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One of Scotland's most active centenarians,Lady Morton,has been a driver for nearly 80 years,although she has never taken a driving test.But last week she had her first ever accident-she hit a traffic island when she took her new car for a drive in Edinburgh.

Lady Morton,who celebrated her 100th birthday in July,was given the Nissan Micra as a surprise present.Yesterday she talked about the accident.'I wasn't going fast,but I hit a traffic island.I couldn't see it,because it had no lights,which I think is ridiculous.But I am all right and luckily my car wasn't badly damaged.'

In spite of the accident,she is not planning to stop driving.'Some people are just born to drive,and I think I am one of them.I've never taken a test,but I've been a good driver since the first time I got in a car.I'm musical,so I listen to the sound of the car to know when to change gear.Some people are very rude-they ask me if I'm still driving at my age.It really annoys me.'

Lady Morton bought her first car in 1927.The main change she has noticed since then is the traffic.'It's appalling.I don't mind it,because I am experienced,but I feel very sorry for the beginners.'
posted by Fangirl99
another monday,at waysway high school. Vanessa for hated school for mainly for 1 reason. susan.katie.ashlee.the meanest,popular,and prettiest girls in the school.they always taunt vanessa for being different. people thought ashe was different for her personality,but,that wasnt the only reason.
there was only one girl who didnt care if she was different.kylie.kylie was the smartest gilr in school,thats why she got made fun of. she was a nerd. though she had no braces,gloasses,or anything.in fact,vanessa thought kylie was prettier than susan,ashle,or katie.
People think they know vanessa,but,they dont,not yet. she had a very terrible,scary,and strange experiance.when you hear it,it may seem like a dream,but,its all true.its not a lie.its not a tall tale.its a true story. 100% true
this the satory of Vanessa Colorado.
The four of them started walking straight ahead, if this was a large creature you’d think you could spot the thing. Grito said they can be quite the handful and we can’t kill it, just capture it. “See anything yet?” Opal Asked. “Grass, lots and lots of grass” Marley Answered. After giving Marley an evil look, they continued through the field. Little did they know, this field, was no normal flied. “It’s about time, right?” Parvulo Asked. As Grito washed his face, he answered “Yeah, the field will break apart soon”. Just after Grito spoke the ground shook. “What was that?...
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We have to distrust each other. It is our only defence against betrayal.

Tayce’s p.o.v

The rest of the day was just as devastating at the morning. The poor juniors didn’t get to train today for obvious reasons; I sighed and sat down next to Justin on the couch. His head was still stuck in paperwork of this all. He put the paper down and looked to me. “How do you feel?” he asked, I laughed and then rolled my eyes. He wasn’t saying the right thing but it was sweet. “Like crap, I feel like the floor has been ripped from under me” I told him, he smiled and put his hand on top of mine....
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posted by Sweet_Pants
We're all human.
We're all human.
A/N: This is not much my type of writing style, but I'm going to try it out. Hope you like it. Please rate !

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This is a new day, a fine clear sky

Trades the sun to mock our sight

With these eyes, I see no blue



He’s clutching my arm, and yelling

Yelling what? I don’t know

But I’m falling, we’re falling

Falling into a hole, digging our my souls up

For someone else to find

If this is what I get for having one

I don’t want it anymore



And there are rose-less thorns

Biting my hand,

It hurts, and I’m crying

You’re hurt, and you’re dying

I don’t know...
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My passport seemed to be taking so long to be ready. And Ema’s cousin seemed to be taken by the beauty and charm in Europe. I had a life that didn’t mean anything, sleep, eat, and drink. Not even working. It’s been two weeks since I’m in Robert’s house. Ema visited me whenever she could. I didn’t dare to walk two steps after the front door of the house or the next thing I’d be seeing is me on the ground, my hands behind my head and taken to prison to spend probably the rest of my life in it.
Among everything I didn’t have the slightest feeling of guilt. I thought I was right...
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posted by BellaSwan636
Serena

Kayla was raped in her own house.

What's more, her dad is reported to have committed suicide. Before he even heard that his own daughter needed him.

When I was little, I always had the blind faith in my mom. That she would always know which way to turn on the road. That if we got lost, everything would be fine.

That she would never desert me. Like Kayla's father has.

The girl is slumped against the wall, crying. You'd think that you'd eventually run out of tears, but you don't. It's just that, after a while, maybe you just don't have the strength to carry on any more.

You can dry up the tears you see, but you can never dry up the tears your heart sheds. Because when you cry, your heart gives up a little piece of itself that will always grieve. Always. I have every reason to know.

I put my hand on her shoulder, and she doesn't shake it off.
posted by BiteMeCullen107
I could hear the TV on and I could smell the coffee. I wasn’t sure if I was dreaming or if I was just hallucinating over the fact that the man that has been stalking me, for what seems like my whole life, was in my apartment.
    I must be dreaming, my subconscious must have heard the TV on and brought that thought into my dream along with the coffee I made yesterday morning it must still be stuck in the air and did the same to my dream.
    I stretched my muscles, I was really stiff. It must have been because I got a lot of exercise yesterday at the...
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This is the other version I thought of. Honestly I like the other one better but it's good to think of two versions for a chapter. I think this version is shorter because I didn't want them to have the same dialogue.

I drag Elliot outside with such great force that he almost ran into me outside. I stop and let go with his arm
"What the hell was that all about? What is wrong with you?" I demand glaring at him
"Wrong with me? What is wrong with you?" he damands
"What do you mean?"
"I saw you in there drooling over serge like he was a plate of nachos,"
"Yeah so? I like him and he likes me....
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“There you are, man” Said Marley. Opal had blood dripping from her mouth; her eyes were shining red as the shadows off the tree darken her whole body. “Looks like we’re all done here, let’s move out before they wake up” Said Alec. Later on while Marley was lying on his bed, the same thought came across his mind, should the others know about their secret. “Marley, someone’s here for you” Said Marley’s mum. “Hey man””It’s us”. This is Lindsay and Slone Sudiro (Lindsay 14, Slone 12) Lindsay level is higher than Opals, Slone’s is no better than Nathan’s. They are...
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Why Bother To Write If No One Is Ever Going To Read It - Tony DuShane via FilmCourage.com.
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Why The Audience Hates Bad Dialogue - John Vorhaus via FilmCourage.com.
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The Best Day Of My Life (1 of Them)

I was at my uncle's house, waiting for my mom to come back. She was picking up my siblings from school. I was 4 yours old at the time. I was in my uncle's bedroom, as usual. And I was talking to him, as usual.

"Will, who's stuffed animals are on the bed?" I asked curiously. Of course that was a stupid question, but remember I was just a little girl. And I wasn't the brightest one eithier. My uncle spun around in his spinning chair and looked at me. "Mine. Why?" he had the nerve to ask. My uncle was the type of man that would give you the world if he could....
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This is a persuasive essay I had to write for my English class, I posted a forum asking for opinions on addressing the reader. I know it's a dangerous thing to do, but I thought it would be okay to do here. Opinions are great, I would love to here anything you have to say. Also, if I made any mistakes (i.e. spelling, grammar, puncuation) please point them out so I can fix them, thanks:D



Do you remember that feeling you'd get on the last day of school? Remember how excited you'd be to finally get to do those summer things like ride bikes with your friends, stay up all night planning pranks, and...
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Multi-Verse Allie
Multi-Verse Allie
Summary: Allie Jonas life is miserable.
She live with only one parent. Her mother is always sick.
Her father is doing who knows what.
What happens when an angel appears and gives her second chance in life.
A chance to have both parents and be happy.
But there's only one little flaw in having the perfect life.
She knows the future. Is it a gift or a curse?
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"Allison Margret, get up. We're going to be late," Renee Jonas said from the kitchen.

Fifteen minutes later, a seventeen year old girl walked into the kitchen, wear a short sleeve t-shirt, hoodie, blue jeans,...
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posted by axemnas
Role playing or Rping as most of the community calls it. Almost everyone's done it one way or another whether they realize it or not. Remember those days when you'd pretend you were a movie character or a prince/princess or a pirate or whatever. You were role playing in a since. Now days when you hear the word role playing you probably think things like War Craft, Star Craft, Nights and Dragons, Toontown, etc..
Something you've probably never figured however, is rping in relation to writing. Writing, that's all rping basically is. It's just writing a collaborative story from different points...
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Chapter 1
The miracle
It was over I only wanted my father and I could no longer have him. Yet again he was seduced by some girl. I never got what she met my “she was taking him away from me.” But I knew it met that I was going to be alone. Once again. That is a truth I could not handle I’ve been alone most of my life I didn’t want to be anymore. I just got my father back and no he is leaving me for some broad. I didn’t want to face the facts so I jumped of the roof of my house. The pain was excruciating but only lasted for a second. I sure thought I was dead when I open my eyes and...
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posted by rory2011
chapter (2)

john and carrie went to the museum ,they tried to find anything that give them some information about room 780 but sadly they didn't find much
the keeper saw them ,he know that something bad happened to them
the keeper call them "hey ,you", john and carrie "you meant us "
the keeper "yea ,follow me"
john and carrie followed the keeper they have no idea where they're going
the keeper entered carrie and john to his room
john asked "what you want from us?"
the keeper "your friend died? "
carrie" how did you know that?"
the keeper "oh come on this museum is suck no one visiting it ,and you...
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posted by Insight357
I hate you

But I just can’t seem to break you

Do I want you here?

Do I want you gone?



Everyone says your such a tease

But not to me

Are you real?

Are you fake?



Do I need to be

With this drama queen

You spout lies

No truth to be found



Why am I still

Trying to see the good in you?

Is it worth it?

Should I listen to them?



They tell me to go

Before I’m a victim

Of you mighty undoing

I won’t fall



I’ve made a promise

Can I keep it?

Will I leave?

Will I remain?



Promises

Sins

They all appear

The same



Lies

Sentences

Preach the

Difference



I’m listening to you

I can’t break you

I’m falling now

No one to catch me



Do I leave now

That I’ve fallen

Are you worth my time?

Am I worth this pain?



God, help me choose

For this is not my decision

Any longer

I’ve put my faith in my despair



Now show me the answer

Tell me what to do

Do I stay

Or do I leave you?