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Ladies and gentlemen, writers of all ages (especially teens/preteens) and species (except mosquitoes), welcome! I'm bored, have a writer's block made of concrete and am feeling particularly resentful towards the curse known as textese/chatspeak. (Seriously, whatever happened to good ol' morse code?) So I decided the best way to give my composição literária a rest is to help out with yours! Aren't I generous? :)

Before I begin, I'd like to point out that I am not an expert por any means. I'm not a composição literária guru or a master advice-giver-person. I am simply a fellow writer who wants to pass on what she's learned;...
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posted by tigerseye43
 the cover for my story
the cover for my story
Jake wandered around the house holding Whitney's gold medalian colar in his hand. The house seemed so empty to him without her. Without her sweet voice ringing through the house, without her laugh or her smile that seemed to brighten even the worst days. He sat down on the sofá and stared at the medalian .
"I screwed everything up..." Jake said to himself. "I'm sorry Whitney....I'm sorry.." Tears started running down his face. Jake set the medalian on the coffee mesa, tabela and stood up. He looked at the ground and spotted the cigarette she had stomped out just before they had to run. He walked...
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posted by JanaceCade
Everyone is good at something. You usually start doing it when your about 5. I just started to want to be a writer. So i'm not so good. If you see my grades i'm bad at composição literária and leitura but i'm good at Science and Math. I don't want to use those when I grow up. I haven't read my favorito book (The Outsiders) for about a mês and i'm already starting to forget things from the book. (because i got it from the library) This morning I realized that I wont ever be a good writer. But I found out that i'm good at one thing. I've been doing it and wishing to use it ever since I was 3. I've wanted...
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posted by hailieywithin
"1 DAY"! Darla screamed starting to sob harder. I felt horrible but I also wished I knew Darlas relationship with Emily. Darla walked into Emilys room. So did I. Emilys face was disfigured. She had tubes everywere. Darla was crying hard "please wake up please wake up please wake up" then we heard a slow moan. Darlas face perked a little. "D-d-d-dar-darla?" Emily slowly said. Darla slowly nodded. "I'm here sis". Any person could know they were sisters. I stood up and exited the room. In the hallway there was a nurse at the door. She had a huge welt on her lower arm and and a bruise on her thigh....
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posted by para-scence
"Shelby, what's happening to you?" Emery questioned me before school. I'd walked past him, and he'd grabbed my arm, demanding to talk to me. I looked up at him through my sunglasses, which I wore almost all the time.

"Nothing," I said quickly. "Let me go."

"You're hanging out with them, aren't you?" he said, getting angry. Angry was kind of frightening to see on him. He was usually such a happy person.

"I don't know what you're talking about." I tugged away from him, but his grip was too tight.

"Carissa. You're hanging out with her, aren't you? And the others. Dammit, Shelby! What'd I tell you...
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posted by mia1emmett
"UGH!" i yelled at the topo, início of my lungs while trying to swat bugs off my arms and legs. My sister Roxy was laughing at me, well shes the one who lived out here, she was born here but she had to mover when she was 5. Roxy is only 5 years older then me, while i am staring highschool shes starting college. the only reson we are moving here is because my mother couldnt stand to be far from Roxy. I hated how Roxy got treated better then me. Mom was calling me to help her mover in the sofá but my brother Ted helped her. Ted like my sister was born here but he adapeted to where ever we went. Ted was...
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posted by inexplicable
A woman was Madeleine Junet thirty end and mother of nine children.
These knew her on everyone she made a very good impression first and one of her children would complain about her, why one would not be able comprehend so.
But even if Madeleine made a good and happy impression, in reality she was rather wrong. If nobody was from her friends, acquaintances or the friends of her children there, then she became an indifferent and cheerless person.
In reality she did not really take care of her children. It concerned her also just as little her children came back from the school at what time or whether...
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posted by hgfan5602
What might be true one day. That is, in a couple of centuries, maybe even in a millennium or more. But one thing is for sure, the joining of the universe will not happen until all mankind is gone. Disappeared. Washed away.

FLASH FORWARD-----------

We are currently working together today. This truly is a miracle. There are absolutely no thieves, murderers, or any wrongdoing going on that I am aware of. Getting a bit boring, if you ask me. There's a reason for that. My name is Jacob Brightton, Jake for short. I am a kid lawyer. Believe it or not, I solve mais cases than the adult lawyers do. (Not...
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Everybody Has 3 Or 4 Rock Bottom Moments In Life - Jen Grisanti via FilmCourage.com.
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15 Comedy Characters Writers Should Know - Steve Kaplan via FilmCourage.com.
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Screenwriters Don't Need An Agent When Starting Out - Scott Kirkpatrick via FilmCourage.com.
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Busting The 'On The Nose Dialogue' Myth - Shannan E. Johnson via FilmCourage.com.
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posted by twilight-rocks9
One dia in my sixth grade ano I met a guy because of my friend Brianna Garcia well two guys really. The names were Jessie and Joe. Jessie was Brianna’s cousin I had to deal with him. Joe he was Brianna’s crush. I don’t know why but I hated Joe when I met him but I faked a smile because Brianna liked him maybe I hated him both because she latterly dragged me there and that didn’t put me in the best mood. But soon after Brianna had to leave. So I just stayed with the other group of people I hung out with and sometimes we literally hung out well up side down anyway. My seventh grade year...
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Why Writers Are Important to the Entertainment Industry por Anne Archer & Gregg Bowman at the USC Scripter Awards via FilmCourage.com.
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posted by boomboombunni
Andrew finally realized that he was in his room. "This must have been Elizabeth's room!" He decided to go to lunch soon after the thought of living in a haunted room really hit him. He went to the little cafe near the entrance. after he had eaten mais than his share of mirtilo turnovers, he went back to his room and fell asleep. Andrew felt something warm beside him. It felt good, whatever it was, so he turned over and put his arm around it. It was definitely a who, because their coração accelerated, and they snuggled up to him. When Andrew woke up, he had his arm around Liz (Elizabeth), and she was... SLEEPING!!!! Andrew shook her awake, and she looked up in surprise. "ANDREW! Where am I??!" Liz practically shrieked in fear. Andrew tried to calm her and said gently, "You were sleeping Liz. Just sleeping." Poor Liz screamed this time, "Andrew, I can't sleep!!!"
posted by RanmaRaj
This is a poem I wrote for my college's magazine
I was inspired por this pic of Inu Yasha



Make A time machine
I wanna go in the past
Wanna meet my own self
And get back what I've lost

Wanna play with that child
Sitting in the park, lonely
Waiting for a friend true
Wanna make him happy

And going back to home
He would sit on Momma's lap
And forget all world's tensions
and have a sweet nap

I wanna capture that moment
That smile on my mother's face
and the feeling of contentment
On my own small face

In his dream I would come
Playing with him, carefree
I wanna be his true friend
Wanna change my story
"Hi Ann.Babe where were you today?I was looking every where for you."
My coração sunk as I tried to think of an excuse but my mind was blank,well not officially blank; there was one word that was screaming in my head-"BABY!"

But I shook off the word somehow from my head and found the right words to say to Emet at the moment.
"Aww your sweet babe and I'm sorry,Lette and I got so caught up in our own plans for tonight that we didn't even want to finish school to today."
I tried my best to not sound like I was lying through my teeth which I was doing but hoping Emet wouldn't realize it.

"Oh ok.That's...
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