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The Chipmunks and Chipettes:I......
I mean you....

Eleanor:You guys are in drama club too??!!

Simon:You girls are in drama club too??!!

Brittany:We never noticed even anda guys were in
drama club too!

Alvin:Well,we never even noticed anda girls were in
drama club too!

Ms.Christina:Everybody,please quiet.Now,I have some good news for you.Ok,next week,you will all be taking audition for the school's musik mania.There's a note on the notice board.Those who are interested for auditioning,please sign your name on the note.OK!!!That's all for drama club.Goodbye,club.

(At the school entrance)

Alvin:Isn't it great?

Simon:I know.

Alvin:Bye!

Brittany:Bye.

(The selanjutnya morning)

Brittany:Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.....................

Jeanette:What's wrong,Britt?

Brittany:I cant find our script for the audition.

Eleanr:Uhhh.What script?

Brittany:A script for the songs and dance moves.

Jeanette:Oh,great!Where did anda put it last night?

Brittany:Uhhhh....
Oh my meja oleh the window.

Jeanette:That's it.Maybe it was the Chipmunks.

Eleanor:Oh,dont be silly.They would never do that.

Jeanette:They might.

Brittany:I did heard a creeking sound while I was sleeping last night.Though I did'nt pindah I just let that person go.

Jeanette:It has to be them.We'll check tonight.

(The following night)

Brittany:Throw me to the window.

Jeanette:Do anda see anyone?

Brittany:No.I can see the script.

(Brittany opened the window quietly and took the script quickly,closed the window and droped herself down and she,Jeanette and Eleanor rushed back to their house.)

Brittany:Finally,I have it back.

(The selanjutnya week)
Two things were killing me at the moment.The fact that It was raining like crazy on his horrible to school,the hari of school where I had to face my dreaded ex and try to hold back either my tears atau punching him in the face.by the way,I completely wanted to do both at this moment.The detik was that whole desperately in cinta moment with Juaney.I was mad the the "mystery girl" that Juan had fallen so hard for and she have no freaking idea.I hate seeing Juan like this.Yes at the moment he is very proactive of me but I can tell now that he just doing that so I won't look into atau figure his true...
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posted by dragonrider
Still the first hari - Athena's perspective

I smiled as I walked back to my friends and I's table. I sat down and looked at my friends.
"Where have anda been?" Erica asked "I need make up saran and anda know Emily isn't into that,"
Emily hardly looked up from her book "Make up is a complete waste of time," she said
"Not it is not. It attracts cute boys," Erica argued
Emily sighed "As I told anda before your personality attracts them," she said
I held up my hands "Girls please! anda want to know where I was atau not?" I asked
They both exchanged glances "Yes we do,"
I sighed "Alright. I was talking to...
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posted by Ms_Montana
Spotlight

1. Cold pizza

It was a cold and rainy hari in November. Some people called this rain even snow, but not thus Helena. It was not the type Person all that varnished.
While she rushed oleh the crowded U platform, it rummaged about him of her pocket for her mobile phone. She tried to type in the scrum the number of her mother, however, without success.
Helena rolled irritated with her eyes. Their mother had berkata her at noon she must fetch her small sister Allison. And here only so she stood.
On the left from her a hard occupied looking man called up his mobile phone and before her there stood...
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posted by jasperwhlover
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Chapter 3

Now, Serenity on a happier note was learning how to defend herself and about Exorcism she wanted to help Father Bartholomew, even though she was forced oleh the church to conform to the earthly practices like everyone else and to hide her wings, Father Bartholomew encouraged her heavenly attributes, he made wings, of feathers, waxed together, they were perfect, and everyday, he would teach her to fly as she forgot how because of the number of years that she spent conforming to the earth. Father Bartholomew raised Serenity like a daughter, a few years later, when she...
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Narrator: Macbeth slowly entered the crept room were Duncan was sleeping soundly. Macbeth quietly began to reach for his sharpened dagger. Macbeth pondered many thoughts regarding the demise of Duncan, but never to this degree. Now, the time had come to fulfill the quest to be crowned king. Duncan suddenly returns to reality. Visualizing Macbeth oleh his bedside withholding a dagger pointed at his wretched chest. Would this mean the end of Macbeth’s planned tragedy atau the end of Duncan’s existence?
Duncan: Cousin, why hast thou forsaken me?
Macbeth: Forsaken you? Thou hast forsaken me. Thou...
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posted by iluvtheshow
hey Mom,
It's been a while
Since anda sat selanjutnya to me,
Since I saw anda smile
I miss anda Mom
I wish anda were here
Giving me kisses
Holding me near
I can still see anda Mom,
the laughing happy you
Not the ill broken women
Who broke my jantung in two
I'll always remember Mom,
anda taught me well
To do good things,
And with Honesty tell
I'm telling anda Mom
Losing anda killed me
Laying a rose on your casket
Trying hard to be
Strong.
That's what anda were Mom,
Strong.
In everything anda said
In everything anda did
So now I'll be just that
Strong like a mother, not like a kid


I wrote this in honor of any child who has ever lost a parent.
Chapter Three

At the kitchen, wondering when Michael will be coming down and have breakfast with his wife and children, Jamie was at the stove, making some lebih pancake and was so into her thinking of Michael that she hadn’t heard a little voice calling out to her “Mama, Mama.” Jamie was still thinking about him for a few lebih detik until she felt a little hand tugging at the end of her shirt. Turning around and looking down to see who was tugging the end of her t-shirt, she saw her oldest child, Mac standing selanjutnya to her and staring at her mother with her brown eyes, giving her that...
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posted by dragonrider
I pull into the parking lot of the country council men office and get out. Hmm what should I do with Elliot? I can't leave him in the car he'll die of heat. I could leave the air on. Nah I'll just put him behind stage when I talk to the councilmen.
I pull out Elliot and put him over my shoulder. Everybody is strong in the future.
Elliot murmurs something like "Oh I cinta anda too Starr!"
Aww how sweet. I take out duct tape and tape his mouth shut. Ahh that's much better
I carry Elliot towards the building and when I get inside I don't see Whitney. Hmm that's strange she works here shouldn't...
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3 Worst Ways To Start A Story - Steve Douglas-Craig via FilmCourage.com.
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Before Screenwriters Pitch Studios This Is What They Should Know - Shannan E. Johnson via FilmCourage.com.
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Screenwriters Need To Understand That Hollywood Is A Dollar Driven Industry - Carole Kirschner via FilmCourage.com.
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Here is a selection of true stories from around the world last week.
1.Price of the week.
James Bolton,who is unemployed,was very excited when he won first prize in a raffle last week.The prize was a weekend for two at a hotel in Bournemouth on the south coast of England.Unfortunately,he was less excited when he saw the name of the hotel.It was the hotel where he had worked as a porter the sebelumnya month.He had lost his job there.

2.Mistake of the week
A 33-year-old Norwegian man came halaman awal one night from the pub and got into tempat tidur selanjutnya to his wife.The woman immediately woke up,screamed,and jumped...
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posted by 1-2vampire
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Tick, tick, tick
That sound, constant in my head,
A sound that haunts every mind,
A sound that brings fear,
A clock,
Ticking the detik of your life away,
Making life shorter and shorter with every tick,
Drawing death nearer and nearer,
But anda should not live in fear,
For life is too short for such a thing,
Some people waste these precious seconds,
Others treasure them, making sure that no tick is wasted,
The clock ticks on,
But as this sound is registered,
What do anda do?
Tick, tick, tick
Three lebih seconds, gone, like that,
Did anda use them well?
Live life,
For life is too short to spend these detik in hell.
His Melody
To quiet the tears
She sings him to sleep
When the morning has dawned
He can’t be roused from a rest so deep

She sings him to sleep
Night after night
And when he does not awaken
Her will to go on grows slight

She sits and waits while he’s away
She remembers his laugh and smile
Oh what a joy to see his joy
She lifts up a prayer “May I see him in a short while?”

She sits at the window and waits
The sun sets slowly behind the bukit, hill
The others say hello but she doesn’t hear
She is waiting to make the tears still

The time has come she cannot wait
She sets out to see her boy
To stop the tears
To bring him joy

But the tears she stills are not his
They fall from her eyes
She sings his lullaby again tonight
As she kisses the stone and her son good bye
Screenwriting Plot Structure Masterclass - Michael Hauge [FULL INTERVIEW] via FilmCourage.com.
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posted by JellyPopper
The House I Cherish And Hate

~Chapter #1~


Marie and I cinta to adventure. However this time we went overboard. I think this was our LAST adventure."Are we there yet!" Marie berkata impatiently. "Yep its right here!" I berkata exited. "You wanna um... walk in fist Marzia?" Marie asked. "Sure!" I berkata starting to rethink this whole abandon house thing. I walked in slowly and held the door open for Marie. "Are anda sure anda wanna do this?" Marie said. "Of course, we will. Trust me" I berkata trying to convince Marie not to leave. "Okay i'll look for food and anda look for beds and stuff if we stay over night."...
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Dear record of my misfortune I was correct. Today I walked into class and saw a huge pile of letters on my desk. When I opened them I realized that it was hate mail. It was so stupid, people were getting angry at me for what I did to Jessica when it was her fault! They were saying things like : Die emo menggerutu, jalang die, bitchy whore. That last komentar doesn't even apply to me! I haven't even had my first ciuman and they are saying this stuff to me! There was one letter that was bot mean even though I don't know who sent it. Inside it berkata mawar are red violets are blue I don't now why they hurt you, if anda want I'll tell them to can it, all because I cinta anda Janet. I don't know who wrote anda cinta poem rhyme thing but I cinta anda too!
posted by jedigirl
The hari my life became lebih than reality was when I was seven.
2 months earlier, my mother had passed away due to reasons I never understood. All I knew was she was gone and Dad wouldn't talk about it.
I was sitting at my desk, watching the snow fall out the classroom window. The window started to frost over quickly. I turned back to the teacher, but she was frosting over too. I realized it was my vision frosting over. I rubbed my eyes to stop it, but it only made it worse. So I sat in my meja tulis, meja and let it take over.
I soon found myself in a field of dandelions and fireflies. I looked around...
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posted by Isabella_17
Is It True anda Lie?
Is It True anda Hate Me?
Is It True anda Want Him?
Is It True You're My Best Friend?
Is It True anda Enjoy Hurting Me?
Is It True anda Like Me Crying?
Is It True anda Talk Behind My Back?
Is It True anda Tell People Our Bussiness?
Is It True I Hurt You?
Is It True anda Back Stabbed Me?
Is It True anda Let Me Believe The Lies?
Is It True anda Let Me Call anda My True Bestfriend When anda Weren't?
Is It True.....?

This is A Poem Hope Yuh Enjoy It Btw Tell Me What Yuh Think And This Is Just About Me Gettin Hurt After Being Stupid Enough To Believe Her Lies She Wasnt A True Bestfriend
posted by AuthorForPooh
Her eyes were api red,
as if they were
lit from anger.

I dont understand
why anda are
mad at me.

Why anda shoot
those harsh words
at me.

Aimed like bullets,
piercing my soul.
And It cant heal.

I never can dodge them.
The words hit me,
and I fall back.

My friends ask me:
"What's wrong?"
"Can I help?"

But they cant help.
Because I dont understand,
why anda are mad.

Why do anda have to do
what anda do to me?
Why does it give anda
joy to harm me?
Why?
Why are people bullies?
Why dont my friends take action?
Why cant anda tell me WHY?