Sometimes It Takes 16 Years For A Movie To Get Made por Todd Berger

Cameron faced me. "Huh?"

"I said", my eyes focused on Mercury. "Could tu give us some privacy?"

"I could, but I don't want to."

I scowled.

"It's fine Mercury, I'll see tu later." Cameron kissed her on the cheek.

The sight stung the back of my eyeballs.

She smiled at him, glared at me, and left.

Cameron faced me again. "Now what did tu want?"

"I want to know why the hell you're tongue was in that..bitch's mouth", I yelled. I had never used profanity before, but it felt good.

"Because she's my girlfriend."

"No, I'm your girlfriend!"

"Correction, tu were my girlfriend."

" 'Were'? What do tu mean 'were'?...

The Tower of Londres is notorious for it's ghost stories. Its where I live. I get to go to the White Tower whenever I want. I get to hang round the St. Peter ad Vincula chapel. And sometimes, I can get friends in for free. But this, this is my story. My name is Tallulah, Tara to my friends, family, and you. And this is my tale of terror in the Tower.

I had gotten back from Tudor History with my tutor. I was pretty exhausted, as I had been on a walking tour and class. And I had been called in to help a guided tour, that's the kind of thing we get when we live here. It's only a few of us, but we...

This might only work if you're familiar with the tale of Jason, the Ancient Greek hero, but who gives a crap? Haha, anyways, I was going to enter a escritura competition because I figured that it would be a good way to, well, I don't know. BUt Greece was my inspiration coz that's where I'ma going and I was looking at this Greek website that my friend Hanniekins sent me the link to and I was lectura about the heroes and stuff and I wrote, well, this.... So yeah... xD
JASON

Jason sprinted faster, pushing his muscles to the as he pumped his arms and legs. Behind him, the sounds of his pursuer...

"...So there's no way you're taking Cosette inicial if she doesn't want to!" Echo shouted across the kitchen. She's been ranting for about ten minutos straight. It even frightened me. Asteria seemed surprised, but calm. That scared me too. Was she so certain I was coming inicial no matter what? Echo paused for a couple moments, trying to regain her breath. She looked at me. "You... aren't leaving, are you?" I looked at Asteria, and sighed.

"No," I dicho firmly. Asteria's eyes saddened a little bit.

"Please?" she whispered. My corazón ached at her sadness. I was stuck between her, and my life here. But...

"All I need is your support",she said.My stomach went into knots.Reluctantly I took her hand.Boney fingers stabbed into mine.The room began to spin and purple fog rolled into the room through the floor boards.Then,it was done.Let me start from the beginning.I'm Caroline LeBeau.My father used to own half of New Orleans.That is,before his "tragic" death.Before he took his last breath he dicho to me and my twin sister,Madeline,"My millions will be divided between tu two."It has been four years since then and me and Madeline have went our seperate ways.Here's our story.
"Come on,hon,you can't stay...

The siguiente day, I had no choice but to go to school. My friends looked at me with concerned looks, but I tried to ignore that. We all stood around in front of the school, waiting to be let in before the first bell.

"How tu doing?" Chasity asked. I shrugged.

"Did tu hear?" Axel said, his eyes wide with interest.

"Hear what," Liberty said.

"The kids they took in weren't the real shooters. They had their alibis. And no one ever really saw the shooters; they were disguised o something. So that means---"

"The real shooters are still here," cuervo finished. Everyone shifted uncomfortably.

"Well why...

“Oni! Did tu already pack some shampoo, conditioner and all of that crap? tu know that hotel hygiene products suck!” shouted June through my bathroom door.

“June chill, Let me finish taking my waz.” I rolled my eyes. No use she couldn’t see it.

I walked out of the bathroom sat on the edge of my cama looked up at June and dicho “Don’t tu ever go home? I bet that Andrew misses tu dearly.” I smiled at her. Now it was her turn to roll her eyes.

June sat siguiente to me. She put her head into her hands. I wasn't expecting that, I pat her back.

"June what's wrong?" I asked concerned while...

Prologue
The Life of Amelia Grace



Mia Grace’s alarm clock rang shrilly in her ear that morning. Groaning, she rolled over, pounded the snooze button down and buried her face in the covers. She was barely able to get another few extra minutos of sleep before somebody ripped the covers off of her and a cheerful voice rang out, “Come on, Mia, you’re never going to get into eleventh grade por sleeping all day!”
“That’d be an easy way to do it,” mumbled Mia, rubbing her eyes and stretching. When she opened her eyes a black haired man was looming over her, a stupid grin on his face.
“Geez,...

I got to the motel around ten that night. I paid forty dollars for two nights. I figured I could find an apartment por then. At least I hoped I could.
    I now sat on the side of a bank over looking a river. Lucy sat beside of me, getting all the latest drama from my life. She was almost like my therapist. I knew I was supposed to be hers, but it wasn‘t the best arrangement.
    “Love sucks, Lucy,” I dicho while rubbing my eyes. I had just told her about what happened between Alexander and me.
    “I used to think that, too....

I awoke around ten that morning. I looked beside of me Alexander sat looking at me. A hint of a smile was on his face.
    “Good morning,” he said, handing me a cup of coffee.
    “Thanks,” I dicho taking a sip. It was just the way I like it, black.
    “You may want to get dressed,” Alexander said, eyeing my stomach. I pulled up the sheet.
    “Why? Clothes are so restricting,” I said. There was no point in getting dressed. I needed to avoid Grey as long as possible. She would be pissed.
    “I...

I stroll down Western Avenue with a blue coin bolso, monedero in my fragile hands. People in every direction as far as the eye can see. Neighbors being neighborly, store keepers selling and people riding the subway to work. Today happens to be a Saturday morning. And as usual, I awaken in the morning at six o'clock and dress. Every Saturday morning is the same old thing. I turn to the corner seeing the store I've been looking for. Roosevelt Island Shop. Yes. Indeed I live on the island of Roosevelt Island. It's very exhilirating to walk in the streets of our state of New York. As I enter the small shop,...

    Grey pulled away from the house. I sat inside on the couch. Our house had deep brown walls, and light brown hard-wood floors. There were knick-knacks everywhere. Pictures of Grey’s family hung on the walls. None of mine, though, I prefer to keep mine in my suitcase.
    It may seem odd, but I keep all my belongings in my suitcase. I’m afraid if I unpack something bad will happen.
    The brown sofá I sat on, and musty smell of the house grew old on me. I walked outside to the front porch. It was one of the nice, white, wrap-around...

George Clark looked at his newborn son Lucas. Devestated at the death of his wife, he wonders why she couldn't stop her alcoholic addiction, especially for her own child. After they found out she was pregnant, George encouraged her to go to theorpy, have interventions, o anything to stop her addiction. Nothing would help. Even knowning that she had a son on the way, she still drank. George refused to raise Luke all por himself. He felt like he wouldn't be a good enough single father to raise him. He tried for a month, but took Luke to an orphanage, hoping that his son would be adopted and have...

Early in the afternoon. All of my sisters and her friends are so excited about this trip to an actual wild forested area in Africa. I'm kinda on the fence about it, and I'm trying to start my own pool to see if my sister and her friends will spaz out before they set foot on real jungle grass. He he. It's going to be so hilarious watching these spoiled rich brats take a look at a place without electricity, room-service, houses, pluming, and money usage. It's a high-heel free zone, and they're still wearing those screaming sequined death traps that their so-called "natural born perfected" feet...

The two figures walked silently in unity, their feet trudging through the high snow. Both their faces were wet with tears, and the girl clutched a bundle of bright red roses. They stopped immediately in front of a strong iron gate beside a small cozy church, adorned with brilliant navidad lights, and inside voices sang in chorus to familiar navidad songs.
They both stared beyond, unsure of whether to go in o not. The red-headed boy made his decision first and leaned on the gate, crying into his hands. The girl seemed unable to look at him, and her gaze was locked por a white marble tombstone...

    I woke up to a gloomy day. The reaping. I sigh, and get out of bed. I get dressed in a blue dress. I look into the mirror. My mom comes into the room, and braids my black hair. Everyday, she tells me I oso, oso de a strong resemblance to my father, but she never tells me who he is. "You look remarkable!" she says. She sighs. "Isabella Everdeen... I hope that name isn't pulled"
    "That game is foolishness! There are countless names in Panem. There are 24 tributes. Two of them from District 12. We havn't won in 36 years. 15 of them, I've been alive. 3 of...

Hi! Im Amy Faery (Pronounced like Fairy)! tu may seem I'm a normal girl, but I'm not. A few months before I was born my mom had visited a voodo witch, she had put a spell on my mother that the siguiente baby she would have would be cursed forever to be a helper god. Who was that baby? Me, of course. A helper god is a person with superpowers that is a god but may never visit the god world. A few days after I was born the evil witch had stolen my mother and killed her. I have no dad to take care of me.

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I got ready for school. I had used my powers to...

I can't write this anymore.

I feel like its a copy of avatar the last airbender. And the companions quartet. I never intended on making it like that. But whenever I imagine my characters using their powers I see them bending. I know tu are all going to get. mad. Really mad. Really really mad. Really really really really mad. But my stories need más *sparkle*. A better writer with better talent. I think it needs más thought. I think I should create something that is REALLY from my imagination. Thats why, no matter what tu all are going to say....

I'm stopping Girl who cried wolf.

I know your...

"He was soooo cute!" I told my firends. sad thing is, I can't even remember what he looks like. But something feels special about him. Something makes me feel like I shouldn't care....

I would never of thought I'd be waiting por the phone. Most of the time i just think "Well if a guy doesn't want this, he can't have it." But something is amking me feel like I want him más than anyone else. Something is drawing me towards him. something makes me feel like if anyone's corazón will be broken it'll be mine. And I just met him! Wait....I don't even know his name!


While Luna was worried about that....

Chapter 3

    In front of me was a world like no other. Danny called it BOES but it was nowhere near being a building. There were trees everywhere. In the distance were a couple mountains. There were so many plants, trees, flowers, lakes, ponds, and hills that it could almost be described as a fairy world. I almost thought it was a fairy world from seeing a bunch of pretty sirenas in the ponds, gigantic fuego breathing dragones in the sky, naiads, centaurs, and many más mythological animales that I can’t name. There were even real animals, like elephants and cats, cheetahs,...