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posted by HarryPLover
looked in the mirror and saw that ugly girl
That girl that constantly reminded of who I was,
Of what I was.
I was a murder
People say My parents death wasn’t my fault
I killed them
I felt guilty
I felt ashamed
I was the one to blame
My life flashed before my eyes
I saw the fire, the crash
I saw the flames erupt inside me
I felt tears burn my eyelids
I felt it as much they did
They burned, I burned
I didn't want to be left alone
I never wanted them to leave
Though I was taken from them
They were also taken from me
Though they're gone,
We both pay the price
Death
And Scars.
posted by Isabella_17
I feel like you're breaking me,
I feel like anda don't even care.
I feel like anda want to break this friendship.
I feel like anda rather have him than someone who can be a true bestfriend.
I feel like killing myself,
I feel like cutting myself, Is that what anda want from me?
I feel like i'm always angry,
I feel like you're always happy.
I feel like giving up,
I feel like saying fuck this friendship,
I feel like saying fuck friends.
I feel like i had your back when anda needed it.
I feel like crying, Just to make anda happy cause that's what anda like right..?
I feel like anda cinta seeing me in pain.
I feel like saying goodbye...!
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posted by coolie
WARNING! This makes no sense at all!


One day, there was a weird person. His name was Sucky Sam. Sucky Sam was always flying around. He had super powers. P.S they were sucky. One hari he met these people named Bill & Ted. They started to sing ciuman songs, and made peace to the world oleh akting like Gene Simons with their gitar that they borrowed from Wayne’s world. Death was dressing for summer. He wore a strange skeleton mask with some kind of hoodie but with out a jacket. He wore short green shorts, and was beruang foot. The only problem was, it was snowing. Snowflakes were falling on the...
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The Artist's Way and Vein of Gold's Julia Cameron on Inner Critics, reflective mirrors and poisonous playmates via www.FilmCourage.com podcast interview. lebih interviews at: link
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posted by StarWarsFan7
"ALRIGHT! Class, take your seats. Science is about to begin." berkata Mrs.Labansky. She was THE strictest teacher in the district. "I hate...this, so much." I put my head on a textbook. "Cheer up, buddy." Ahh. Meghan, she was my best friend since kindergarten. After 10 detik of science class started, I was dreaming my worst nightmare.
*** DREAM ***
"Help somebody!" I screamed. I was in space! I was so afraid of heights that I cried. Then all of a sudden, I heard a thud. *THUD* I woke up!
*** DREAM OVER ***
"Miss Quetzal! Tell me what the answer is to this problem!" she said. I thought about saying, "I don't know." But then it hit me! Literally! Something hit my head and I fell to the floor!
posted by bri-marie
So, I have this idea for a story. It's about a young girl named Marguerite. She doesn't fit in in school, is constantly bullied, and is socially awkward. Her father is emotionally abusive (when he's around) and her mother doesn't really care. Her brother committed suicide when she was twelve. To cope with all this, she's created this elaborate world in her head, filled with monsters and heroes and true love. In this world, she's the beautiful, strong Soroya, who is surrounded oleh love; friends, neighbors, family, and her life-partner, the gorgeous Phan.

The part I'm posting is where I introduce...
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posted by Rozaliciousness
I was at my place; my special, secluded place in the woods where nobody would find me. I was sat on my bench, staring at the glistening snow lying on the ground all around me. The air was cold and crisp and it even hurt my nose a little to breathe in, but I was protected from it underneath my woollen hat, scarf and gloves. The trees around me with their spindly grey branches were protected too with their coats of bright white snow. Everything was white at my clearing in the woods, even the sky was almost white, light grey now that the evening was drawing closer. I liked to sit here because...
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menulis A Screenplay With A Female Protagonist oleh Scott Kirkpatrick via link For lebih videos, please visit link
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posted by para-scence
I couldn't move. Was this a dream?

"Aren't anda glad to see me?" my visitor asked. Honestly, I wasn't sure. My jantung beat was ringing in my ears. This couldn't be happening. How was this possible?

"Asteria?" I whispered. This was making no sense at all to me, but there she was. Same pale blond hair that we no longer shared, same preppy clothes that I secretly loathed, and same eyes; the only thing about us that was similar.

"Aren't anda glad to see me?" she asked again. Her smiled had faded, and now she honestly worried that I wasn't. I managed to put on an excited smile, and hugged her.

"Oh my God,...
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