According to psychologists,a Amore relationship is a situation that involves a lot of stress and the body reacts to this da getting ready to face the unknown.This has veen called the 'fight o flight' reaction,meeting danger da fighting it o running away.So with love,the cuore accelerates and breathing becomes quick.
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"I'd like a room please," Nick tells the front scrivania, reception clerk. The old lady give both of us a look over and borsa her lips then rolls her eyes.
"ID please," she tells us, "both of you," she looks at me.
"Mine's in the car, I'll be right back," I tell Nick, smiling at the lady.
I come back and the lady is defeated, she really didn't think I had one, but I showed her! She gives my drivers license back with a roll of the eyes and watches me as Nick fills out the paperwork.
"What's the license plate, Grace?" he asks.
My mouth drops and my eyes nearly fall out of my head. I turn around so the lady...
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Will te Read My Script, Please da Cecilia Najar at Story Expo via FilmCourage.com.
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posted by shenelopefan
Lo que nunca podrá ser

"Tu… entiendes mi silencio

Sólo tú… conoces mis secretos

Sólo tú… comprendes cada gesto

Sólo tú…"

Apareces tú, la Oreja de furgone, van Gogh

Me voy a morir. Arrastro mi cuerpo, adormecido por el dolor en los pasillos de este horrible hospital. La sangre brota de mi cuerpo mientras presiono la herida cerca de mi estómago, dándome fuerzas para seguir. Yo sé que no merezco lo que ocurrió, pero también sé que es completamente mi culpa. Dicen que cuando uno está agonizando, ve pasar su vida frente a sus ojos, que los mejores momentos son recordados. Eso me está ocurriendo...
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posted by shenelopefan
Personalidad

"-Yo sé que lo puedo hacer- dijo Tom Downey,

Mientras se servía otra mazorca de maíz del bol

Humeante… -Estoy seguro de que con el tiempo la

Muerte de ella será un misterio, incluso para mí-"

Secret Window, Secret Garden

Stephen King

-Calma, Andy. Eso no ha sido real- me dije a mí mismo, mientras encendía un cigarrillo nerviosamente. –Ha sido un sueño. Sí, sólo una horrible pesadilla.

No podía evitarlo, pero mis manos temblaban. El placer norma del cigarrillo no calmaba mis nervios. No podía haber sido cierto. Era imposible. Yo estaba en mi jardín, sentía como el aire...
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"Good mornin'," Micah detto as he arrived at the park; our usual meeting place. I stopped the swing just in time before I nearly kicked him in the face. We laughed.

"Sorry," I giggled. "Hey." He smiled and took a sede, sedile in the swing successivo to me. My cheeks flushed as I thought over yesterday. I just had to know. "Um, Micah? What'd te want to tell me yesterday? I mean, before I had to leave." He furrowed his eyebrows, then frowned.

"Huh? Oh... It was nothing."

"Ok," I nodded.

We soon Lost track of time, and were almost late for school. Since we couldn't take the long way, we had to take the faster way,...
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I sat in the hospital, my mouth hanging open, unsure how to feel. My aunt and uncle, my abusive aunt and uncle, had been in a car accident due to drunk driving. I wanted to laugh, but i wanted to cry. They may not have been the nicest aunt and uncle, but they were my aunt and uncle and i loved them. Less than five minuti fa I had been told they were dead, and that the government would help find a new home for me until he was 18, when he would inheret his aunt and uncle's millions. My uncle had been an inventor until he retired at 56, having made enough money to be più than happy, but then...
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