composição literária Article: A moment in time(Very short story)

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posted by ZekiYuro

Last summer I went to Los Angeles to stay with my cousin for a few weeks.One afternoon we were having lunch in a nice restaurant in the centre of the town when my cousin got a call on her mobile phone and went outside to talk.While she was speaking to her friend,I suddenly noticed a man in a black hat who was sitting at the seguinte table.It was the actor Johnny Depp!He was alone,and I decided to take my chance.So I got up and went to his table:'Excuse me,could I have my fotografia taken with you?'I asked.He said yes,so I stopped a waitress who was passing por and gave her my camera.She took the fotografia of me and Johnny,I thanked them both,and then I returned to my table.When my cousin came back,I smiled.'Why are you looking so pleased with yourself?'she asked.
'I had my fotografia taken with Johnny Depp.'
'Johnny Depp?Where is he?'
'He's sitting over there.Look!'
She turned around to look and then started to laugh.
'That's not Johnny Depp!'I looked at the man in the black hat-he was laughing too.

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Science project!

posted by precious211

“Before we leave I must warn you. We are now entering alien territory, so be careful and considerate to you’re new surroundings. One stupid mistake can get you, and everyone around you killed.”

The safety instructor’s voice boomed across the large, air conditioned spaceship. It sounded oddly cheerful for someone who had just told them that they could all die.
Everyone tried to see where her line of vision was pointing towards. It was aimed toward the windows.
Kendra glanced through them and, and gulped. They were about four thousand feet above sea level, and the o espaço craft had just...

How to Avoid composição literária a Sentence Fragment

posted by IloveMyLord

Using correct grammar and sentence structure is vital if you want to convey your thoughts accurately. You also want your composição literária to hold the reader's attention. Nothing is mais annoying than leitura a manuscript littered with grammatical errors. The error of composição literária sentence fragments is a common error. Sentence fragments are incomplete sentences that don't express a complete thought.

tips:
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Have a subject for every verb. The subject is the actor in the sentence. The verb is the action taken in a sentence.

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Make sure all of your dependent clauses have a completing thought. An independent...

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Perfect (part 1)

posted by cutiegirl01

(Please tell me your opinion on my story and be truthful please!)

    “Erik get down here now!” My father yelled.
    “I’m coming, I’m coming!” I hurried down the stairs. I learned in the last 17 years I’ve been alive, that if my dad calls me I need to be down fast…or else…
    I got down the stairs, and went into the living room where he always sat on his days off. “Yes, dad? What can I get you?”
    My mother smiled up at me from her book, “You are such a good son, Erik-“
    My...

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A Blood's Tale: Part 3

posted by DarkGirl23

Five years later, sixteen, and the experience of it still torments me.

I suffer sleepless nights in the dark, waking up from the strangest nightmares known to man.
The site of the body still clings to me like the stench of misery. It makes me wonder, all through this time, what actually keeps the average human going?

All we are is dead in the end anyways.
I mean, It’s not exactly like people get the opportunity to really DO something with their lives anymore. Like, for example, something heroic: slaying a dragon, assassinating the one who desires to kill and rule with tyranny, or maybe be the...

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Boom Boom Clap

posted by NormalcyIsDead

Boom boom clap
Bounce your head, snap
To the classic, to the rap

Step ball change
Basic with a buck
Pleay, tour jete
Bounce your head to the rock

One two three,
Two two three,
Count along with your head
Mosh with the beat

Hop shuffle hop back
Twirl your arms, bend your back
Do the thingamajiggie
Wear out your taps

Breathe it in, breathe it out
Reach for the sky, dance on the ground
Flitter here, gallop there
Lose yourself anywhere

Flow with the music
Feel it in your veins
As you bounce your head, snap
Boom boom clap

Forbidden amor (Epilogue)

posted by DxCFan123

Third Person POV
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Sadao walked up to God and asked him if he was eligible to be in Heaven. God just simply nodded his head. Sadao walked through the large golden gates and found himself walking through his town he lived in when he was alive. He found his way to his house, and swung open the door. Everything was how it was before. He started crying, remembering the memories he had with Kat here. He heard crying coming from his room, so he opened the door and saw a blonde girl curled up in the corner of his room, sobbing.

"K-K-Kat?" he managed to stutter out. The blonde looked...

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Forbidden amor (CHAP. 7)

posted by DxCFan123

MONTH 12, DECEMBER 28, THE dia SADAO IS TO DIE
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I ran away before Sadao woke up, taking my scythe with me. I was to be away from him all day, anyways. I walked around the town, looking for something to do until 1:10.

I really don't understand why I had to spy on him, he dies either way.

I just jumped around from rooftop to rooftop, watching aleatório people on the street. I ended up doing this until noon, which is when I decided to follow Sadao. He did things that a regular person would do, went to the bank, bought some groceries, went out to eat, etcetera, etcetera, etcetera....

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Prologue to possible Soul Series

posted by dragonwriter

As light fades the brightest of souls can even be turned to do the darkest of things. As time time pushes progressivo, para a frente the mind and body of an individual changes for either good or bad. the decisions they make and the things they do will stick with them forever. I was told this many years atrás por a wise old man that fortold my future. He said "the one with the dragon soul is not alone in the world he knows." After being told this it left me nothing but confused but i had a feeling that it wouldn't be the last time i heard of it.

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God's lost Child 2

posted by StarsGoBlue

God's lost Child
Chapter 2: An Indefinite Prisoner Of War

"Unbelievable! Un-fucking-believable."
A nerdy blonde cussed as he stormed through the upper deck of Sovereign, his hands raised above his head in protest.
"Oh, let's put Baird in charge of the rookie! Since he's busy anyway. Let's just give him mais shit to do, that's easier on us!"
He continued to fume violently as Nicole followed a seguro distance behind. The rest of Delta Squad had dispersed to their cabins to change into their night attire. Baird had been chosen to school the rookie, thanks to his big mouth. After a bit of sighing...

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The Writer's Block: Starting a Story and Character Develpment

posted by dragonsmemory

In this series of guides, I'll be showing you the best techniques for composição literária your story. These are tried-and-true techniques, and they work.
First up: characters. Every story has characters. We all know that. But what you may not realize is that some portions of a character need not be mentioned. Why spend three pages on your character's dimples if they have nothing to do with the plot? In order to keep your readers hooked, you have to yourself to things that are involved with the plot.
Before you decide on a plot, you should get to know each of your characters. After all, you're telling...

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The Stuffed Animal

posted by PhoenixRoyale

This is another poem that I have written. It was inspired por some comments about stuffed animals/plushies on youtube being people's friends. Enjoy.
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The Stuffed Animal.
To some, they are stupid.
They are useless.
They are disgusting little balls of fluff.

Those people think that it's necessary
to pick on the innocence of others
for having a collection of their own.
They poke fun, they tease, they even insult.

They target that person's age.
Sometimes even their gender.
They think they need to grow up.
They think these fluffy plushies are meant for babies.

But to those innocent people,
the ones who are quite...

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La última tentación de Poe

posted by shenelopefan

Dañada

Estoy quebrada. Lo que soy es lo que necesitas. Mi corazón se rompió mucho tiempo atrás, pero no me importó. En ti deposité toda mi esperanza. En ti proyecté, todo lo que odiaba de mí misma y traté de curarte.

Estoy dañada. ¿Qué no lo ves? A tu sola disposición estoy ¿No es así? ¿No ha sido siempre así?

Pero tú también estás dañado. Quizás más que yo. Yo quiero arreglarte, cuidarte, hacerte ver lo importante que eres y lo valioso que tú no ves en ti mismo. Quiero que veas lo mismo que yo veo en ti. Quiero que sepas lo importante que eres para mí.

Soy un desastre....

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La parte prohibida del bosque

posted by shenelopefan

La parte prohibida del parque

"La depresión es la que guía, la alegría es la que llega"

En la ciudad dónde yo vivía de niña, había un parque en dónde siempre pasaba las tardes con mis amigos. Éramos un grupito de niñas y niños que nos juntábamos a jugar en ronda, cantábamos canciones que no tenían sentido (casi nuestro propio idioma, de hecho) y recorríamos todo el parque jugando a las escondidillas.

Bueno, no todo el parque porque había una a la que los adultos no les gustaba que vayamos. Era un sector tan lleno de árboles que, desde afuera parecía una selva en medio de un parque...

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ELF; Part 3

posted by alejpatv

The light of the fogo faded as I got further into the forest. I jumped over roots and ducked under branches that threatened to whip my face. I ran as hard as I could. To escape, I had to keep my sister seguro and fulfill the wish of the village chief. My tears already used and dried, but the pain in my coração still wouldn’t leave. An emptiness had taken hold where my safety and secure feelings had once been.
On the edges of my vision, I saw a flash. I skidded to a stop and looked to where I thought I had seen it. There was a clearing where the full...

Writermind: A Glimpse of My composição literária Technique

posted by dragonsmemory

The room is silent, as always. Nothing can be heard, aside from the soft rasp of pencil on paper. Words take form, joining various thoughts into one whole. On the outside, nothing is different from the average writer. To find what sets me apart, we must look deeper than the surface.
Inside my mind, imagens and ideas race about, sometimes colliding, sometimes not. This whirlwind is composed of everything I know, read, seen, heard, or thought of. It is here that my greatest works begin to form.
To show how thw whiirlwind works, let us have an example. During practice for spring track, I noticed...

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Cursed angel

posted by Lord_Anubis

If you mates like it, comment, I'll make mais if anyone notices it =3

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''Oi, you guys! What are you doin'?!'' screamed a brown haired boy from the street.
''Mind your own business and go back under your momma's skirt, or you'll get some too!'' replied the tallest boy on playground, probably the leader of the rest 4 boys.
5 of them were teasing one small boy, taking away from him candies and ruining his game on playground. The brown haired boy frowned with his black eyes and started walking towards them.
''You scum really have guts! 5 tall cachorros on 1 small...

About the Eden Chronicles

posted by dragonsmemory

The Eden Chronicles is the fantasia series I am currently working on. As the series is in progress, I decided to add a club here, allowing you, Reader, to tell me your thoughts.
In composição literária the series, I decided to document the entire history of Eden. I called this place Eden because it is where the spirits of dead animais and plants are taken. No humanspirit has ever been pure enough to come here. Eden is a true paradise.
The first book, A Little Bit mais Than Love, takes place toward the end of Eden's history. Later in the series, I hope to explain the past. Once I get caught up, I will then...

Pobabs or Story of Proud People (chapter 1)

posted by anbonie

If we go threw our universe, we come on end of it. Our eyes see it like shadow, it’s cold and slimy, but if we are enough careful, we will see…
…we will se nothing. Our eyes aren’t made to see this material; like mice can not see glass, we can’t see this material called Transparent Dust or Samíbi like human–shape being call it.
They are almost like people. Difference is just in hair and body language. It’s maybe impossible how any person can have different body language than you, but these beings called Pobabs have. When they are happy they lie down on belly, close their eyes and...

The Stolen ~ Chapter 3

posted by Kimi4312

Chapter 3: Here It Goes Again.
Roxana woke up one night to hear a loud howl outside her window, she slided herself out of cama with her covers wrapped around her, she walked toward the window and saw a somewhat a large white lobo outside, watching her then it turned its head to hear other lobos howling, the white lobo runs off to follow the howl, Roxana felt like she knew that lobo for a long time, Roxana walked back to her cama and lies down, but she couldn't sleep, she kept tossing and turning but she couldn't sleep, she sat up, grab her wallet and pull out a fotografia of a beautiful, pale-skinned,...

The Stolen ~ Chapter 1

posted by Kimi4312

Chapter 1: Don't Change Me.
A young and beautiful succubus named Roxana opened her green eyes as she sees the sun flooded her dark room with lights from her windows, she sat up in her twin bed, the mattress was tan and her covers were chocolate brown color, she pulled herself out of the cama and throws on her black tank top, then she slipped on her jeans on her long and beautiful legs, Roxana then walked in her bathroom and brushed her long red hair slowly as she stares at herself in the mirrior, she put her brush on the sink and walked outside, as she walks, she turns around as she feels like...