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What A New Screenwriter Should Know About Screenwriting by Jeffrey Reddick via FilmCourage.com.
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Writer corner:) hi everybody! i hope you'll like the plot. let me know!! thank you!!!
In the year 4125 the Earth was still turning on itself. Apparently everything was the same as it was two thausand years ago. But it wasn't so. The democracy we got fighting was distroied by a man. After 15 years of wars, in 4025 Cyrus defeated free people and he established the tyranny. The whole world was controlled and the freedom dind't exist anymore. Everyone lost trust in everything, in love, in courage, in God. Most of people didn't know that there was a prophecy. It said that the humanity had to pass through a century of pain and fear to realize how important freedom was. But then in the 101st year four guys, with the Gift, could overthrow the government...
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just FYI, I noticed there's another story on Fanpop called "Speechless." I just wanted readers to know that this is all my ideas, and the other one is completely its author's ideas. :)


Seven kids were killed that day.

I didn't know any of them, but that made no difference. I'd seen two of them shot. I couldn't bring myself to go back to school the next day. Apparently Mrs. Stueck had heard my breakdown yesterday, because she didn't wake me up for school. I stayed in bed for the rest of the day, despite my stomach growling menacingly at me.

Later that day, there was a small knock at the door....
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"What?" I squeaked. My whole world felt like it was tumbling down. This could not be happening. Heidi patted me reassuringly on the shoulder.

"Sorry, but it's true. I saw him hanging out with this one girl. Her name's Claire... You can ask Mateo; he saw him," she said sadly. I shook my head, but she just nodded. "I heard him say that he was only going out with you because he pitied you." I frowned and left, not wanting to hear more. I wasn't sure it was because of how ridiculous it was, or if I was afraid she was right.

Finally later in the day, I saw Blake. He was talking to Mateo again. I...
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The next morning, I unlocked the three deadbolts on my door, and sneaked downstairs. I could hear Dad snoring from his room, and if that didn't wake him I don't know what could. Still, I walked around on my tip toes and ate breakfast super quick. I was out of the house over an hour earlier than I usually leave. Since school didn't start for about an hour and a half, I decided to just walk around. The air was cool and crisp, and I saw my breath as I exhaled. There was cold dew on the grass and the birds began to sing quietly. It was a perfect spring morning.

I ended up at the park, the one Aubrey...
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Morgan Sterns was sipping up the last drips of her coffee. She was going to need every last drop if she was going to work late enough to finish all of her reports. She had reports on all kinds of things. Serial killers, counterfeiters, asassination attempts, the list went on and on.
Why do the FBI get handed everything, she wondered. But what she really wanted to know was why she was the one always stuck with work when most of the other agents and anaylists were just standing around telling jokes and drinking coffee. Morgan got back to her seat and pushed her almond hair out of her eyes and...
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Where Does The Creation Of A Great Story Begin? by Scott Myers via FilmCourage.com.
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We decided to camp out by a near forest with a small waterfall by it. My burnt hair from the fire was irritating me so I decided to wash my hair in the waterfall. The water was cold, but I didn't care. Bruno felt my hair. I smiled warmly. I said like I wasn't a helper " So, where are your parents?' He said " Well, after I was born, a witch stole my mother, killed her, and I have no dad. So I'm an orphan" I thought ' I wish he could tell, he wouldn't have to do this, he wouldn't have to tell me bad mermories.' " I love you." said Bruno. " I love a person for a person." 'Well, I'm not a person. Im a helper! Why can't you tell? Im a helper! I love a person for a person too! But you're not a person! But I love you!'Bruno said he would go out to the forest to get get some food. After my hair was washed, I sat down. Why can't he tell I'm a helper? But then, I heard a scream in the woods. I could tell who it was.... Bruno.
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School.

A bundle of laughs for the bitches in the back row, hell for the one at the front, who can hear every single rude remark that's being made about them. That person could be anyone. The class nerd, emo, the one that's not as intelligent as most, anyone that's different from the rest of the crowd, whether it be to do with interests, sexuality, weight, height, appearence etc. They're not always classified as 'different'. Sometimes it's just because someone doesn't want to be friends with a bully, someone who wants to stand their ground and make friends with good people. Like me.

So how come,...
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Eh, not entirely sure where I'm going with this. Just figured I'd post what I have, and see what people think.
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------It's your senior year and your standing on the sidelines of the football field. Your back is to the opposing marching band –who currently has the field -- which means you're facing the crowd. These people (all three-hundred of them) are serious about this. They aren't like the people who go to the regional competitions. No, this is state, and the people who come to watch are very serious...
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