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Qui a lu le livre .La vie quotidienne en gaule pendant la paix Romaine.
Hi guys! I'm a spanish student and I'm 14 :D I love write poems about anything!
I am a girl. Working on a book entitled "Best Friends For...Never?"
Hey this is not spam but my I lost the chance of having a Boyfriend so can we kinda like, be I guess friends?
Hello!I have one story in my mind.I got inspiration from a emty library and cinema building,which is just next to my house.The story would be like that:some kids araund my age like one old abonded library,then they got it from their rich,but friendly friend.They open a cafe in abonded,but charming library building,but strange things start happening there.It would be like some kind of detective story.If somebody have some exciting ideas,what will be happening there,then please contact me.I also would like to have friends from diffirent countries.
I was looking back on all the old stuff that everyone (including me) had posted. We've all improved so much! Even though much of it was "war", I loved it. It's all so much fun to read! I've missed you all (Bree, Brunhilde, Rosa)! Wow... I hope this forum comes back to life soon! -Brooke
Hi, guys!I haven't been here in a long time... I've missed you all! Since I've last been here, I've turned 14 and I've become MAJORLY obsessed with the Hunger Games Trilogy and the Mortal Instrument Series. I'm still writing, don't worry! I have a zombie story, and plenty others! So... Yes! I've missed you all!
So, anybody up for role playing? It's a great way of using your imagination and exercising your writing skills, so if anybody wants to try it with me, just send me an e-mail or a message :)
I just love love love love writing! I have written stories and had a wild fantasy as long as I can remember, but I just never ever get to finish them.. I don't have anything to keep me going? Does anybody understand my situation?
So I think I've found a solution to my problem!
How about we become writer-penpals?
Once a month-or so, we'll exchange bits of our stories, so I send you a few pages, and then you can reply with your story, and maybe a letter with adjustments or anything you would ad to my story.
Sounds interesting? Contact me! < 3
hello ecrivain i would like to become your friend.is it possible.Iam not good at english and i would like to perfect it
Dear Writers' forum,
I am truly sorry for not posting on here for a while, there seems to be new people I'd like to get to know :) So I want to VENT in this post, here it goes: You probably think I am this barbie doll perfect girl, I am not, I suffer from Anxiety, Depression and an Eating Disorder I have been in re-hab, respite care, I have done bad things in the past, I have been bullied for 4 years, beaten up as a kid, because I didn't fit in, I've always been an 'Outcast' I have tried to but friend-ships and try to be someone I'm not but that was in the past, I've gone through all types of abuse, I've seen about 14 different counsellors in the past 6 months, I have been in trouble with the police more then 5 times in the past 2 weeks, I cry myself to sleep most nights, I have seen my friend commit suicide, a family member has committed suicide, there's been a lot of death loss in my fam, I am a self-harmer, I haven't cut in a week as I have been distracting myself, I write songs to let all my emotions out other then hurting myself. I need to apologize to all you people who I have hurt in this forum, I am truly sorry I was being someone else and I know I learnt my lesson, I admit it, I will never be perfect and everything is sugar and spice. I know who I am, I am a skater girl, I graffiti, skate, hang with my mates, all day all night, i smoke weed, I still love fashion but I am me. I have made some amazing friends in the past like Hollster, Meg, Brunny, Ariana, and any1 else I forgot to write.
Hopefully you understand and won't treat me any different from reading this!
Thank-you for reading this. < 3
Does any1 here write their own songs with a true and deep meaning?
I love writing songs, but I express all my feelings through the music I create.
I also write rap songs.
Any1 interested in being my friend?
Hello! My name is Süeda and 13 years old. I'm from Turkey and I lived in Ýstanbul. I would like to meet new people and exchange letters.
bonjour, moi mon plus grand rêve est de devenir écrivain,
j'ai déjà écrit deux romans, trois contes, et une vingtaine de poèmes, et j'aimerais bien avoir une correspondante qui partage la même passion que moi pour l'écriture.
Looking back at this place, the place where my writing began even though it was terrible at the time. I can't believe how bad it's gotten here. I don't regret leaving at all. And I don't care that people will get mad at me for saying this. There are much better places to start your writing, like Wattpad. Much better than this place. I'm sure barely anyone will even remember me.
So if you are serious about writing, leave this place now.
Is there any1 out there who wants to be an author? I have since i was 4!!! i have entered loads of stories in competitions and i'm looking for a typewriter so i can write even more!
is there any one who can relate to the trials and troubles of a budding author???
Okay. Hello GIRLS of the world. My name is Emily. I live in Georgia (USA). i have two pet cats names Bonnie (girl) and Doofus (girl) and a bunny named Hazel (boy). I am trying to find some that is a lot like me so they can understand me and how I feel and stuff like that. So, if you are a girl from nine to ten years old, has the zodiac sign of a Scorpio (which means that you are prob really emotional and deep and dark - like me), and can speak english. Please email me at firstname.lastname@example.org (simplified: p i n k p u g p u p p y @ g m a i l . c o m). I really need to have someone else in the world that can really understand me. So please, email me...
I am working on my 3rd poetry book, called The Tree and wondered if anyone has any cultural references to trees in mythology or any interesting facts about trees in their native country. If anyone is interested I can let them read an extract from my last book Mortal Sun
I really need help with writing an essay but if you can help me to write atleast 2 paragraphs I will continue.please email me
Hi, Brunny here! I'm 12 years old now because its my birthday(February 13)! Yahoo!
Oh, and anyone want to read more of my Rise of the Wild trilogy story?
-Brunny Rabbit >:D
It’s a necessity.
It shows us the difference between what is precious and not.
If we had nothing bad…
How could we know what is good?
If we had nothing good…
How could we know what is bad?
It defines us.
Do we fear it?
Do we hate it?
Will we accept what must come?
Will we abandon life, and take to death?
Will you choose what is right?
What is right?
Letting life take its course is right.
The natural way.
The firm way.
The way that will never betray your trust.
It will never abandon you.
It will never lose you.
It will never let you go.
Hi. I'm Aricka from Baton Rouge, LA in the USA. I love writing teen fiction. I've writen 2 books so far. 1 that is 229 pages and the other is 122 pages. I just wanna get ti know people, so talk to me.
Entends tu ce son si doux
qui traverse les frontières de ton être,
Vois tu cette lumière sur son visage
ces ombres qui dansent et retombent
sur sa bouche gonflée,
Une mèche d'une rousseur extrème
arrive et sème une zizanie
Dans ce moment mystique, atlantique
Oh oui Marla
c'est toi qui arrive devant moi
Le son de tes pas, c'est ca
Cette magique musique, frêle
Un moment tragique qui ensorcele
oh oui c'est bien toi
English: Hear you this sound so soft which
crosses the borders of tone to be,
See kept silent this light on the face these
shadows which dance and fall again on her swollen mouth,
A drill of an extreme redness arrives and
sows an ill-feeling
In this mystic moment, Atlantic
Oh yes Marla
it is you who arrives in front of me
The sound of your steps, that's it
This magic music, frail
A tragic moment which enchants
oh yes it is you
My name is Yoo-Bin. I hope we can ba friend. I'm korean but I can speak English.
South Korea is in Asia you know, so I'm not from Europe, Is it Okay?
My dream is going to be a writer too.
I'm not great at English so I hope you can understand.
I like to play Lego. What is your hoby?
I hope you can send me back.
Is anyone else writing a novel? We can share them with each other if you want. Inbox me if you're interested.
I love to write. I love taking photos and videos also. In Middle School I took a class called Publications which meant I got to write for the newspaper and I got to help with the yearbook. It was so fun and I miss it so much. Now that I'm in high-school you have to take certain classes before you can start to help with that stuff. Luckily I'll be able to take either of them next year. But right now I'm taking another class that is an introductory class to broadcasting. I took it just for the fun of it but it turns out I really like it. However next year I'l have to pick between yearbook, newspaper, and broadcasting. I don't know what I'm going to do yet. You can only pick one. UGGHH!! Well I still have the rest of the school year to figure it out.
Hey, this is part 2 of chapter one of a trilogy I'm writing called Rise of the Wild. It resembles my favorite book series, Warriors. I split the chapters up into parts to make it easier to post. This is book one, The Dark Forest...
Chapter 1 Part 2
She scrambled as fast as she could through a few bushes and down the sidewalk.
Then she heard her father yell behind her,
"Susan, come back here now, or I'll have to punish you!"
Susan's blood turned to ice. Looking over her shoulder, she saw her father chasing her . He would have caught her if he were about four feet closer.
She looked up at the stars and the full moon, muttering under her breath,
"I'll never make it. He's faster, and my legs are tiring."
Just as she thought it was hopeless, her instincts took over. A new fire blazed in her forest green eyes as she ran faster tha she had ever ran before. Susan felt as strong, fast and free as a bird in flight Her feet felt as if they were riding the wind as she rushed far ahead of her father. She skidded as she ran around a corner and into a park. Her bare feet were bleeding now from running on the rough roads and sidewalks, and her eyes drooped. She longed for rest.
I'm almost there, she thought. Don't stop now.
As I grew, I learned how to stick up for myself against my noisy, mean siblings. When the eldest pup, Kampfer, would bark a nasty "Shut up!" to me, I would scamper away and hurdle into him with as much strength as possible. I used other methods of revenge, but that was very affective and I used it often.
along with the struggles of being the smallest and weakest, there were some good things that made life easier. I was supremely fast for my age, and being quite shy I spent lots of my time pondering over how the world worked and why things happened. I became a very intelligent pup, and that spurred me on to do what I thought none of the other puppies would dare. I wanted run away.
"Mother?" I yapped one day, when I was eight weeks old, "When will I be able to see the world?" I blinked my creamy truffle eyes and twitchec my nose with impatience at the silence that followed.
"You can when the kind flat faces take you away to another den. That's when all pups see the world." She curled up into a neat ball and continued watching over the other puppies. I trudged away sat snuffling in the folds of my pink, fleecy blanket. I didn't want to be kept as a silly pet, forever eating dry stuff and lounging about on the couch/sofa. I wanted adventure, challenges - and waht my mother had said had confirmed my plan.
Hey. I'm mary and i love to write stories. I would love to get a pen pal who loves to wright also but really it wouldn't matter to me. So i'ma post a tidbit of one of my stories and i would like some feedback. now it's not edited and god only knows how bad of a speller i am so yeah don't judge. :)
I could sit and stare out my window for hours, just thinking about my life being a fairy tale with a prince to take me away from the hell –whole I called my life.
I remember a time when my mom was alive, that I was happy and not different, when dad was happy. Everything changed when dad started to sale drugs. He got in with some bad people and couldn't pay them back. They killed mom and toke me. I was ten at the time. Seven years went by slowly as I was passed around by smelly old men having their way with me.
Now it is my 17th birthday and I’m sitting in a police station waiting for a cop to say I was free. I new that wouldn't come soon, but it was still nice to think that way.
I was sitting nervously on an uncomfortable chair playing with the hem of my tater shirt, letting my greasy blonde hair fall in front of my face happy no-one could see the scare over my eye leading onto my check. Last thing I would want is for someone to feel petty for me.
“Marybeth, I’d like to have a word with you…” A tall grey hair man said. I kept my eyes on the ground as I stood up. My over sized shirt came just above my knees, hiding the fact that I was not wearing any panties. Master always said I should never wear them; it would cause more trouble for whoever wanted a go at me.
I could feel everyone’s eyes on me. I could sense petty coming from them all. I guess I’d understand why. I mean if I saw a girl wearing just a big shirt and blood dried on her skin, with greasy hair and probably smelled like they just walked out a trash can. I would have petty on them.
I stood in fort of the cop waiting for something to happen. I could tell he was waiting for me to look up to him, but I just couldn't.
“Marybeth, Hun you can look at me, I won’t hurt you. You have nothing to worry about any more, you’re safe now.” The cop whisper as he pulled me into a hug. I tensed up at the jester, I mean really who would be comfortable to hug a man when you spent seven years of your life being rapped and abused by men?
The man let go and led me into his office.
“Marybeth, now sweetie can you please answer some questions for me?” He asked. I just nodded; I was trying to fight off tears.
“How long have you lived with them?”
“Seven years…” I could hear the scratching of pencil led on paper as he wrote down my answers
Okay another part of my story if anyone wanted it:(Oh and I'm shortening Alphonse's name to Al, okay?
Trudi sat on the edge of the bridge. Legs hanging over the water. The pinkette breathed in the salty air while she admired the red, yellow and orange sunset. Her multicolored eyes skimmed over it's reflection on the rivers surface. Trudi's army style jacket laid disgarded on the mossy wall beside her. She may of acted like a child in front everybody else but really she was doing it to hide the real her. The Trudi no one else saw. Because she was afraid of who she was. But she'd never show anyone that Trudi, not even Alphonse.
Al slowly walked towards the bridge. When he got home he was in a lot of trouble! His father was going to murder him. Al watched the beautiful sunset as he neared the bridge. He smiled as he slightly quickened his pace. Worrying if Trudi had already left, but he highly doubted that. Pretty soon Al spotted pink hair and green trousers staring off into the sunset. Al creeped up behind her raised his hands an-
"Hello Al!" Trudi stouted gleefully as she turned around. Al fell back in surprise and landed painfully on his bottom. "Ow! Don't do that, Rue!" Al whined, using Trudi's nickname. When the pair were younger, Al couldn't say Trudi so he said Rudi and soon it just became Rue. Trudi's head tilted sideways. "Why are you on the floor Al?"
"Because I- never mind! Why do what me here?" Al angerally answered. Trudi began unlacing her purple combat boots. "W-what a-are you doing-g?" Al asked scaredly. Trudi looked sat her dark haired friend then looked at her untied boot. "Swimming?" she answered as if it were the most common thing in the world.
"SWIMMING?! You wanted me to come all the way out here so you can go swimming?!" Al choked. Trudi blinked vacantly.
"Yes?" she squeked. Wondering why Al thought they would be doing anything else? "I am not going swimming!" Al crossed his arms and frowned disapprovingly.
"But if you don't, you won't see this cool place I found." Trudi pounted. Al looked at her and then the water. "Oh alright. Just this once though!" Trudi nodded, her features lighting up.
After removing unnecessary clothing(shoes, socks, jackets), Trudi and Al were standing on the bridge wall. "Okay, after we resurface, Trudi will go back under and show you the way!" Trudi cried enthusiasticly. "1, 2, 3!" And the pair leaped into the water audaciously.
My name is Laila. I'm very well-off for a dog, to be honest. I've got an owner who cares for me, lots of wonderful friends, and an amazing past that lingers in my distant dreams every night. I could ask for more though. I do. Every night I sit on the arm of the couch/sofa at the back of Lewis' room while he snores away, staring up at the brightest star in the sky. My star. It beckons me to have a whole lot more, to run outside while I still have the chance and to follow it and succeed at a life-long dream. But I can't now - I'll have to wait. Now is too early.
I was born on a farm, in the large, rickety, old wooden barn that housed the cattle in the winter and my family for the rest of the year. It was rich with hay and straw and horse and cow and pig and sheep food, and rusty rakes, pales, hoes and buckets. Harvest mice would scurry across the damp, hay-covered floor and disappear into their tiny holes in the walls.
I was born sometime in May 2012. The morning sun was only beggining to rise when I first saw the light of day breathed in lungfuls of air. My siblings were small and weak like me, but they were all stronger than me because I was the tiniest. The weakest. The runt of the litter. When we all went to feed, my siblings would push me away from my mother's warm belly. All I could do was squeak and squeal in protest.
I really want to be a writer but I don't know if my writing is good enough:( So I'm going to give you a sample and if you think its good I'll continue.
"I expect these reports on Monday!" Mr Wilson cried in vain as the loud students filed out of the class room. One of them was a 15 year old girl with wispy pixie cut candyfloss pink hair. She had one forest green eye and the other oceanic blue. She had hair green military jacket tied loosely around her thin waist . She wore baggy camouflage trousers and a white tank top, which fitted nicely. She smiled as she stopped her bestest friend in the whole world. "Al!" she yelled down the corridor. The other students turned and stared at her. She didn't care! "Alphonse!" she yelled again when when he carried on speed walking. He's avoiding me, she thought. She freakish girl ran after poor Alphonse. She caught up with him and linked her arm with his in a friendly manner. "Go away, Trudi. I don't want to speak to you." Alphonse said, angerily unhooking his arm. Trudi pounted sadly. Alphonse started to walk off but Trudi followed him like a lost puppy. Alphonse's onyx eyes glinted dangerously. "What!" he stouted.
"I'm very sorry I got you in trouble," Trudi apologized. The raven haired boy stopped. And sighed and looked at Trudi irritatibly. "You got me grounded for a week, with your stupid little adventures," Alphonse all but growled. Trudi thought for a moment and remembered why she wanted to talk to her best friend. "Alllllllllll," Trudi started annoyingly. Alphonse thought she acted like a 5 year old. "Yes, Trudi?" Alphonse signed in defeat. Trudi knew Al would say so she put on the puppy dog face. "Will you come with me to this cool place I found?" she whined. Alphonse was a sucker for the puppy dog face, Trudi knew that. "With the eyes and the lip and the- AGH! Okay I'll go! When?"
Trudi smirked evilly. "After school. Meet me at the bridge!" the possibly crazy girl answered as she skipped off. Alphonse just stared at her back. He shook his head. Why he put up with Trudi he'll never know.
That's an awesome story! Thanks for including a character named after one of my wolves on Wolf Roleplay Club, Feathertail. By the way, I don't mean to be selfish, but can you include my WA, Little Blacky(I small female solid black rabbit with brown eyes and ears that flop down and touch the ground;she's a mini Lops breed), in the story? I like tragedies, so she can help out a lot(she'll be wise, strong, brave and gentle), but near the end, she dies, sacrificing her life to save the others from Nightmare Man. She'll die in the end book 2. How's that?
P.S.:(This resembles the Warriors series, where in the second Warriors series, Warriors:The New Prophecy, the character Feathertail gives up her life to save the others and the Tribe of Rushing Water from the mountain lion Sharptooth.)
Hello Everyone. I love writing and reading since i'm 12. Does anyone else love writing and reading ? Who also have written an entire book ?
Or does anyone have a good book that I could read ? In english or in french it doesn't matter. :D