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posted by minniemeg
Siblings fight.

Siblings argue.

Siblings hit.

Yet they always forgive.

But..... what if the sibling was cold?

What if the sibling was cruel?

What if the sibling treated tu like scum?

What if the sibling was heartless?

What if the sibling worshiped the ground another walked on, while tormenting you?

What if the sibling constantly mocked your social standing?

What if the sibling called your fears ''dumb and irrational''?

What if the sibling would never help you, even in a dire situation?

What if the sibling wanted to hurt you?

What if the sibling blamed others for their hatred of you?

What if the sibling made tu cry, and then refused to apologize?

What if the sibling hurt tu like a cuchillo in the heart?

What if the sibling made tu nearly burst into sadness every time tu see them?

What if the sibling caused tu to think why bother living?

A sibling like this is not a sibling at all.

It is a monster.

A terrible, ignorant monster.


Note: This is dedicated to my brother. I mean every word Sam, every word.
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http://www.amazon.com/Peter-Carrot-Top-Search-8th-Key/dp/1598249673
Chapter 1
Meet the Carrot-Tops

    A long, long time ago, in the año 1850, there was a man por the name of Sam Carrot-Top. He was a well educated man, slender in build and always wore a dusty old gorra, cap that covered his naranja hair and broken glasses. He was an honest and wealthy man, but tu would never guess that he and his family were well off; he never showed his wealth o bragged about it. He used his money to help the poor and needy.
    His wife, Jane, was oh so beautiful, with lush red hair, a petite figure, and smooth, creamy pale skin. She loved all...
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The ancient white lobo sat, his thick, glossy pelaje, piel covered his whole body, increasing in density around the neck and along the ridges of his back and in between his shoulder blades. His ruffled tail brushed casually against the ledge he placed himself, his head and shoulders slightly hunched as his head was lowered. His eyes blazed like a white hot halo, intense and depthless. His glorious and strong face, devoid of all emotion, stared down at the lifeless body that lay beneath the ledge, just at his feet.
My lover’s body, my husband, my partner in life lay limp and unmoving.
I kneeled before...
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posted by viju
I don’t know, I don’t know, what tu mean
I just know, I just know, tu ditch me
I just know, I just know, tu hurt me
You hurt me!
I don’t want to know what tu think
I just want to know why tu made me think
I just know, I just know, tu hurt me
You hurt me!

Hey you, runaway
I’ll take that way
Don’t tu say
Don’t tu follow me
Now tu just do, what I want……..

I don’t know what tu mean…..
I just know you’re so mean…….
I don’t want to think about it
I just want tu to be never seen
I don’t know what tu mean……..
I just know you’re so mean………
I don’t want to think about...
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posted by Free_Spirit
Me:Okay i wrote this short story after watching the lion king, and if tu think i'm doing some sort of copy righting well... oh crap =). anyway please tell me what tu think..and rate. Pretty pleaes, with cherries on top, smothered in chocolated, coated with sugar, sprinked with M&Ms topped off with whipped cream. Be warned, in my opinion its a sad story okay begin

TO FALL
Kila's POV
I was sure I felt a push but Marissa wouldn't do that. I mean even though our families didn't get along she wouldn't would she? We’re only eight, she wouldn’t murder me.
I screamed as I felt myself sliding...
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As I walked into the giant blob of bubbles, I couldnt help but think there was someone lurking beneath the bubbles. But still I proceeded.... I was actually started to get a little frightened & I wish I didnt have to turn off the stupid Hot tub machin to stop making the bubbles... If I hadnt left the party i thought i would have never had to go through this. The people at the party "had" to go out of control & put 5 gallons of bubbles in the Hot Tub. I thought of going back but there was no point. I was just being silly as usual & bein scared. All the other people from the party...
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posted by summerfrogs_bro
One día I was walking down the calle no one was there. I was scared I just kept walking I looked around the corner I felt a wisp of cold go down my back i looked around again because I knew there was something there I went inicial and went to bed. I woke up the siguiente morning I watched the window all morning I didn't care about school I was a loser anyway and the teachers hated me. I swear there was too many things wrong with me to go to school and my name is Raiden I know its so stupid is means thunder god in Japanese I mean it's so stupid but it was my great great great grandfather named me that...
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posted by Fangirl99
another monday,at waysway high school. Vanessa for hated school for mainly for 1 reason. susan.katie.ashlee.the meanest,popular,and prettiest girls in the school.they always taunt vanessa for being different. people thought ashe was different for her personality,but,that wasnt the only reason.
there was only one girl who didnt care if she was different.kylie.kylie was the smartest gilr in school,thats why she got made fun of. she was a nerd. though she had no braces,gloasses,or anything.in fact,vanessa thought kylie was prettier than susan,ashle,or katie.
People think they know vanessa,but,they dont,not yet. she had a very terrible,scary,and strange experiance.when tu hear it,it may seem like a dream,but,its all true.its not a lie.its not a tall tale.its a true story. 100% true
this the satory of Vanessa Colorado.
My passport seemed to be taking so long to be ready. And Ema’s cousin seemed to be taken por the beauty and charm in Europe. I had a life that didn’t mean anything, sleep, eat, and drink. Not even working. It’s been two weeks since I’m in Robert’s house. Ema visited me whenever she could. I didn’t dare to walk two steps after the front door of the house o the siguiente thing I’d be seeing is me on the ground, my hands behind my head and taken to prison to spend probably the rest of my life in it.
Among everything I didn’t have the slightest feeling of guilt. I thought I was right...
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posted by BellaSwan636
Serena

Kayla was raped in her own house.

What's more, her dad is reported to have committed suicide. Before he even heard that his own daughter needed him.

When I was little, I always had the blind faith in my mom. That she would always know which way to turn on the road. That if we got lost, everything would be fine.

That she would never desert me. Like Kayla's father has.

The girl is slumped against the wall, crying. You'd think that you'd eventually run out of tears, but tu don't. It's just that, after a while, maybe tu just don't have the strength to carry on any more.

tu can dry up the tears tu see, but tu can never dry up the tears your corazón sheds. Because when tu cry, your corazón gives up a little piece of itself that will always grieve. Always. I have every reason to know.

I put my hand on her shoulder, and she doesn't shake it off.
posted by BiteMeCullen107
I could hear the TV on and I could smell the coffee. I wasn’t sure if I was dreaming o if I was just hallucinating over the fact that the man that has been stalking me, for what seems like my whole life, was in my apartment.
    I must be dreaming, my subconscious must have heard the TV on and brought that thought into my dream along with the coffee I made yesterday morning it must still be stuck in the air and did the same to my dream.
    I stretched my muscles, I was really stiff. It must have been because I got a lot of exercise yesterday at the...
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Why Bother To Write If No One Is Ever Going To Read It - Tony DuShane via FilmCourage.com.
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Why The Audience Hates Bad Dialogue - John Vorhaus via FilmCourage.com.
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How To Be A Lazy Writer And Still Get Work Done - Charla Lauriston via FilmCourage.com.
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This Is One Screenwriting Lesson I Learned 20 Years Too Late - Tom O'Brien via FilmCourage.com.
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The Best día Of My Life (1 of Them)

I was at my uncle's house, waiting for my mom to come back. She was picking up my siblings from school. I was 4 yours old at the time. I was in my uncle's bedroom, as usual. And I was talking to him, as usual.

"Will, who's stuffed animales are on the bed?" I asked curiously. Of course that was a stupid question, but remember I was just a little girl. And I wasn't the brightest one eithier. My uncle spun around in his spinning chair and looked at me. "Mine. Why?" he had the nerve to ask. My uncle was the type of man that would give tu the world if he could....
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This is a persuasive essay I had to write for my English class, I publicado a foros asking for opinions on addressing the reader. I know it's a dangerous thing to do, but I thought it would be okay to do here. Opinions are great, I would amor to here anything tu have to say. Also, if I made any mistakes (i.e. spelling, grammar, puncuation) please point them out so I can fix them, thanks:D



Do tu remember that feeling you'd get on the last día of school? Remember how excited you'd be to finally get to do those summer things like ride bikes with your friends, stay up all night planning pranks, and...
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 Multi-Verse Allie
Multi-Verse Allie
Summary: Allie Jonas life is miserable.
She live with only one parent. Her mother is always sick.
Her father is doing who knows what.
What happens when an ángel appears and gives her segundo chance in life.
A chance to have both parents and be happy.
But there's only one little flaw in having the perfect life.
She knows the future. Is it a gift o a curse?
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"Allison Margret, get up. We're going to be late," Renee Jonas dicho from the kitchen.

Fifteen minutos later, a seventeen año old girl walked into the kitchen, wear a short sleeve t-shirt, hoodie, blue jeans,...
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posted by axemnas
Role playing o Rping as most of the community calls it. Almost everyone's done it one way o another whether they realize it o not. Remember those days when you'd pretend tu were a movie character o a prince/princess o a pirate o whatever. tu were role playing in a since. Now days when tu hear the word role playing tu probably think things like War Craft, estrella Craft, Nights and Dragons, Toontown, etc..
Something you've probably never figured however, is rping in relation to writing. Writing, that's all rping basically is. It's just escritura a collaborative story from different points...
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Chapter 1
The miracle
It was over I only wanted my father and I could no longer have him. Yet again he was seduced por some girl. I never got what she met my “she was taking him away from me.” But I knew it met that I was going to be alone. Once again. That is a truth I could not handle I’ve been alone most of my life I didn’t want to be anymore. I just got my father back and no he is leaving me for some broad. I didn’t want to face the facts so I jumped of the roof of my house. The pain was excruciating but only lasted for a second. I sure thought I was dead when I open my eyes and...
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posted by rory2011
chapter (2)

john and carrie went to the museum ,they tried to find anything that give them some information about room 780 but sadly they didn't find much
the keeper saw them ,he know that something bad happened to them
the keeper call them "hey ,you", john and carrie "you meant us "
the keeper "yea ,follow me"
john and carrie followed the keeper they have no idea where they're going
the keeper entered carrie and john to his room
john asked "what tu want from us?"
the keeper "your friend died? "
carrie" how did tu know that?"
the keeper "oh come on this museum is suck no one visiting it ,and you...
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