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Why Writers Struggle To Find Their Process - Brendan Walsh via FilmCourage.com.
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July 6th, 2012, Yankee Stadium, a ball was pitched and struck, sent 102 miles per ora out of field and into the stands. With a speed like that, a typical baseball fan would’ve believed that superiore, in alto pro-catchers like Ivan Rodriguez would’ve caught that ball too easily. But no, it wasn’t Rodriguez o any professional catcher at all. It was a little girl.
8-year-old Momolola Hortwumu of Albany, New York, was cheering on the Yankees in the crowds with her father, Timothy, and older brother, Connilki, enjoying the game and rosa cotton caramelle when-unexpectedly- a fast ball was coming her way. Instinctively,...
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posted by icuSTALKER
My mother always told me I had golden locks that shone brighter than the sun. She detto I was destined for unimaginable things.
I told her I didn't believe it.
Bobby told me I was beautiful and could outdo Katy Perry anyday.
I told him to go take a hike.
Kelly told me I was the most innocent, sweetest thing in the world.
I told her I threw my brother's boxers out the window yesterday.
I didn't believe a word of anything they said. People say stuff they don't mean, and when you're gullible enough to believe it, they drop you, dusting their hands off with ease, and te land in a faceplant and orso a...
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I stood on the edge of the field, my sword raised to shield my eyes from the falling sun. "I'ts beautiful," I thought, staring out at the curve of the hills and the waving of the erba and trees, the grays and browns of winter, with the slightest hint of spring green.
I notice a movement off to my left and my sword drops to my side. It is the superiore, in alto of a carrello coming into view as it crested the hill. I sigh and walk back to the woods, knowing what would come next. The driver rings a signal campana, bell viciously, clearly wanting me to stop. "Leave me alone." I mumble, I knew I should have stayed in the...
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posted by Skitty_Love
"Hello, master!" I greet with a positive smile and a bow. Yes. I hate to admit it but... I work at a maid cafe'! .... My name is Naomi Hanaguri. I am sixteen. My mom is really poor since shes on unemployment at the moment, so I decided to work at a Maid Cafe' to pay the bills. But it isn't any ol' cafe' , its a Gothic Lolita one. Yep, thats right. I am a lolita. Hey! Don't laugh!

I walk back towards the cucina with the new order of fresh squeezed limone tè and a scone. My laced fingerless gloves clutch the mini clipboard. My puffy black and white corset gonna sway as I walk. "Order!" I announce...
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posted by moodystuff449
Why do we have something as stupid and pointless as war. Of all the things to create. A mother tells a child to stop fighting, yet calls a killer a hero. "Defend Our Country" yeah right. Defending means holding back someone who is trying to hurt you. It does not mean that if someone doesn't do what te tell them, te go into a country and kill their people. And if te have a quarrl with someone, why don't te settle it yourself instead of killing a bunch of innocent soliders who think they're doing what's right. Are we so primitive that we resolve to such matters? Have they ever thought of...
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Inspired da Le Petit Prince (The Little Prince)

There once was a young boy and a beautiful rose. The boy was kind and humble, and could only say "Yes". The rose was proud and haughty, and always detto "No."

When the boy had first laid eyes on the rose, he had been entranced da her beauty. He had felt a tug, a tingling in his heart, that he realized was love. And so the boy devoted his life to the rose.

When it rained in the boy's village, he built a shelter for the rose. When there was a drought, he climbed a mountain and fetched buckets of clear spring water for her. When it thundered, he covered...
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posted by starwarsfangirl
This is just a little beginning part of a story I've been working on for at least a month.
I can't remember when I started working on this.
I'm going to try to write the rest of this and get it published someday.
This would be chapter one.
Please review.
Feedback 'feeds the writer'.
This would take place in a capitol village of a country named Merdonpoli.
It's a fantasy place where there are magical creatures, kings, queens, etc.
Enjoy.

Drew wasn’t a complainer. He prided himself on accepting whatever he could, and living on. But even so, this was a very small meal. Drew sighed as he emptied...
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posted by shomill
She crawls into a memory.
She sits, she cries, knees folded up to her chest.
Life is not like it used to be.

Why can't she enjoy life like she did before?
Because she had no life then, no identity.
She was what others told her to be.
She has learned.
She is gaining an identity.
She doesn't know who she is.
She only recently discovered that she didn't know,
That she had no life, no identity.

It's looking for her,
Coming slowly, across the sea.
She fears it will not find her.
It will wander in the darkness,
Searching, but never finding,
Never knowing how close it has come.
And she will never know it, even though she sees it, touches it, tastes it,
She will never be able to embrace it.

She keeps searching for she,
For her place to be,
To belong in this world, and to stand out.

I keep searching for me,
For my destiny,
For my identity.
posted by hgfan5602
I Amore writing.
Not because of Fanpop
Not because I am bored
But because of a different reason.
A reason te might think is strange.

Scrivere
Is my own personal universe
Where I can be creative
Where I can forget all my troubles
And leave Earth behind.

Usually
I use Scrivere to express my emotions
To share what I feel
And why I feel that way.

I can fly away from my friends
On Earth
And explore new universes
Meet new friends
Discover new things

That is why I Amore writing.
posted by Theatre_Freak
I lived my years trying again and again trying to find love. During the anno I lived in a small remote town where magical creatures live but unfortunately we had to take orders from the mortals. I lived with the daughter of death named Diana, she actually finds it amusing because she is nothing like her father. Every anno when I become human I have to borrow clothes her because as a spirit te don't wear clothes. Diana was only allowed to wear dark clothes even though she hates the color black probably because her mother's a fairy.
The school I would go to this anno was called Jackson High...
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The Big Problem With Save The Cat Is That It Doesn't Apply To Every Genre - Daniel Calvisi via FilmCourage.com.
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This Is The Best Genre And It's Not Even Close - Sheila Houlahan via FilmCourage.com.
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Beginners Guide To Scrivere A Great Ending - Shannan E. Johnson via FilmCourage.com.
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posted by cullens-rule
the crystal night
Chapter 2 the sightings

I woke early the successivo morning feeling surprisingly refreshed, I had slept like a rock, every thing was fine, I got up and went to the bathroom I brushed my teeth and washed my face, I got back to my room and glared at the window, the sun was glowing through the curtains, I sighed frustrated, we have had a long sunny summer this anno which is bad news for me I burn very easily so I have to be extra careful to stay out of the sun when possible.
I got dressed, brushed my heir and sat and scowled at the sun shining through the window, at half past eight I...
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TOADSTEP PVO
Toadstep leapt in his sleep, dreaming about Dovewing and Ivypool...
He ducked behind a cespuglio, bush and stared out and Bumblestripe and Dovewing purring together and jumoing around, playfully.
Toastep watched in complete awe, wondering why he was spyinngg on Dovewing he whipped around and thrashed a paw at the waiting Ivypool.
He wanted to be the Dovewing and Ivypool the Bumblestripe...
He had to imagine Ivypool as dovewing. He leapt at the imaginary Dovewing and wrestled around with her. Ivypool yowled with somewhat surprise and Toadstep woke up from dovewing's spirit and looked at Ivypool.
"What is it?" He asked dreamily. Still thinking she was Dovewing.
"Toadstep? Are te okay? I didn't think te were in Amore with me so much." Ivypool meowed, suprised.
"Er... I'm sorry for scaring you- I just thought te were Dovewing. She is tough that's all." Toadstep purred, playfully.
"Toadstep! No!"