What Screenwriters Should Know About Packaging Their Scripts - Steve Douglas-Craig

me: sorry the name is kinda weird. Okay well i wrote this for english class, and my teacher didn't have enough room to write a proper komentar just that it was very busy. so um yeah tell me what anda think. Please i honestly don't mind the harsh truth. Okay here we go.
ps.Its about ancient greece, and sorry if the names are to weird

I sighed and leaned back against the wall, my hands were trembling, making it that much harder to read my book. Usually poetry calmed me down, but today was an exception. The sun was glinting through the clouds. Today was the hari the Mykene men came to take me to Lukae...my...

Leonardo.....Leonardo....Leonardo.I just couldn't help but melt like an ice cream cone a on a Texas summer day, as I berkata his name over and over.He was just perfect.But I still had my worries about Lulu.Leo still hasn't explained the hug to me.But I don't want to be pushy with Leo.I wasn't exactly with Leo(yet) but we were akting like it.I didn't want to ask him,I wanted him to ask me.But I could tell he didn't want to break the ice.He knew I liked him but he still so nervous(it was so cute to me).I just wished he would ask already,what was holding him back from me?I certainly wasn't,so what...

I was completely dreading the fact that I had another seven lebih hours until I had to face Joel for the first time since that rain incident.I was looking up at Juan's guesthouse bedroom ceiling.It was completely pitch black but yet to me,it berkata so much.It berkata how my jantung felt and how drained my brain was.The black ceiling stated exactly what I wanted to happen,for it to just stay night forever.Why did I have to go to school tomorrow?Why did I have to see that jerk and his perky,little,annoying girlfriend?I just want to stay here in this bed.

I sadly had three classes with Joel and two with...

"I don't feel like going anywhere at the moment Juaney."
The hari after everything had happened with Joel was when the fact that he really was gone set in.I began my grieving I guess anda could say.I was now really hungry for anything I could find and very moody.I could tell my mood swings were definitely getting on Juan's nerves;but Juan wouldn't leave.Juan thought I was going to do something crazy as soon as he left my side so no matter what I did atau what I said,Juan wasn't leaving.
I enjoyed having his company but at the same time,I just wanted to cry and be jantung broken just for today,but with...

I'm talking to my friend,
She is my BFF,
And boy, are we having some fun.
We IM back and forth,
We sit on the front porch.
We talk about things on our minds.
We both hate the principal,
The staff and the admin.
At are very sucky school.
We talk about boys,
All our pets and our toys,
And what we wanna do in life.

(Chorus)
She's my BFF,
Well we hold some bets.
We smile while playing sports,
Our favorit things are cool shorts.
We talk back and forth
We talk on that porch.
We are bestest friends,
And that will never end.

We struggle through stupid tests,
But we always try our best.
We eat at the lunch table,
We all tell...

I'm not sure if I'll keep this going but if I do, I'll post it on my spot and here:) I still remember posting my first story here! I after sent it to my spot where it's still going, but this was the first place and I thank anda all for receiving it:) Thanks! So I hope anda like this one too:)


"I cinta you..." Was the last thing I heard from him, as the blade went through his throat in one gracious move. That was it... All that I had ever fought for, all that I knew and loved, lost in one single move! I was lost in the darkness, trap in the sorrow and blood...
"I'm sorry..." Was the last thing...

A was an Artist who wasted his talent
B rode a Bicycle and was very gallant
C was a Conductor with a musical ear
D was a Drunk, addicted to beer
E climbed Mt. Everest and achieved his goal
F was a Fireman and slid down a pole
G was a Glutton and ate what he got
H was a Hunter, a very good shot
I was an Ice skater with brand new skates
J was called Jane and couldn’t pay the rates
K was a King who ruled all the land
L was a Lady, a white sarung tangan on her hand
M was a Milkman who turned susu into cheese
N was a Nanny who made the children say please
O mined Opals and sold what he got
P was a Princess who bought...

hey... so this is my new story... I don't like the other one! So... I started this one! don't forget 2 komentar and rate!

Something was missing. Something big, like my heart! I couldn't find it. I got up from my own screams. I couldn't breathe. He wasn't there to hold me in his cold hands. He wasn't there anymore. I doubted if he would ever come back. I was thinking of everything I could do to get to him. Tears came down of my face and dropped on my bantal as I tried to stand up and go to the bathroom. Charlie was already downstairs so I hurried and made him breakfast. I didn't eat anything like...

A little peak of sun shone in his window, yes! It was Saturday; Jake Scott loved Saturdays because these were the days when his mom, Terri, and he would go to the park for a picnic. Jake was so excited for today that he slept in his clothes though the were now wrinkled but he didn’t care. Creeping down the hall way quiet enough as to not wake his mom Jake went and made himself his favorit cereal. Jake usually had his mom help him get his cereal because he was seven and short that he couldn’t reach the cabinet, but he wanted to surprise his mom, he wanted to make his own breakfast today....

(Please do note that these are poems I wrote in like two menit so yeah they might not be that great...)



***You'll never be alone***



Even through the toughest times
Someone will always be there
If anda have friends
You’ll never be solo
Even if it doesn’t go right
Even if anda think anda might die
If anda have friends
You’ll make it to the end
Even though it all seems to fade
Receding in the darkest night
Having friends
Makes it all go away
Times may be bad
Times may be good
But if anda have friends
You’ll never be alone
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***No Going Back***





Believe not this lie ive told
I am not...

For those of anda who didn't see my pick, I'm trying to decide whether I should reveal at the beginning of my book, that a main character is going to die at the end. These are three versions of opening paragraphs that I've written. If there's one that anda like the best, let me know in the komentar atau in the pick.

1. This one gives away the most information, including when she dies and how she's killed:
I had no idea when I started at Skip’s Burger Grill, that on October 22, 2009, sitting there in the walk-in refrigerator, huddled together with my colleagues for warmth, my life would be changed...

Find the casual sun day

Starting with the stumbling wake-up, the strained smile

Smelling the hurried breakfast, bile up her throat

Shrinks away from it, queasy, holding her stomach

Never letting it leave her, the emptiness filling up

Inside her, determined to make it last


Heavy textbooks never all that’s holding her down

Uncertainty sawing through her, the only thing filling

What she considers a burden, but how could hunger

Be so cruel?

It’s drilling into her, snarling, never dulling

Never letting up, just a little longer

A little longer...


She dry heaves, it’s a tiny stall

And the walls are closing...

The flight from New york to Rome took an excrutiatingly long time to land and all the while i was getting lebih and lebih annoyed with Edward. "as soon as we land we will run to Volterra okay." I muttered quickly braiding my hand through Edwards and sighing contentedly.
"I know that it's just what if we are too late?" his voice broke on the word late.
"we won't be i promise." I didn't know if that was true but i was trying to soothe him i better not voice my true opinion out loud. I half dragged a depressed Edward through the terminals and growled sharply as I saw the bright sunlight outside.
"Oh...

    CHAPTER ONE
    Ugh. I groaned internally as I woke up. My head was pounding, and broken gambar were swirling around behind my eyelids. I had no idea where I was, atau how I had gotten here. I refused to open my eyes and find out, atau give any other sign that consciousness had found its way back to me again. Not knowing exactly where and when I was was a dangerous business for me. Very dangerous.
    You see, the last thing I remember before the blackness hit, is that I was running…
    My legs were on fire. They...

The rain fell silently as I layed there waiting. Not like I had a choice though. But it had seemed lebih like a nightmare than reality. This wasn't how I imagined it... I never even got the chance to say goodbye. Let alone even explain what happened. I needed to wake up... from this nightmare, I tried, but never could... never did.

Life lesson: I learned that trusting people isn't what it actually seemed. There's lebih to it than anda would ever imagine, I mean, it's not just trusting people, but it's who to trust. How can we tell? There might be some ways we think we can tell, but those ways......

Shaun

It feels like a piercing physical wound; to see her leave me again.

I cannot access the part of me that handles realisation. Serena called her Ashleigh. That child in her arms. Is mine.

My forehead is resting on the edge of the hard granite countertop, and I am trying to ignore the card that is currently lying right in front of me. I already know what is printed on it oleh heart.

Serena Meyer

Gaurdian Ad Litem, New York.

serenashleigh@mweb.com

And then a number scrawled on in her own handwriting.

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Her eyes haunt me when I close my own. Everything...

PREFACE


The woods were filled with silence and I looked around for any signs of the slayer. As I heard the leaves on the ground rustling, I turned around and there he appeared from the treetops of a nearby pohon and he gave me a sly smile which sent shivers down my spine before slowly approaching me and my jantung was pounding inside my chest. I was vulnerable as there wasn’t anyone to protect me and I knew that I was going to die here, alone. Please let this be over fast, I thought to myself.
Every step that he took towards me was another step closer to death. His long, black hair was flowing...

A/N: Ok, this is just a short, about 500 word drabble I came up with. It's about 7-year-old Alice and her drunk derpressed father, called, of course, 'Daddy'. It's not much, but I though I'd post it. Constructive critisizm is welcome.

Please rate and comment.
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The smell of his breath came off in waves of grief and alcohol mixed into what could be described as inner turmoil. Although Alice barely gave a thought to the bottle of whiskey in his hand, as she was lebih preoccupied with not throwing up from the smell of her father she should have gotten...

Chapter Five

When Jamie stared and was speechless the moment she saw the handsome man in the doorway, that man looked at her for a few detik and still holding the sepakbola ball, he berkata to her with that grin of his, “So, this really your ball?” In return, Jamie didn’t answered his question, she just kept looking at him and figuring out what her mother was doing, Mac decided to be the person who will do the talking and from below, she looked up to the man and berkata to him, “Yeah, anda are holding my ball!”

After hearing that, the man looked down at Mac and when he squatted down to Mac’s...