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posted by rAsberrStrarS
He took my face in his hands, so normally-as if it were a natural instinct to be doing something like this with me.
My breath caught in my throat,as we inclined our heads towards each other in perfect unison.
His lips were warm and soft and sweet,all at the same time,the sensation blinded me.That he was besar me,not other better girls who'd had más experience.My corazón was beating like a birds wings fluttering together in my chest.
Taylor pressed his forehead against mine ans sighed,his breath warmed my face.
We pulled back form each other but still twined our fingers together like we were never letting go.
His face was flushed,his eyes were bright with excitement probaly mirrowing mine.My lips felt swollen,warm,utterly delisously damp.
As we both stared silently into each others eyes, realizing we did'nt need to speak a word for the affection we held for each other.
The spark of a well-known saying rang in my head.
The fragrance of a sweet smile tugged at my smooth slender shaped-face.Making me want to feel me and Taylor united once again.
I was literally falling head over heels for this guy...
THE END.
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99% Of Screenplays Are Rejected After The First Scene por Corey Mandell via FilmCourage.com.
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posted by EmoKidSteven
The noise,
buzzing and buzzing in my ears.
It's just not right,
tu think tu are so bright,
saying tu buzz because tu care.
But it's so unfair.
I don't need your concern,
the best way tu can mostrar tu care,
is to leave me alone.
Why can't tu understand?
Have tu tried to understand?
Do I really expect tu to understand?
This is not a teenage problem,
the excuse tu uses so often,
This is about my freedom.
tu think I don't know anything,
tu think I am naive and innocent.
But things are so different.
tu think because tu are older,
tu know más than we do,
That’s not true.
The world has changed,
We are not the fairy tales that sing,
we are the ones who could take our lives in a blink.
No, tu are lying to yourself,
blocking the truth that would make tu knelt
added by ScreamoGirl
I look out
Into the crowd
Looking for you
Hoping to see you

I search
And search
But can’t find
Your face

In all the crowd
The one person
I wanted to see
I couldn’t see

I was left
With my disappointment
As I begin to think
Of all the times
You’ve broken your word

But then
I should have known
tu never stayed
Unless tu profited

tu never were
A real dad
Never has been
Never will

I look out
In the crowd
Hoping against hope
That tu will be there

But I shouldn't even bother
I'm a nobody
Someone tu never loved
Someone tu don't even know

Maybe someday
I'll learn
That all I get from you
Is broken promises
Half truths
And utter disappointments

So now I say good bye to it all
The hurt and anger
My disappointment
And you
posted by dragonsmemory
"You'll never get the secret from me!" The monsters' eyes gleamed. They wanted me to yell. It was a sign of my weakening resolve. I lowered my voice. "The secret is worthless to tu unless tu know where they are. Without them, you'll be trapped." None of us in the small chamber knew who was bluffing and who wasn't.
"We will get the secrets. Do not worry about that. Your 'friends' helped us más than they could realize," a large black…thing said. Its eyes gleamed yellow. Not yellow like the sun, but yellow like the foulest thing ever seen. Another spoke up.
"What is in this case? tu act like it contains something of value. Is the secret in there?"
"That's for me to know, and tu to spend the rest of your lives guessing. The secret is going back where it belongs. Tonight. Once it's there, it will be forever beyond your reach."


And that is where I stop. If I get at least ten favorable comments, I'll write more. And be honest.
posted by iluvharrysomuch
Dear diary
Today was my first fecha with Oisin. It is kind-of wierd going out with your best friend. So, we went to pardo, dun Drum shopping centre. Then we went to see a movie, and then headed over to hes place. Then Olivia called and asked to go round to talk about girl stuff. I gave Oisin a little kiss good-bye. Olivia was worrying that Sean might be cheating on her. I didn't know what to say.
Lucy xx



Tell me what tu think. Rate, comment, tell me what should happen next. is it bad?!?
posted by Ichigo127
I wrote it once when i was down in the dumps =) escritura helps....so if you're sad, Write....it's an easy way to let it all out =D
so, Here goes:
Facades. That’s something everyone has. Some may appear to be tough and cool, others will be cute and delicate but in reality, they’re all same. Pretending to be someone else, someone they’re not but someone they want to be. They’ll pretend to be living, but inside, they’re dead, full of shattered feelings.
Even the smallest acts in this life forces our facades upon us. Someone higher up will insult us and we’ll appear to be sorry and say...
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posted by kayleebabee
Where did it all go wrong
what made us fall apart
I was so caught up in a dizzy
spin of fantasies
I didn't even notice.

Baby please I'm sorry
I know we had a bad run
but i know we can make
this thing work

There are lines drawn
and Ive crossed them
tu made no attempt to stop me
In fact tu probably welcomed it.

I've crossed the bridge
now i must stand and
watch it burn
theres no going back now.

I've done some real bad things
in my past, some to others
mostly to myself, racked woth guilt
but i must soldier on
Because ...
The bridge is burnt
I stood and watched it burn
No going back, no backing out...
I've crossed the line
Im in too deep
far too deep
in amor with you.
posted by Bella_Swan3
A/N: Okay, so this was an idea that pestered me. Let me know if I should continue.

Taylor paced the length of her quarters. Being unable to sleep was, ironically, a tiresome experience.

She had been a vampire for less than ten years, and remembered nothing of her life as a human. In her mind, it was simply an odd void, like the only way to sense it's presence was from it's very absence.

Tomorrow, the moon would be the smallest crescent, and she would be forced to hunt, along with every other vampire there. To vampires, the moon always looked the same. It was only when humans saw it that way too, would they need to hunt.

Resisting was futile, Taylor knew. She had tried every time and failed. The pain would be worse than she could manage. Than anyone could.

She sank to the floor against the wall, and melted into the shadows.
posted by mrs-mindfreak
Meredith sat up in the middle of the night screaming. Again. She felt tears wet her eyes at another miserable attempt at sleep. She wanted to pull her sore eyes from her sockets. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t stay asleep. She wasn’t going to get any más sleep tonight, and Meredith knew that. She pulled off the sheets and slowly stood up. She wobbled slightly and held her head. These nightmares were going to be the death of her.
    Meredith crept down the hall and into the cocina for a little snack. Maybe some warm leche would put her to sleep. She reached...
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posted by SamsDarkSide
    The blood dripped from my dagger, turning the waxed linoleum floor crimson. The smell of copper and metal made my nose wrinkle, and I desperately wished for a pair of nose plugs. Maybe I would start carrying those around with me.
    I stepped over the twitching body that took up most of the cocina floor and went to the sink, washing off the dagger and my hands. I waited for the water to wash the blood down the drain. I sighed with impatience and displeasure at the thick dexterity of blood. Killing was the fun part, but the blood drove me mad. It...
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posted by QueenVictoria73
I woke up one día from a dream and remembered every segundo of it. In the ten minuets I stayed in cama awake but didn;t get up yet, I thought up a story. I went downstairs and typed this up, not caring about grammar, spelling, o sounding good at all. I stopped halfway through because my burst of creative energy had run out. Please excuse the choppiness and poor style of it, and just pay attention to the plot. Maybe it will inspire tu o give tu ideas for something else.

There is an evil witch that has a gray, mushy body that is very bony and bat-like, she can fly and screech and materialize...
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posted by KatiiCullen94
ok, im sorry, but this isnt what i normally write, i wanted to try something different... im sorry if its lame..



I woke to same sound, as every morning. The cries, of a exhusted child always did. I had thought for a moment we had a routine going on but tu know children, but its jsut doesnt happen. It's if as though they are engineered to keep tu up late, have a colourful shoulders and bags under your eyes, Well my baby did.
I was young, and so was she. We had that in common. Thats all we had, She was the spitting image of him. He makes it hard to amor her sometimes.Which makes me hate him more,...
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