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to a true writer money is nothing. posters, movies all nothing. a true writer feels: when you see the fresh page, the smell of the fresh ink. the story coming to your mind. the rush of trying to get down every idea. trying to get the first word down on paper. you are always trying to get the characters right. to make the story right, to get characters to follow their correct path. to give the fallen a right to rise again. to give a voice to the bullied and the dead. TO RAISE THE VOICE OF THE UNSPOKEN!!! |
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Finally she'd finished. She flung herself onto her bed, then felt sorry for the bed and said sorry. That's what happened when she painted, everything had feelings and color and everything she saw was seen through a haze of calm composed of millions of particles of excitement. That was happiness for her, the oxymoron of excited calm. She placed herself on the bed, and stared up at her outstretched arms, covered in smears of paint. Feeling infinitely better. In moments of inexplicable sadness she painted because, although it made things so much more muddled, it was a happy muddled, not that overwhelming confusion of everything. The painting, as usual, had come out different from what she had imagined, but it was still what she wanted. It showed a girl laughing, and in her open mouth stood a figure with crossed arms rolling its eyes. She opened her window, enjoying fresh air that smelled of the recent rain. She climbed out, as it was only the second floor and doors were boring. She climbed down carefully, picked a few flowers growing in the haphazard garden, and told her mother, who was working in the garden, that she was going to Emma's house. "Alright, be back for lunch. Bring her with you if she wants," she replied, looking at her daughter in a subtly analyzing way. "You've been painting, haven't you?" she smiled. Nora nodded, smiling too, and left. The walk too Emma's house was short, and when she got there her mother opened the door for her. "Hi Nora, looking for Em? She should be upstairs." "Thanks, Ms. M" She climbed the familiar creaky wooden stairs, trailing her hand along the green worn wallpaper. In her friend's room, she found Emma lying on the bed, eyes closed and a very concentrated look on her face. "Still alive, right?" Nora asked, sitting on the desk. Emma looked up to see her friend. "Yeah," her tone light. "Listen, I've got visitors. I think you should meet them, if you want." Norah looked at her, curious. "Sure, if they're nice. Where?" "I know you won't, but please, don't freak out. They're in the room right now, sitting on the carpet over there, she seemed a bit nervous, but she wasn't really capable of loosing her cool. Nor was Nora, fortunately. Most people don't react very well at seeing two odd creatures appear where they were unseen before. Nora just looked at them in wonder. Then she remembered her manners. "Hello, I'm Nora. You look really cool." They did, albeit in an eerie way. They had humanoid forms, one was clearly a woman and the other a man, both dressed rather elegantly. Their heads were odd though, she had that of a wolf, he that of a strange animal, some cross between a cat and a bat. Both had strange empty eyes, that lit up when they spoke. "Hi Nora," she heard, without either of them moving their mouths, "I'm Elena. This is Jordi. It's nice to meet you." |
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i want to be a writer ,just writing and you can have money |
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Qui a lu le livre .La vie quotidienne en gaule pendant la paix Romaine. |
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Hi guys! I'm a spanish student and I'm 14 :D I love write poems about anything! |
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I am a girl. Working on a book entitled "Best Friends For...Never?" |
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Hey this is not spam but my I lost the chance of having a Boyfriend so can we kinda like, be I guess friends? |
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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. |
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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 |
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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! |
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Hey! :) 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 :) |
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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 |
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hello ecrivain i would like to become your friend.is it possible.Iam not good at english and i would like to perfect it |
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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 Opal x0 |
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Hey :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? Opal xoxo |
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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. |
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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. Elisabeth' |
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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. |
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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??? |
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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 pinkpugpuppy1024@gmail.com (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... |
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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 |
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Hi ! 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 |
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Hi, Brunny here! I'm 12 years old now because its my birthday(February 13)! Yahoo! P PA PAR PART PARTY PARTY T PARTY TI PARTY TIM PARTY TIME PARTY TIME! PARTY TIME!! PARTY TIME!!! Oh, and anyone want to read more of my Rise of the Wild trilogy story? -Brunny Rabbit >:D |
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Death It’s a necessity. It shows us the difference between what is precious and not. Death If we had nothing bad… How could we know what is good? Death If we had nothing good… How could we know what is bad? Death It defines us. Do we fear it? Death Do we hate it? Death Will we accept what must come? Death Will we abandon life, and take to death? Will you choose what is right? What is right? Death Letting life take its course is right. The natural way. The firm way. The way that will never betray your trust. Death It will never abandon you. It will never lose you. It will never let you go. |
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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. |
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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 |
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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. |
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Is anyone else writing a novel? We can share them with each other if you want. Inbox me if you're interested. |
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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. |
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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. |
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