escritura Article: Dark Hold: The Story Of Vampire Curse In A New Tale! Chapter One

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Dark Hold: The Story Of Vampire Curse In A New Tale! Chapter One

posted by amethyst44

"You know... I'm not...the one tu love...so...that's why...it's time for me... to leave......" -Zelos

"You know... I'm not...the one you love...so...that's why...it's time for me... to leave......" -Zelos

There have been so many things that have happened to me in the past, present, and future, that I have had a hard time remembering them all. For a vampire, that would seem unbearably stupid; I mean, we live forever, so our brains should be más adept at handling the hardcore memories. At times I actually thought I remembered my childhood, o even WWI if I took a deep thought into it. But no, the only thing that came into my mind as clearly as the darkness that surrounds me now is this:
Chloe's eyes.
Chloe Cassalani, the one person I knew from the start upon meeting, was a threat to me. The instant she saw me in that clearing, drinking from a dead human's body, I knew there was no way to let her go. So, instead of doing what my screaming instincts told me what to do, (KILL HER, KILL HER!!!) I ended up following her, wanting to know más about her. Of course I knew what was happening at the school; my three best friends were in charge of it all. But I had no clue that dork-face Mallovick had anything to do with it. Out of fear, I hid myself in her room. That's how I found out the truth. Her blood was so lucious to my throat, so light and free, that I had no choice but to put warning on her; just like I had done many years ago, which worked in fact. I made sure that the emblem, that cursed emblem, was bolted deep inside that smashed piece of wood of the cabin. I wanted her to listen to the legend that followed it, leave this place, leave me. Maybe, after some time, she would realize that she needed to become a proper vampire, not be in that wretched school and being consumed like those other kids with the lies and hate that was clouding their oxygen at this very moment. I didn't want her to become like me.
But just like Chloe would be, she really did follow upon the legend, and stuck too it. por the time I wanted to tell her to stop, she already met that fiend Joshua, and he told her all about me. That was a threat upon not just me, but Marcus, Dimitri, and Adrian.
But of course, what I'm telling tu is only a summary of what I've been through. The chaotic wars that follow is something not even vampires, werewolves, o even daemons want to go through. Because the time of war is now.
Humans, watch your back.

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January 31 día Challenge

posted by WritingBookWorm

So, one of my New’s Years Resolutions this año it to write more. So, I decided to make this:

The goal is to write something every day.

Starting on the 31st of January, every día there is a vague word, idea, object, question, statement o anything. tu can take it anyway tu want.

Then each día tu should write what it tells tu too o something inspired por it. Whether it be a poem, a small scene, a character description, journal entry, short story o even just one really well crafted sentence.

Even if the prompt confuses you, o tu have no ideas just write something! It’s a great exercise...

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Ideas on Rewriting/Parodying Famous Stories

posted by glelsey

This guide was inspired por a pregunta recently publicado por link on this spot. The user was looking for ways to put a twist on fairytales. I began to write an answer, but my answer soon developed into an article. So here it is.

Note that these aren't specifically for fairytales; they can be used on any old, well-known stories. After listing some ideas on how tu can put a twist on such stories, I'll give a few examples of cine that have done used one o más of these ideas.

1. Swap the genders of the traditional characters.
Do any of the characters behave especially "typical" for their gender?...

Diana's wrath chapter 1

posted by floraisbest1

Ms. Farogonda asked for the winx to come down to her office. when the winx reached ms. farogonda's office she told them that diana wants to speak wth one of you. she didnt tell me who but she told me to pick two extras. ms. farogonda can i go, bloom asked her. flora will be going along with musa and aisha ms farogonda told them. hmph bloom pouted, can we at least go with them bloom dicho quikly. fine all of tu girls can go and im bringing the specialist. ok stella dicho in a sing song voice. lets go dicho the winx. they met the RF boys outside and went in the owl. winx: WINX BELIEVIX
AT THE amazonas, amazon
flora: let's get going
aisha: see ya winx
bloom: meet back here in an hora k
ok bloom musa said
( diana appears in front of them)
GUARDS take them away
what??!
(to be continued)

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Short horror story

posted by LunaNotLoony

Anna flicked the T.V from channel to channel, bored: there was nothing worth watching. Sighing, she left the news on and flopped back on the sofa, not really intending to listen.
'The war in Iraq-.'
'Oh no, tu don't,' Anna muttered, grabbing the remote. Her Dad had joined the army after her Mum had died of an overdose. Anna didn't really blame him, she'd have got out of the house as fast as possible too if she was an adult. The whole house was contaminated with the memories of Mum, of her laugh, of her accident... suicide... whatever it was. Even so, Anna missed Dad like it was painful. She'd...

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Talking to the Moon (Fanfic)

posted by Ichigo127

An Amuto one-shot
hope tu enjoy!
‘You know, Amu…,’ he was sitting there again, on the ledge of the window, staring wistfully outside. ‘All of them think you’re gone. But I know better. tu are alive, I know it. Somewhere out there, you’re thinking about me too, aren’t you?’
He was talking again, talking to the moon. ‘You’ll never admit it but tu have already fallen for me,’ he smirked at the moon. No, not the moon. It was Amu’s blushing face that he saw and it was her voice that he heard, ‘Shut up!’ he didn’t know it was the echo of his memories because he thought...

The Guardian of Zamari chapter 1

posted by ITF

A shadowy figure silently brushed the silken curtains aside as she slipped through the open window and stepped into the dark chamber. Passing a small mesa, tabla and a bed, the zorro, fox quickly headed towards a cabinet that stood against the far wall.
Beaded necklaces hung above a oval mirror that was set in the center. Her eyes rested on a miniature strongbox half hidden behind the mirror.
Paying no heed to the deafening clatter coming from the oblivious guest downstairs, she skillfully picked the tiny lock and raised the lid. It was hard to tell what was what in the darkness, so she emptied it into...

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Tears (my Poem)

posted by Ichigo127

Yo! this is the first poem i wrote with a sane mind xD do tell me if tu like it =)

Tears,
a combination of helplessness and anger,
a combination of joy and gratitude.
what different meanings it holds!
sometimes of love,
sometimes of hate.
with what different feelings we cry!
but those tears are the same.
they dwell inside the eye,
ready to attack,
the peace of our heart.
to flood the face,
with undoubted amor and care,
with undoubted anger and hate,
with undoubted pain and despair.
pain? yes, and despair too!
the breakdown of our heart,
the dawn of the truth,
leading to flood the face,
with our sentiments undoubted.

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How to pretend that tu are a writer.

posted by australia-101

Act like you're not
okay when tu are and
that tu are when you're
not. Run barefoot in
the snow. Stand out
in the rain for an hour
and think about anything
and everything tu can.

Fall in amor with
riddles and things that
aren't real and the
way some stars
shine. Cry when
you realize that life is
just one big sham and write
one hundred cliché poems
about it, and then write one
that tu actually mean.

Use profanity. Be the
one fucking introvert
in a room full of
extroverts and scream
shit just for the fun of
it. golondrina every goddamn
metaphor tu ever dreamed
of and write them down
with your own blood.

Eulogize...

"The Guide" What do tu thing of the beginning of the book?

posted by kid_symmetry

Hi Everyone!
I've been working on a book for a while now. Im not gona post all of it at the same time, but I Will post the Prologue. Please tell me what tu think! I invite constructive criticism to make it better! THX!

Prologue
“Tanya! I don’t understand what’s so different about this kid! He’s done nothing to make me see him as special!” Tanya glowered at her obnoxious boyfriend. “Don’t tu see?” She dicho icily, “He isn’t like us!” Virgil and Tanya looked at there new child. He wiggled around in his cuna and giggled happily. The child crabbed...

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Was It All Worth It? (a poem)

posted by Rae-Ash

What do tu want from me?
A tortured body?
A broken soul?

What do tu expect to happen?
As tu kick me down
As tu rip me apart

Tell Me!!!!!!!!!!

What do tu want to happen?
As I close my eyes
And take my last breath

I dicho I would stay
Till I took my last moment
But now I'm leaving
A victim no more

I lived with your love
The amor tu showed with your fist
I died because of that love
Your amor was only Hate

Now someone else will take my place
Will live with your kind of love
Now someone else will receive your lies
Will know your treachery

What did I expect?
That you'd change?
That you'd learn to love?

What did I ever...

Daydreamer: Sapphire's Story: Chapter 1

posted by EmilyMJFan910

One afternoon, Sapphire sat in her room, on her bed, quietly soñar despierto with her headphones in. Her eyes were glazed over, and she was in her own magical world.
Sapphire entered the sparkling cave in the middle of the forest. Her blue dress was tattered, and her misty rosado, rosa fairy wings were damp from the moist, warm air. But she was feeling fine.
Sapphire took a few steps into the sparkling cave. It was made entirely of ice and crystal. Trickling water could be heard as miniature streams fell continuously from the ceiling. Icy stalagmites stood firmly in the cold crystal floor. Icicles hung from...

My talk with the moon

posted by Attirox2

The air was still as if it were holding its breathe waiting for me as I approached the ledge. I could feel myself pushing back tears as I clutched the fragile locket in my hands; I traced its dainty designs with my finger. "So mom and dad are getting the divorce after all. I guess tu were right E. I don't know why I ever doubted tu about that one I mean it was obvious! I guess I tried to block it out like what happened......" I muttered looking up at the milky white moon. It seemed to look down at me with sympathetic beams of light. My hands gripped the marble ledge tighter. "Eliza it's been...

A Memory of naranja (a poem)

posted by Rae-Ash

It’s the color of you
tu always wore it
It’s the color we shared
As we hid from them

With it we showed our true selves,
Though no one cared
Our naranja book bags
Were our shields from some of the pain

We protected each other
But it wasn’t enough
We were like two naranja crayons
When everyone else was green

Then tu left me alone,
All I had was our color orange
As they hit me
I took peace in knowing
tu were in the naranja field in the sky
tu always dicho was there.

The naranja of the sun set
Is your smile
Even though tu left too soon

Orange…

Now it’s my color
My way of remembering you
Now I am the lone naranja in the rainbow
Without tu here

I protect my own
Though I wish tu were here

Now naranja is my color
A color for your bravery
A color for my survival

naranja will forever be our color
Even though death took tu away

Forever naranja for you,
Sweet Cassidy.

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My Bullied Life: Max Lee Moore's About Me

posted by iHelloUniverse

Hello to the cold world, I was named Max Lee Moore por the parents who absolutely despise me. I am sixteen years old at the moment, will be turning seventeen on June 27th. But who gives a crud? tu know what I receive for my birthday every year? For how old I am, like sixteen. I get sixteen whips from a belt. My dad doesn't live with me anymore to whip me, so there's my mother. She gets a kick out of every whip. It seems to make her ecstatic. Each whip equals to one of her evil laughs. She whips me any chance she wants to. It pains me so much that I'm surprised I haven't committed suicide yet....

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Is Teachnology taking over our lives?

posted by nimone

I don't know about other people, but I've began to notice that we are relying on teachnology way too much!

Yes this pregunta has been suggested to most of us before (most commonly por our parents). But this time it's different. It is normal for parents to think that teenagers are obsessed with our I-pods, i-phones, laptops o other. This is normal because our parents didn't have things like this when they were younger.

Most adults where I live including my parents didn't have the internet growing up. They all had to either go to the librery for information o have a collection of encyclopidias...

Forever in my corazón

posted by teamsalvatore98

Characters (just so nobody gets confused):
Keigo Shokuo- main character (Name meaning: roughly Prince's bodyguard)
Mikoto Kyuuketsuki- vampire prince/ eventually becomes Keigo's best friend and lover (NM: roughly prince vampire)
Blood Brothers/BB- this name is misleading because of the "blood" part, but they're actually a group of highly trained assassins who are hired to kill Mikoto. They'll come up in conversations.
Geretsu Kyuuketsuki- Mikoto's grandmother; retired vampire queen (NM: Mean Vampire)
Riaru Kyuuketsuki- Mikoto's real mother [deceased] (NM: Real Vampire)
Katanashi Kyuuketsuki- Mikoto's...

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"I amor tu But Can I Forgive You"

posted by Blue_Eyez_Chica

Hi my name is Blossom Utanium,Im 16 years old,i have an hourglass figure now and my body is fully developed but más then most girls my age.

Im leaving Citiesville today and going back to townsville. Except,im going to wear a disguise,I wear a black curly haired wig and purple contacts.

I bought a house down the calle from my sister. Im moving my stuff in today.

I ride my rosado, rosa convertible to townsville and park it in my new driveway and begin to unpack my stuff.

(Bricks Pov)
I watch a rosado, rosa convertible go through the neighborhood,with butch,buttercup,and bubbles. We all calmed down after we hit...

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If I never saw tu

posted by minniemeg

Authors note: Hi, this is my first time publishing something that wasn't fan fiction but its what I've been passionate about forever. So please forgive the inconsistent rhyming.

If I never saw tu again.

How happy my life would be!

I'd be jumping up and down the walls so full of glee!

No más nagging!

No más griping!

No más constant whining!

No más rants about how dreadful your life is!

I could be free from the locks that is your torn up mind, no longer a prisoner in my own home.

Aw the very thought of never hearing your voice again fills me with so much joy!

No más yelling!

No más shrieking!

No more...

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Two Dogs' Hope: Chapter 3: Summer

posted by EmilyMJFan910

The fiction story I wrote EXCLUSIVELY for Fanpop. Read chapters 1 and 2 first. Thanks.

The girl living just around the corner.
Her name was Summer. She was eight years old and lived on a farm with her parents and often visited the animales on the farm. She had blond hair and blue eyes; she was very beautiful as well. She was a softhearted, adventurous girl who always found a way to brighten things.
That día Summer rode her bike down the path. She planned to ride to the pond and back, but once she got to the pond, she couldn't help but notice the two small perros laying in a heap por the pond. She...

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Welcome to my world series: Janet's diary entry one

posted by nimone

Dear diary.
Wow what a cheesy start to a diary entry! I don't understand how a diary is supposed to work, there doesn't seem to be much point. I guess it is best to begin as to why I have to write here anyway.

I have been having many so called, misunderstandings at school. And after a lot of parent teacher meetings they have decided to send me to a counsellor.
There I met this man named Dr Fey (weird name I know).

He dicho that I needed to find a way of expressing my feelings. That is where this diary comes in. He explained that in-order to get rid of my socialophobia (afraid of social confrontation)...