Writer's Club Club
Join
Fanpop
New Post
Explore Fanpop
In fear of what you'll see,
this mirror is a painting
colored with memories
of your dying life.

In death and pain,
you see it clear,
thou these memories
are suppressed by
the blaze of unseen days.

Days that crave for smile,
but buried by the darkness
of your own.

Your dying life is still here,
impersonal and black,
this clock shows no time
for you, for your time has
stopped a long ago.

In memories of old,
you feed your tortured soul
with the same smell that
smothers your thoughts,
as your figure is terrified
to see your dying will.
The mirror has been covered
with curtain for years,
for your eyes are never going
to be able to see
this dying life within.
posted by vampirefreak_26
The beginning…

The prophesy foretold that every 1000 year a child will be born on a full moon, this child will have the gift of controlling the fifth element of nature, Spirit, the child will be the one that will unite the other four elements these are the Dragomirs controllers of fire, the Obrians controllers of earth, the Petrosias controllers of wind, the Nereidas controllers of water and the last family the Petrovs into which the child will be born. This child will not only unite them but also destroy the evil that lurks and prays on the weak. But in order to do so the five elements must be one, only that can the evil be destroyed for good until than it will enslave the weak and control them.
added by robinfanforever
added by robinfanforever
added by robinfanforever
posted by rahulshingtee
I know you’re in pain. It hurts in ways you can’t even begin to describe and even if you could, no one seems to want to listen.
Sure, people care and try to help… for a time… but when you don’t seem to be getting any better, after a while, they get tired of listening… Eventually it becomes easier to keep it all inside.
I know you feel like it will never get better and you’ll never be okay again. It’s been like this for so long now that you think if things were ever going to change they would have by now so this is how it’s always going to be… but it’s not. I promise it’s...
continue reading...
added by robinfanforever
added by robinfanforever
added by robinfanforever
added by robinfanforever
Prologue
She never knew she had an uncle until her parents died. It’s strange how- sometimes in life when you lose important people in your life you gain some more.
Her mother and father died in a house fire. No one knew how it started except the one daughter who managed to survive.
But she was in no state to tell. She suffered mild burns but her mind suffered worst of all. She never spoke again.
She was kept in hospital for six months but eventually she was packed off to her uncle Scipio. She was thirteen years old and many said it was a crime sending a child off to such an evil man as Scipio....
continue reading...
added by robinfanforever
The Most Powerful Story A Screenwriter Tells Is The One They Tell Themselves by Cecilia Najar at Story Expo via FilmCourage.com
video
writing
screenwriting
script
author
screenplay
writer
books
added by robinfanforever
added by robinfanforever
added by robinfanforever
added by robinfanforever
added by robinfanforever
added by robinfanforever
added by robinfanforever
added by robinfanforever