escritura Article: Me & escritura

posted by Brittany6655

I really amor to write.I've done it ever since I was only 4.
My mother used to write things like stories o poems and letters.My mom inspired me to write things now.
escritura is really fun to do and I amor it alot!Sometimes I write things like my mom did.

Whenever I feel mad I usually write things in the Write correo electrónico on the computer and write things that have been on my mind for a couple of days,then I erase them because I always feel better after I do that and I usually feel much calmer and I get it out of my system.

Since I really amor escritura so much I was thinking that maybe I could become an autor when I grow up. :)
I wouldn't just write poesía o stories,I would also like to write artículos for other people to read (just like I'm escritura one right now).But of course I would write it on a piece of paper.I would also like to write new libros for kids.

Again I really amor to write and it's sort of special to me in my life.

Americsson1776 Just do it, don't let your dreams be dreams! No, seriously, it takes drive to become an author, a certain kind of drive that we all have in us, we just don't all know how to tap into it. Once you know what you want to do with your life, go forward and don't doubt yourself.

CRUSNIC03 Just keep writing...... Writing is something that gives us not only pleasure but also changes our thinkings and makes us more hungry for knowledge. By writing, we can give people hope and also inspire them. We can also change other people's outlooks by it. Don't stop writing, it will help you a lot! :)

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posted by para-scence

They dicho I was just an unfortunate child, born to the wrong people. I'd never seen light until I was eight years old. My parents were criminals (I hadn't known this before of course). They'd hurt a lot of people. They were captured eventually, but then they had managed to escape the prison they were in. Then I was born. My parents were afraid they were caught, so they stayed in an apartment for eight years. No light, and almost no human contact. My dad was the only one that ever left the apartment, to get necessary things like food, clothes, and what not.

I never went to school. Mom taught...

tu remind me of him. he reminds me of you.

posted by fly210

"Good por danny," I dicho besar him on the cheek one last time."we may not see each other again but I will remember you." for the past week danny and i have been dating on a crusie. (sorry spelling? my mind is not working today.)We both knew the día would come when we would not be able to see each other. Now it had come. I hugged him and walked down the gang plank.

4 months later

I went to the camp I had worked at for two years now. It was all so familar when I bummed into my best friend Max. He reminded me off Danny. But when ever I saw danny he reminded me of him. Was it max who I really liked and not danny? There's only one way to find out "max?" I dicho to him "What?" he said. "Da ya think we could..... like go to a movie o somthing?" "sure!" he said. And we had a great time.

Justice in the Bite

posted by lauren777222

"Crap,this is Crap!"I knew this voice from anywhere.I spun around quicky on my heels.The face was one of my three best friends,Benjamin.As I saw his face,it colided with memorey of the past.His mid-height,muscular body,pale shoulder-length brown hair,light-hearted vibe,and celestial sky grey eyes.I knew this was a dream.Mostly because he was here and I was talking to him.Mostly because he was sent to jail a año ago.He was there because he was accussed of being a sexual predator.My other two best friends,Marîe and Chase,didn't think Ben would do that.I too,thought this.Marîe and Ben had a...

Bang Bang - He'll shoot me down [[Introduction]]

posted by HattersMadGirl

Title inspiration: Bang Bang por Nancy Sinatra

This fanfiction is a crossover between the Joker from the Dark Knight and Sweeney Todd. It has its own strand, and it is possible that there appear some new characters, o not.
Batman is not supposed to, but maybe I will change my mind about that later.

The setting is England, London, in the 19th century - the Victorian Era.

But the most important part: this text is originally in german. I translated some of it into English, but most of it I didn't, so I fear tu have to use google for this.
If tu request my translation, though, I might do it.

Sidenote:...

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más Than This Ch. 2

posted by para-scence

I folded my arms, trying not to look at him. Blake was one of the biggest jerks I've ever seen. He's broken so many girls' hearts; he had no regard for their feelings o anything. Now he was dating Heidi, a girl I also didn't care for. He looked at me with an expression of... fear? o was it hate? Who knows.

"Uh.." he dicho stupidly. "What's your name?"

"Irina," I mumbled.

"I'm Blake," he said. I nodded, not really giving a fuck. "...Do tu want to get to work?" I shrugged.

"What're we doing?" I asked quietly. He explained that we were to interview each other; find out about each other's lives,...

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Nothing más Ch. 15

posted by para-scence

The siguiente day, everyone was surprised when Andrew stopped by. Reed looked at him; distrust in his eyes. Andrew stood there awkwardly, his hands behind his back and staring at the ground.

"No offense, but..." Nikolai began.

"Why're tu here?" Reed finished.

"Uh, I wanted to invite tu guys to dinner. I thought it was the least my family and I could do," Andrew replied. Everyone was silent. I had to be the one to answer.

"Sure. Thanks," I said. He smiled. Reed looked at me like I was crazy. I ignored him.

"Great," Andrew beamed.

He left a little while later, after meaningless conversation; mostly...

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Nothing más Ch. 4

posted by para-scence

"Murder?! What the --- Why did--- Who'd he...?" I stuttered. Carmine and Nikolai waited patiently for me to somewhat calm down.

"Dalton's dead," Carmine dicho grimly. Oh no. Dalton. He had a bunch of people that stand behind him no matter what. This was going to bring hell down on us. How could Reed be so stupid?!

"What the fuck was he thinking?!" I shouted. Neither of them dicho anything. "Andrew and his friends are going to kill us! I'm not going to be able to leave the house without getting jumped!"

"Harley, would tu stop thinking about yourself for once?!" Nikolai shouted at me. clamped my...

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Save Me Ch. 10

posted by para-scence

"It won't be so bad," Micah said. He held my hand in both of his, as we sat on the porch swing.

"I know..." I dicho sadly. But it will be. The foster family that was taking me in lived a half hora away from here. I'd be going to a new school, have a new house, need to make new friends, and even live with new people. There's something not everyone gets to say. And I wouldn't be able to visit Micah.

"Alessandra!" called Mrs. Peters, my new foster-Mom, called. Her and her husband had finished putting my bags in the car, something they insisted on doing themselves so I could say goodbye to Micah....

Darkness Within Me-Chapter 1

posted by sawfan13

I woke up alone and cold on a meadow. It was completely dark and silent. My corazón was racing with fear, cold sweat going down my face, tears rolling down my face, my breathing getting heavier and heavier. My voice felt dry and swelled with fear and sadness so when I screamed,"Karrie!" the cold night air replaced my cry for help. I lifted my shaking body from the ground, as I had to force my feet to walk. I felt even más frightened when I stood. The cold calm wind, the awkwardness and loneliness, the fearfulness of nothing. I slowly walked in the dark cold meadow, hoping to find some signs...

Psychoanalysis: Chapter 19

posted by Insight357

The museum visit had turned out to be fun. I learned Xander and Lucy were extremely educated about art, possibly más than I was.
    Before we left the museum, Alexander had spotted an ad for a local artistry competition. The winner would get a contract with the museum, and the opportunity to have artwork in museums all over the world. We thought it would be a good thing for Lucy.
    At first, she protested, but Xander gave her a pep talk. Lucy dicho she would consider entering. I think she was worried about criticism.
    After the...

The Immortal

posted by xXxEmoRAwRxXx

Yeah I know it sucks I was bored when I wrote this....so yeah. [Chapter 1]
She stares at the rain in silence. Grieve over took her. She sat there still looking at the body lying cold, pale, still, and dead on the floor. She just stared not sharing a tear and droped the knife, she then looks at the lighting that was flowing in the sky. She then spares a tear, she sits still siguiente to the body crying for her lover. What had she done? He didn't deserve the pain she gave him. She gets up and comes back with another knife, a bottle of scottch, and a...

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Chapters 9 and 10 of my book-Flame Boy-

posted by coolie

Chapter 9

Patrick
Jason walked into the room that he heard the sound from. There, was a human boy wearing glasses, and cupped to the wall. He looked slightly older than Jason.

“Who are you?” asked Jason.

“I’m Patrick,” the boy said, straining his throat.

“How did tu get here?” Asked Jason.

Still struggling, Patrick said,” I was in a play, in my school, Santa Clara High, and I had a flame on my two legs, cause that was part of my character. Then I walked to the school across the calle to pick up my younger brother. Before I could get my brother, I randomly walked into this room with...

Psychoanalysis: Chapter 15

posted by Insight357

“I can’t get tu out of my head either,” I said. Voices broke loose in my head, and I fought to push them all back.
    “What are we going to do then?” he asked unaware of the chaos in my mind.
    “What do tu mean?” I asked confused.
    “We both have feelings for each other. We can’t just ignore it,” Alexander said.
    “I know,” I wanted to ignore it no matter what he said. That would be rude though.
    “We should take time together to explore...

Unforgivable Ch. 12

posted by para-scence

A few weeks passed. Shiloh generously got me an apartment, despite my protests. It was a cozy place, much better than any motel could compare to. Shiloh insisted on paying for it; he got a summer job as a carpenter for the summer. Even though it was probably impossible, I still wanted to pay for the apartment, but how could I get a job when I had Chance to look after? Sicily could only babysit so much.

One day, I thought of something that probably had to get done sooner o later. I asked Sicily to watch Chance. She agreed; she loves being with him. I got in my car (which Shiloh had driven home...

Psychoanalysis: Chapter 14

posted by Insight357

    “Damien, that was years ago,” dicho Alexander as his cheeks turned a light pink.
    “I know, and I don’t understand why the memory is resurfacing now,” I dicho shaking my head slightly.
    “Do tu think it’s because you’re with Grey más often?” Alexander asked. I’d rarely seen Grey while at the asylum. The only people I would talk to was Deborah, Dr. Anozi, Alexander, and a few college professors.
    “I don’t know, maybe, but it’s scaring me,” I said. “I spent all last night at...

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The Marred Reflection ~ poem

posted by nomblahnom

As I stare listlessly into the mirror, the fuzzy image that gazes back at me is someone I barely recognize. But I do. They say prison causes profound changes in a man, and the most extraordinary stem from the most incredible circumstances. That man in the mirror has undergone an unimaginable plethora of alterations because he is the absolute worst thing one can be in prison: an innocent man.

I detect the bitterness in his hazel eyes, the constant worry that wrinkles his forehead, the anxiety that sets his jaw like cement and the frustration that has lightened his hair from brown to salty beige....

Psychoanalysis: Chapter 10

posted by Insight357

por the time, I reached Social Services noon had come. I walked inside the one-story, brick building. I looked around the large, blue-walled room the door had revealed. I didn’t see Lucy.
    A curvy, dark-toned woman come up to me. She had curly black hair, and brown eyes.
    “You must be, Damien,” dicho the woman. I nodded.
    “And tu are?” I knew she was a social worker, but that’s all.
    “I’m Stacey, Stacey Sterns,” she said.
    “You’re Lucy’s worker, right?”
    “Yes,...

Faith: The Girl Near The Pond at Midnight *story version* Ch2

posted by sawfan13

When they got there, the house still looked old, but not a Fall of the House of usher Gothic, Amytiville Horror old. It looked like it was from the 20's but it looked restored. Lilian looked at Mimi and said,"Yeah, I paid some people last mes if they could restore the house. I showed them a picture of what the house looked like in color and they fixed it up good as new." Mimi looked at in amazement and said,"It looks untouched and new, yet it still has that old timey atmosphere to it." Lilian smiled and said,"Yeah. Very pretty. But it does however have cable and electricity. I thought since...

Hells Outlaw -- Chapter 17

posted by HouseMindFreak

Chapter 17

“Who killed them?!” Koda growled.
Iah was trying to keep Koda calm; from his few encounters with this one he knew anger was Koda’s worst enemy.
“I am not sure…” he replied softly.
“How can tu not know!?” he screamed, charging after Iah. He dug his fingers into Iah’s chest as they turned to claws, slamming him to the ground, his dark red eyes bored into Iah’s sending dark chills through his mind. “You know everything else but tu don’t know who killed them?”
Iah cringed in pain, trying to speak.
“I do not know but…I have a feeling who may have done…it”...

Unforgivable Ch. 8

posted by para-scence

His hair was a medium brown. He was so tiny too. Even now, I could see my features in him... and Ty's. I stood there motionless, looking at the little thing in the suitcase crying and throwing his arms and legs in every direction.. Lucy had dicho once tu saw that little baby, you'd instantly fall in amor with it. It must not work on all people. I felt nothing for this thing.

I picked it up, re-wrapping the sweater around him. His body was warm; I could nearly feel it through the sweater. I closed the car door and locked it, and went for a walk. The baby continued to cry in my arms, and that...