PLOTTING A STORY - Terrible menulis saran

Hi my name is Blossom Utanium,Im 16 years old,i have an hourglass figure now and my body is fully developed but lebih then most girls my age.

Im leaving Citiesville today and going back to townsville. Except,im going to wear a disguise,I wear a black curly haired wig and purple contacts.

I bought a house down the jalan, street from my sister. Im moving my stuff in today.

I ride my berwarna merah muda, merah muda convertible to townsville and park it in my new driveway and begin to unpack my stuff.

(Bricks Pov)
I watch a berwarna merah muda, merah muda convertible go through the neighborhood,with butch,buttercup,and bubbles. We all calmed down after we hit...

Authors note: Hi, this is my first time publishing something that wasn't fan fiction but its what I've been passionate about forever. So please forgive the inconsistent rhyming.

If I never saw anda again.

How happy my life would be!

I'd be jumping up and down the walls so full of glee!

No lebih nagging!

No lebih griping!

No lebih constant whining!

No lebih rants about how dreadful your life is!

I could be free from the locks that is your torn up mind, no longer a prisoner in my own home.

Aw the very thought of never hearing your voice again fills me with so much joy!

No lebih yelling!

No lebih shrieking!

No more...

The fiction story I wrote EXCLUSIVELY for Fanpop. Read chapters 1 and 2 first. Thanks.

The girl living just around the corner.
Her name was Summer. She was eight years old and lived on a farm with her parents and often visited the binatang on the farm. She had blond hair and blue eyes; she was very beautiful as well. She was a softhearted, adventurous girl who always found a way to brighten things.
That hari Summer rode her bike down the path. She planned to ride to the pond and back, but once she got to the pond, she couldn't help but notice the two small anjing laying in a heap oleh the pond. She...

Dear diary.
Wow what a cheesy start to a diary entry! I don't understand how a diary is supposed to work, there doesn't seem to be much point. I guess it is best to begin as to why I have to write here anyway.

I have been having many so called, misunderstandings at school. And after a lot of parent teacher meetings they have decided to send me to a counsellor.
There I met this man named Dr Fey (weird name I know).

He berkata that I needed to find a way of expressing my feelings. That is where this diary comes in. He explained that in-order to get rid of my socialophobia (afraid of social confrontation)...

From within the jantung of the forsaken village, the sleepy sun creeps out from the silent clouds it had been hiding behind for the past few days. Skies are blue, but only just, as the rain only fell yesterday, pouring onto the pavements below. The sun's shining streaks plaster the stony ground, creating light, dusty shadows of the villagers; their never-ending work continuing throughout the day. Children from the village play on the cobbles, darting and weaving in and out of the few passers-by on the quiet streets, chasing after each other without a worry in the world. The smiles on their faces...

III The Library
The selanjutnya room Ember visited was to her a Heaven on Earth. An enormous room just for holding books! The ceiling was so high it would have taken ten of her standing on puncak, atas of one another the reach it. The shelves and shelves of buku were piled right up to the puncak, atas and there were several ladders placed conveniently so that she could reach the topmost books.
Ember walked round the room as though she were in a dream. She loved membaca and devoured every book she found but she had never had a whole perpustakaan full of them to herself. She barely knew where to start. Every square inch of...

II The Kitchen.

Unsure where to go Ember dithered in the corridor outside the nursery for almost ten menit the selanjutnya morning. But soon the delicious smell of apples and cinnamon reached her nose.
She followed the scent until she reached a large old fashioned kitchen. An old, wooden table, worn and scrubbed filled the middle of the room. It was the biggest dapur Ember had ever saw. One side of the room was simply all cupboards and drawers of all different shapes and coloured. Ember’s curiosity burned but she was distracted oleh a large woman wearing an apron. She was taking a steaming apple...

Jake looked at her for a moment,as if he longed for her.His eyes were lit up with desire,they sparkled as he looked at her.Rachel must have sensed this feeling because she came over and said,"Well anda two better get going to wherever anda were heading because Jake and I are supposed to be going roller skating.Right Jake?""ummm....Oh yeah um yes."Jake answered."I thought so,now anda two better get going.Ta ta!"she berkata as she dismissed them.

The whole way to the pond Laura drooped her head.Josie knew Laura wished it could have been HER and Jake going roller skating.Josie tried not to say any...

It was a dark night and there wasn't a single person around. The sounds of the ocean hitting the rocks below and the gusts of winds blowing through the empty black sky above. No stars and no moon. A man standing on the edge of the cliff looking over at the crashing waves below with only one thought. "Why not jump? What's left for me?" All the sounds vanished in his head. He took a step a little closer to the edge. A car pulls up with a girl in it. She gets out and starts screaming the mans name with tears in her eyes. "James! Please don't jump! I cinta you!" He couldn't hear her as he looked...

I remember running down a long corridor...I knew soon that I would have no where left to run and 'they' would get me. I tried not to think about that part though.

"Get her!" I heard them yell and I just got even lebih nervous. I picked up my speed and ended up tripping, falling, and sliding on the floor on my stomach. I wince as I hit the dinding and I turn over to find one of them standing right infront of me. Truth be told I had no reason why they were chasing me. I had never done anything wrong and my parents from what I knew didn't want me so I lived in foster care.

"Tsk tsk." He says yanking...

"I am.." Caitlin paused. She just go to tempat tidur and sleep.

-tomorrow at school-

"Nina, believe me. I think I am chosen," says Caitlin begging Nina to believe her story. "Well I think this all is crazy," says Nina. "Trust me. I.. I'll tampil anda the--" "Caitlin, you, crazy," cuts Nina and walks away. Caitlin sighs. She hopes to 'see' Jake in the mirror.

In the girls bathroom, Caitlin locked the door. She want this to private and doesn't want to be called crazy oleh some other girls. She looked at the mirror. Jake was not there. "Jake.." she called out. Jake appeared.

"Yes?" asks Jake. "I need your help,"...

I've decided that I'm menulis a guide first to my fanfiction. Because if people read the guide and like the storyline, then I'll write it. If they think it isn't good and nobody would read it, then I won't. I don't want to waste energy menulis this if nobody wants to read it.
First, a little insight on the ''idea'' for this: Honestly, I don't know how it happened. I was just sitting down, reading, and it hit me. Like a memukul in the face. What if, somebody came halaman awal one day, all bruised? Bruises on their arms, legs, face, everywhere. And the family shows concern, and wants to know who did it-...

After crying for a bit, Flair fell asleep on Lane's shoulder. Lane looked at the sleeping girl and sighed.
"I wish it didn't have to happen, Flair. We all wished that. But what as happened cannot be taken back." he berkata quietly. He knew she was asleep but he just felt like he needed to say it. "We couldn't save them."
*******
Flair woke up the selanjutnya day, her head laying on Lane's chest. She closed her eyes at the thought of last nights events.
"So much blood....so much death." she whispered to herself, a single tear falling from her eye. She quickly wiped is away and sat up. She poked Lane. "Wake...

Ciel Parker walked down the dark, gray hallway on the puncak, atas floor of the mental institution he worked at. His brown hair fell over his deep green eyes; the white light hanging above was too harsh for his sensitive vision. He glanced up as he walked further down the hallway, trying to see how long it was until he reached his office.

He passed cells B and C, slightly nodding as acknowledgement to the security guards standing in front of the doors. The puncak, atas floor of Virginia’s Mental Institution held the worst patients the state had to offer. People with severe schizophrenia, extreme depression,...

Splitch splotch let's add some color
On this old white dollar
Paint it green
paint it red
Add some color on the threads

Add some yellows
Add some reds
Add some blues
Oops! Try again

Let the green twine up like a vine
And the reds com bust in to the sky
And in the sky the blues stand proudly
Woven with purples and the greys make it cloudy
The yellows and oranges make pretty petals

And the emas shines like all types of metals
Paint it wide, paint it fast
Paint the picture with your brain
Add some flare add some blacks to make a lines
Like a train

Add some yellows
Add some reds
Add some blues
If I can do it...

Chapter Four: "Sacrificial Lamb"

The sun was riding low in the sky, but the hari students had not yet finished their classes. Ichiru had gotten himself excused from the last class, claiming a severe stomach ache. After fooling the nurse and being sent back to his room to rest, he'd promptly slipped back out of the dorm again and made his way out here. In a few hours, Zero would get out of class; he always got out ahead of the others in order to have time for his guardian duties, so he could pretend to protect the hari Students from the Night Students… ironic and despicable, considering he himself...

The art of menulis a letter takes practice, knowledge about proper form and the ability to put into words your feelings, thoughts, and/or ideas. If anda learn the basic parts of a letter, it will help anda to create letters for a variety of occasions.
Parts of the Letter:

Your address
At the puncak, atas of your letter, anda will put your address, so the reader will know where to send their reply to.

Date
Put the tanggal on which the letter was written in the format bulan hari tahun i.e. June, 15, 2009.

Inside Address
The inside address is only required for a business letter and will include the address of the person...

Some students have trouble menulis essays in the traditional sense, moving from puncak, atas to bottom. They struggle to get words on the pages this way, which causes them to take significantly longer to write whatever they need to write. If you’re going to school at one of the puncak, atas online universities, anda need to know how to write well and efficiently at the same time. This is crucial in a fast-paced degree program like the ones available on the web.

When I was in college, I actually wrote all of my essays in reverse, starting from the conclusion and working my way to the introduction. This may be...

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Here are some tips to help anda effectively organize your essays in the future.

The Pyramid Method
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