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posted by Claudia4599
They always sinabi that I was a bit mad.

I guess that’s why I hear bumble bees and geckos talking to me, and not about allergies or how to save money on my car insurance.

You see my dad and my mom is traveling the world for fun. My dad got me some teachers just for me so I won’t have to be in school with the normal kids. But I think it would be fun. I could have real mga kaibigan instead of no one. Also I could also see some real doctors about some of the things that I think of. They are strange. My fathers doctors say that I am perfectly fine, don’t worry, mentally fine, ect., I don’t believe any of it.

Every night I walk out into the rose garden, and look at the bulaklak in the darkness. The world looks better without the harsh light playing tricks on you. Tonight as I walked out something caught my eye, a rabbit. I had never seen a rabbit this late at night so I followed it. After the rabbit and I left the garden, The Rabbit stood up on his hind legs and looked at his watch.

“Oh I am late, dear me, today is not going so well, is it now?” The rabbit sinabi shaking its head sadly, as he took a look at his wrist watch. He started to hop away sadly. I followed. This was one weird dream. Never before had I seen a rabbit with a wrist watch.

I followed the rabbit to a large whole hole in the ground under a large willow tree. That was strange, I never noticed the hole before.
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posted by shenelopefan
Lo que nunca podrá ser

"Tu… entiendes mi silencio

Sólo tú… conoces mis secretos

Sólo tú… comprendes cada gesto

Sólo tú…"

Apareces tú, la Oreja de van Gogh

Me voy a morir. Arrastro mi cuerpo, adormecido por el dolor en los pasillos de este horrible hospital. La sangre brota de mi cuerpo mientras presiono la herida cerca de mi estómago, dándome fuerzas para seguir. Yo sé que no merezco lo que ocurrió, pero también sé que es completamente mi culpa. Dicen que cuando uno está agonizando, ve pasar su vida frente a sus ojos, que los mejores momentos son recordados. Eso me está ocurriendo...
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posted by ZekiYuro
The puso has long been considered to be where feelings of pag-ibig dwell.In pag-ibig songs throughout the ages,love almost always goes together with the heart.The puso has continuously been viewed as the place where pag-ibig begins and develops.Even the Bible gives quote to pag-ibig and the heart.

The role of the puso in pag-ibig must come from what happens to it when a person feels strongly attracted to someone.The strong feelings for the other person,especially in the early stages of a relationship,have the results that the puso starts beating faster and breathing starts speeding up.

According to psychologists,a pag-ibig relationship is a situation that involves a lot of stress and the body reacts to this sa pamamagitan ng getting ready to face the unknown.This has veen called the 'fight or flight' reaction,meeting danger sa pamamagitan ng fighting it or running away.So with love,the puso accelerates and breathing becomes quick.
posted by para-scence
"Good mornin'," Micah sinabi as he arrived at the park; our usual meeting place. I stopped the ugoy just in time before I nearly kicked him in the face. We laughed.

"Sorry," I giggled. "Hey." He smiled and took a upuan in the ugoy susunod to me. My cheeks flushed as I thought over yesterday. I just had to know. "Um, Micah? What'd you want to tell me yesterday? I mean, before I had to leave." He furrowed his eyebrows, then frowned.

"Huh? Oh... It was nothing."

"Ok," I nodded.

We soon Nawawala track of time, and were almost late for school. Since we couldn't take the long way, we had to take the faster way,...
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posted by r260897
now standing on last araw of taon
i look back and see smiles and tears
somedays it was new too
somedays our mailboxes were filled with greetings
greetings of arrival of 01/01/2011
araw sa pamamagitan ng araw we got used to
night sa pamamagitan ng night we got close
so many starts so many ends
so many left so many got friends
learnt so much taught so much
learnt to smile learnt to give
learnt to die learnt to live
with loads of hugs and kisses
bye bye 2011
susunod time we'll say
"damn our puso still misses
THE 2011"
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.they wanted a longer artikulo :P
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posted by coolie
The palace was the equivalent of wonderland. The wind in the palace brushed the grand trees as if it were van Gogh painting a famous piece of art. The exotic inside of the palace was like a gigantic version of the Mona Lisa. When you’d sit in the king’s, comfortable, couches, you’d sink in the couches depth of fluffy pillows like an abandon sailboat sinking under water.
The king and reyna were once looking out of the balcony to view their beautiful ocean, when the ocean sliced through the rocks as if it were a sharp silver-bladed sword.
“Ohm ‘goshith ‘royallith ‘Charlessith,”...
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posted by EmzLovesCheryl
I saw a boy today
He was beautiful and tall,
He had dark straggly hair
And he was hunched over small.
He had gorgeous blue eyes
And a cute little grin,
A good taste in clothes
And honey coloured skin.

He glanced in my direction
That made me blush,
He winked from over the road
And I laughed in spite of myself.
He grinned madami widely
Quickly glanced around,
Shoved his phone in his pocket
And made his way towards.

Before I even knew it
He was saying 'hey',
I stammered a response
Not knowing what to say.
He didn't seem to mind
In fact his dimples raised,
He started talking smoothly
Asking for my name.

He told me he was...
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posted by tyranitarfan
“I think you should sleep more, madam,” Lavender Chris said.
Lavender was a fifteen taon old girl, with a cute freckly face, long black hair and blue eyes. Her twin, April, was sitting susunod to her. A neighbour, Carla Pleasant, was sitting in front of them. And between them stood a table.
“For how many hours do you sleep?” Lavender asked. “Around five,” Carla said. April sighed. “Lavender’s right,” she said, “You don’t sleep at all. You know, lack of sleep can lead to diabetes, blood pressure, depression and God knows what all problems! And you don’t sleep! That’s why...
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posted by teamsalvatore98
Andrea ran out from the old mansion, breathing hard, but wanting to get as far away from the wretched place as possible. "Stupid peices of SHIT!" she yelled into the night, at the moon. "Andrea!" a voice called. But to Andrea, it wasn't a voice. It was the voice. The voice belonged to Joshua. Joshua, who she'd walk through endless Hell to get to. But alas, she would never have him. Their worlds were too different. She turned around, her hair like a bright red flame blowing gently in the night. "Josh, what the hell are you doing? Stalking me?" She sinabi it with madami poison than intended, but...
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added by SymmaGirl2
She wanted to know what else he thought about her, and refused to stop pagbaba no matter how painful its effect would be.
He sinabi you are in med school. That made me happy since I was there too, though against my welling. I thought that you are passionate and caring, that you are loving and want to help everyone. I didn’t even know you and I drew you in my mind like an angel the same way you looked to me. I forgot in that minuto all what my father told me, and all what I learned about not being fooled with appearances, though I was, all my life, very careful with choosing my friends. But...
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posted by odekanmi
What do you want in life?,
That's a good tanong I've been asking since God knows when,
I'm a teenager,proudly
Being a teenager isn't that bad, believe me
It isn't like pasko in for many years again...7 years,
7 good years,
Imagine...,
It takes the grace of God not to do anything rash that you would regret for the rest if your life.
Thinking,
Asking yourself the same question,#"How could I've been so stupid?"
Stupid? that doesn't qualify it,
Its madami like a gigantic fool,
Sorry the bible told me not to use that word on humans,
I guess stupid would do then,
But I'm happy not to be stupid then'
Like I sinabi it takes the grace of God,
What do I want in life?,
To be able to "dwell in the house of the Lord all the days of my life, to behold the beauty of the Lord and to en-quire in His temple"- Psalm 27:4
posted by ToEkNeE
I woke up as usual. But there was something about today that was going to change. Unusual. I stumbled out of bed, opening my eyes to darkness. I wouldn't need to expect sunlight just yet. I clumsily found my way to the bathroom to take my shower.
For some reason, I wanted extremely hot water. Usually, I would have tepid water on, but this time, the water was blazing. The water beat my back with an intensity far beyond a human could ever intake. It was like hail was being shot at my skin, with a beat to it. The burning was far worse. When every droplet hit my skin, there would suddenly be a sharp...
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