Midpoint Reversal In Screenplay por Chapman Professor Paul Joseph Gulino

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Calling All Writers! *WRITING CONTEST*

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Calling all writers!
Are you an artist with your words? Do you like to write? I know I do. "So You Think You Can Write" is a contest for people who would answer the same as me.

Basic Rules & Guidelines
1. Your entry MUST be enviado to this spot as an article. If it is entered in any other section it will NOT be accepted.

2. Your entry MUST be original/written por you. If anybody helped you, please credit them.

3. Your entry must be properly key-worded and titled.
a. A proper title: "[username here]'s SYTYCW Entry - [season and year] - [category/type of literature]"
ex. If I entered a poem,...

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The madness of Alice

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Today's your last dia - Poem

posted by emmett

If someone told you...
Life's like a rollercoaster,
Don't waste the ride.
Live it up all the way,
because today's your last day
What would you do?

Would you cry a little, scream a little, think it's all pretend.
Or go into silence until the very end...
Would you amor the ones you hate the most or be the person you hide?
Would you pretend that you're ok but really scream inside?

Would you try and keep the sun from setting as your last dia ends?
Knowing you'll never see it rise...
Tomorrow I'll be somewhere else you say as you close your eyes.

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Sleep Deprivation Exercise

posted by Cinders

Exercise: Sleep Deprivation: 4:00AM Tuesday October 7, 2008*

The black spiders of mania are crawling over my brain, searching for a plump place to sink their pincers into. It’s been four days. I haven’t left the house for anything, not even a tuna sandwich. The o espaço in my cama is empty, indented, as if something used to rest there, but I’m beginning to forget mais and mais what that may have been. Maybe it was a coffin, its contents shaken, risen, defeated, dazed, meandering around with its arms stretched out and a dull expression on its face as it mutters something indecipherable that...

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The voices

posted by t_direction

So, this is a kind of short story that I wrote one evening when I was just bored out of my mind. Please tell your opinion, feel free to criticize, it is much appreciated =)
Thanks ^_^

The voices buzzed inside my head, making me feel dizzy. I couldn't help but hold onto the cama post for support. In a state of exhaustion, I collapsed on the cama with a sigh. The voices never let me sleep. They were like many people were talking all at once, screaming all at once.

Madness, rage, worry, sadness were the emotions that those voices gave off. I couldn't understand a word of what the people were saying,...

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composição literária

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who am I?

posted by madening_mahem

who am I ?
what can I do?
I'm self-centered, self-induldged, self-absorbed, hateful, short-tepered, implusive, in a complete state of denial, confused and lonely, yet I don't try to think.
a creature of the night
a princess of darkness
I long for light
colors
but all is midnight
and my only companions are the moon and the darkness
thought it comforts me when no one can
I wish to be out of darkness for once
to be clear, understood, unquestioned, and loved.
but who am I to ask for this?
who am I to want this?
is that what makes me human?
why?
all I want to know is why?

Change

posted by Fyrwenn

Change

The way I feel has changed
When we met I was a fool, thought
You weren’t gonna treat me like a tool
I tell myself that I care ‘bout you
But deep inside I know we’re through.

Change is never easy
But what am I supposed to do?
I can’t sit around, cry and wait for you,

I guess we were too naive
Believing it would work
Why didn’t I see,
that you were such a jerk?

Change is never easy
But what am I supposed to do?
I can’t sit around, cry and wait for you

In the future we might get another chance
Maybe, it was just a short romance
Then what I’m feeling is really wrong
I felt I had to write this...

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A short moment

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Step, creak, step, creak! the floor boards speak to me as I slowly tremble on its hard, splintery wood. Each step feels so daring. I feel danger crawling up my dangling spine. Thump, thump, my coração tries to refuse to my wishes of moving forward. Nothing has happened so far.
I carefully make my way towards the forbidden wooden chair. Creeeeeeek! goes the assento as I lower my self to its level and sit on it. SHHHHHHHH!
“What was that?” I whisper to my self with my eyes wide open. I slowly start to climb the fence to view the streets of emptiness and quietness. My coração starts to beat even louder. Thump, thump. I slowly turn my anxious head to look. But it was only a car passing por my house.

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The Room. A short story.

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I felt the tape on my mouth and the long rope that was binding me to the chair. The Room was so black, I couldn't see. I recalled how I had got there. The new family seguinte door invited me to their housewarming party. So I went. Then, as I was going home, some-one grabbed me. A rough hand covered my mouth, so I couldn't scream. All I saw of my kidnapper was a pair of shocking green eyes. I was thrown into the back of a white furgão, van and tied up. I was there for only five minutes, but time slowed down and took five hours.Why did anyone want to kidnap me? I had done nothing wrong. The furgão, van doors opened,...

Unknown: Chapter 2

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I stare at the screen with my mouth hanging wide open in shock and horror. The caption reads: SIXTEEN ano OLD BOY BRUTALLY MURDERED IN LOS ANGELES
The anchorwoman says, "Late last night in Los Angeles, California, sixteen ano old Wyatt Starmount was killed. The identity of his murderer is unclear, but authorities say he's hispanic, six feet tall, and was last seen wearing a gray hoodie.
Now here's a video of Wyatt's death. Due to the graphic nature of this video, viewer discretion is advised." the lady informs me.
The video starts. The boy I realize is Wyatt is walking down the street. Sure...

Modern dia Princess Ch. 10

posted by para-scence

I was torn. On one hand, I really liked Foster. But, I wasn't sure if he really liked me back. He completely cut me off at school, but acted like he was totally in amor with me when we were alone. It was strange. I could usually read people really well, but Foster left me speechless, and I had no clue what to think.

"Do you whatever you feel is right," Grandma said. That did not help. I had no idea what was "right." And honestly, I wasn't sure there was a right and wrong in this situation. I wasn't so sure about asking Echo. She still hated Foster no matter what.

Echo came over one dia after...

Modern dia Princess Ch. 9

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I couldn't believe it. He actually liked me back. This was the best thing ever. We hung out on Saturday, and part of Sunday as well. It was like something out of those romance movies; only it wasn't as cheesy, and people weren't watching us from their living rooms holding buckets of ice cream and quietly crying.

At least I didn't think so... o.O

If they were, I wouldn't be surprised. The whole thing was so amazing I wouldn't be surprised if I was on a prank TV show or something. I was sad when the weekend came to an end. I didn't want to lose this feeling.

"I'll see you tomorrow, right?" I asked,...

Rhinestones Chapter 2

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After the lesson about the Cold War, the sino rings at 9:11 a.m. I grab my tan book bag and put it over my head and the bag lands near my waist. "Wow. She's got a nice outfit. Where did she get it? A thrift store?" I hear Raquelle gossiping about me. I growl under my breath. "Don't worry about her, Bree. She's just jealous. I like your outfit." says my friend, Josh. "Thanks, Josh." We walk out the door together. Everything's fine until I hear people spreading rumors. "Bree Komor is dating Josh Matthews. "I heard they started dating a ano ago!" "No way!" Ugh. They're making fools of themselves....

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The Players- 4

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Chapter 4

I walked into Damion Sal High School right before the sino rang. I grabbed my paper work from the women working at the front desk. The sino rang above my head and soon the halls were overflowing with students. I pushed my way through, getting shocked stares. I finally made it to the front door and push through them.
People were already outside already, talking and laughing. One boy had a girl in an embrace for a short segundo and when the girl he was hugging turned at walked away he looked over his shoulder and took hold of a brown haired girls hand a strodded away.
There were boys...

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amor you forever part 2

posted by Cullens4eva

i walked to homeroom in a daze. still thinking what i had done or said wrong. when faye, evie and josie caught up with me. then they loaded me with questions.

"Whats their names?"
"Why did they walk off?"
"whats that girls problem?"
"Do you think he would go out with any of us?"

i was at the door to class. so i turned to them and answered.

"their names are penelope and john. i dont know why they walked off john just dragged her away. the girl hasnt got a problem john has. and i couldnt care less if he wanted to go out with any of us." then i spun on my heel and entered the class. i threw my books...

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Anger

posted by ellie_bellie135

Anger

I’m Furious
But words can’t describe what I’m feeling now.
The sheer frustration cuts through me like a blunt knife, too cowardly to take it’s annoyance to the seguinte level.
It stays, inkling away at me, making me feel mais hopeless every second.
Hopeless, because the mais this white anger burns away at me the mais I want to hurt something.
But the mais I destroy, the mais they seem to mock me.
I beat my face as hard as I can, but I have been numbed por my rage.
I run outside and scream as loud as I can. I curse. Words have failed me. I am at the mercy of filth.
I look for things to ruin....