escritura Club
registrarse
Fanpop
New Post
Explore Fanpop
Charactors:

Hayley Williams
Taylor York
Zac Farro
Jeremy Davis
Josh Farro
Lacey Mosely
Lady GaGa
Kanye West
Soulja Boy
Joe Jonas
Zac Efron
Erin
Dallas Winston(Dally)
Ponyboy Curtis
Alice Cullen
Mandy
--------------------------------------------------


Lady GaGa: Why don't we go out tonight?

Kanye: Can't concierto tonight.

Lady GaGa: Hayley?

Hayley: Ummmm depends.

Zac: Cum awn GaGa I'll go wit cha.



This is all I'm posting. I want to see if I get any responses first. : )
posted by A_Sirens_Call
A sirens call

CHAPTER ONE::: Shyness

It is the first día back, I really did not think of anything interesting happening, it was all new and strange after the holidays nothing would surprise me. Our little group of six did not have any specific relations towards outsiders we tried to keep contact with the human race to a minimum considering we are no longer human. After that experiment from the mad scientist - Doctor John Hallwain – trying to clone us making marginal errors then tried a different experiment but that is all I know and that was gathered por Annabelle who could read minds and was...
continue reading...
posted by Cuddles
A/N: My first poem I post here...I hope it is any good.

***********************************************

Memories

Far distant seem to be
the things I now call memory.
The good and bad, the right and wrong
share a thing, cause they are gone.

Long forgotten feelings rise
each of them in their disguise.
They are not dead, so it only seems
waiting patiently to haunt me in my dreams.

Will it ever cease to be?
Even if it's called memory
Does that mean I always have to remember
to give up, to hide from them, to surrender?

Whenever I fight them I will lose.
I have nothing between I could choose.
No matter...
continue reading...
Me: okay i actually found this story in my local newspaer from 20 years back. And i'll put a symbol for town names. I don't want rapists o pheaodifiles coming to my town... okay lets begin. And i shall have to give some background history. Well at there was a renovation going on at $ which was between # and &, for an old mental asylum to be converted into a power house musuem. Anyway so this story takes place then. I think i'm not sure of dates.
$ was a small town, very small as in like only three -5 thousande people


okay so in Australia out in the country there was a young couple travelling...
continue reading...
posted by Codby
This is what comes out me in class. When I should pay attention. ;)
Also some funny pictures.

He was crying. The tears weren’t coming fast, they were slow. So slow as a turtle.
They had only this time because when he steps out of this room he will be different, letting no más tears fall. He looked her straight in the eyes. He was still crying but now there was fuego and ice in his eyes.

Fire so warm it could freeze every living thing.
Ice so cold that it could burn the whole world.

---------------------------

Watch me. tu will be surprised. I’m stronger and faster in many ways. And tu haven’t...
continue reading...
posted by liviabutterfly
Chapter [#2]

Narrators POV

An old man in a capa walked into the neighborhood in which Olivia lived. Everyone stared at him as he walked around.

Olivia's POV

I smiled brightly as I dived into the ocean, "wait up!!!" Oliver laughed as my five brothers ran after me with surfboards, buggy boards, buckets for picking up sea shells, and dad brought out our special maid sandcastle buckets. They were big and made the best structures ever!!! Plus our family is known for our sand castles/structures. I smiled and dived down, feeling the salty cold water against my skin, it's the best feeling ever. When...
continue reading...
    I walked for so long, looking for something, not knowing what that someone thing actually was. The sky bleeding with an naranja 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 naranja from the ending of summer. It was like walking in those stories tu always hear about. Just then, a soft rustle in the bushes interrupted my thoughts. Not knowing...
continue reading...
posted by BennieBear27
Chapter One

My alarm went off at 7:00 on the morning February 8th, 2017. I reluctantly sat up on the edge of my cama and yawned.

"Morning." I heard a voice say. My eyes were still closed.

"Luna?" I mumble. "That you?"

"Yep." I open my eyes to see Luna Middleton standing three feet diagonal from me.

I shared a room with her, her twin sister Kyla, and my brother Jacob. That's how everyone does here. tu live with your twin and your SIDA partner.

"So, sleepy head." she smirked. "You gonna get up o what? If not, I'll eat your breakfast for you."

I don't reply and shake my head.

"Oh, come on!" Luna...
continue reading...
Write hard and clear about what hurts.
-Ernest Hemingway

There is nothing to writing. All tu do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.
-Ernest Hemingway

Everybody walks past a thousand story ideas every day. The good writers are the ones who see five o six of them. Most people don’t see any.
-Orson Scott Card

For me, escritura is exploration; and most of the time, I’m surprised where the journey takes me.
-Jack Dann

The hardest thing about escritura is writing.
-Nora Ephron

If a writer falls in amor with you, tu can never die.
-Mik Everett

Don’t try to figure out what other people want to hear from...
continue reading...
Prologue
The wind was howling like lobos in the night, and Will sat shivering in his post. The torreta on which he sat overlooked a tall rock ledge that sloped into the ocean.
“Why do I get this bloody post.” he dicho to himself. The air was so cold up there that it sank right into your bones. Even though Will had dressed as warmly as he could with a thick woolen cloak, he could still feel the icy fingers creeping up his back. The fuego in the brazier barely helped either.
“Nothing as always.” he dicho as he looked out to the edge of the sea. He had taken to talking to himself when he...
continue reading...
I went back into the steamy kitchen. Chefs everywhere making different kinds of hamburgers. What am I doing in the hot kitchen? I'm grabbing plates of food. I'm a waitress at Reynolds Diner, a retro 50's diner. It's very popular, and always is busy. . . Like right now! It was hard getting this job, seeing as tu have to be people friendly, make sure not to spill the food, and having a good memory.
"Excuse me miss, can I have a refill of Coke?" A lady asked me. I nodded my head, and smiled at her.
It was nice working here, seeing as I get paid a nice amount of money, and see a celebrity o a few....
continue reading...
1 being the best 10 the worst
These libros are great for summer lectura I can honestly say that anyone that reads them will want to read them again.

10. Deacula por Bram Stoker
9. The Hobbit por Tolken
8. I'm the king of the castillo por Susan Hill
7. 1984 por George Orwell
6. The secret diary of Adrian topo por Sue Townsend
5. Pride and prejudice por Jane Austine
4. Jane Eyre por charlotte Bronte
3. Lord of the Flies por William Golding
2. The curious incident of the dog in the nighttime por Mark Haddon
1 Rebecca por Daphne du Maurier
posted by ejenk1025
Chapter 2

I pull into the driveway of the cafe. I look into my rear view mirror. I look good. (Laugh) I get out of the car then fix my clothes. I'm ready. Just be yourself. Ok. I'm walking in. Don't fall. Don't fall .. He sees me. Just walk up to him.

"Hey."
"Hey. Glad tu could make it." dicho Lucas
"I'm glad tu could make it, too."
"Well. I work here so..." dicho Lucas
"You work here? Cool."
"Yeah. This is actually my mom's cafe. Let me introduce you." dicho Lucas
"Oh goody." I dicho nervously

Good impression. Good impression. Good impression.

"Mom, this is Brooke. Brooke, my mom." dicho Lucas
"Pleasure...
continue reading...
posted by ZekiYuro
Whatever comida you're looking for-an all-you-can-eat breakfast,a quick lunch,a romantic dinner-you'll find it in San Francisco.The city is inicial to over 4500 restaurants and eating places.And they're not only for tourists.On average,San Franciscans eat out 267 times a year.

You can eat comida from anywhere in the world,from afgano to Argentinian,and from Vietnamese to vegetarian.With Mexican fast food,Italian bakeries,hundreds of Thai,Chinese,Vietnamese,and Korean restaurants,and in-and-out Japanese noodle shops,it's possible to eat your way round the world during a single San Francisco weekend....
continue reading...
posted by alicia386
Chapter Five

Mason met Olivia at his favorito! restaurant. It was a perfect día for a cena date. The sun was shinny, the clouds were extra white, and the césped, hierba seemed greener then ever. If only she knew that this was a cena date. He signed the last autograph for today as Olivia sat across from him at their round table. Her hair was curly and in a ponytail. Then she wore a red dress with a thick, black cinturón, correa in the middle. His segundo impression of her was still the same, gorgeous. This fecha was going pretty well but Cassidy dresses better. Mainly because Cassidy is rich but he didn't want to...
continue reading...
posted by alicia386
Chapter Four

Olivia was extra busy today. Today was the first día of the movie shoot for Hourglass. Before they could even start recording the movie, the would have to check up on everything. The wardrobe had to perfect. The scenes had to be accurately planned out. Then they had to make sure that all of the camera crew was positioned. Olivia wouldn't be able to receive the permits until tomorrow. So they couldn't start filming until then. She followed closely behind Mason as he did the daily check up.

Mason went straight towards wardrobe and the outfit choices. The outfit for Charlotte's arrival...
continue reading...
Remembering is just an invention of the mind,
So tu need not try to remember something,
tu remember it automatically.
Which is the best thing that tu could have.

The good times that we had...
It is placed in a portion of your mind.
The bad times that we had...
It is placed in the other part of your mind.

tu try to forget all of the bad things that happened,
But it is not possible.
It is stuck in you.
The bad things are painted in ink on your heart.

The good things, tu try to remember.
And they stay.
They never go.
Never leave you.

Remembering is just an invention of the mind.
And, well...I guess I'm happy for that.
So I can remember every friend I've had,
Every boyfriend,
And all the good times.
Every memory will never leave my heart.
They will never be forsaken.
Never.
posted by Problematic129
*Poem I wrote for a class project on the holocaust.
DON'T COPY*
Different in ways they couldn't control
Killed for reasons we do not know
Ranging from ages young to old
The innocent people were taken from homes
Soulless people did not care
That the Jewish were in despair
Concentration camps ending their screams
Breaking apart their families
Not once did they do anything wrong
They opened their mouths and sang a sad song
Years went por and más pain came
Until on one very special day
As one we all saved
The survivors of the Holocaust
posted by hatjune
It is 120 years into the future and the Rights Organization is stronger than ever. They are killing más people than ever and there are only three people that can save the World and they are children. Jordan is a thirteen año old witch and is the daughter of the Greek god sun, Apollo. Mark, a fourteen año old wizard who is the son of Demeter. And last but not least Ivy is a thirteen año old daughter of Ares and a great witch. These three children are the worlds only hope. Read Half and Half, The Begining of the End.
Stan, the young donkey, was wandering sadly around the barn. He seemed hopeless and wounded and had no desire to speak to any of his fellow donkeys; even talking to his father was not appealing to him that exact moment. In fact, he was feeling ashamed of having a donkey father. He was ashamed of being a donkey altogether.
As the moon and stars scattered across the dark, blue sky, Stan decided he no longer to wander. He needed some solution, he needed reassurance, and only his grandfather seemed appropriate for that particular job.
Grandpa Roger was sleeping peacefully in the barn. He had become...
continue reading...