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Pagsulat One Screenplay In 12 Days And Another In 9 Days sa pamamagitan ng William C. Martell at Story Expo 2014 via linkFor madami videos, please visit link
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posted by coriann
The window. It was open ever so slightly. If I could just slide through without making any sounds I could do this. And I did. I fell onto the concrete bit of floor with no railings. The sun was out now. Shining bright. I looked down, way down, way down at the light green trees in the car park. Just then I got an idea (the car park)
A police car flew by. Moss green with its black and brown spots and broad wings. I took a glance at the pistols. Guns, that's what i needed. But how was I supposed to get down from there? The police car flew closer. I knew what I had to do. I got up and shook myself...
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posted by amethyst44
I was born, yet I felt as though I lived before.

I breathed, though I struggled for the air that would keep me sane.

I ate pagkain and drink, but I still craved for more.

I slept, but I was still awake and pulsing with energy inside.

I made my first friend, but I knew I would have to say goodbye sometime.

I felt fear, even though my head was streaming with it already beforehand.

I felt joy, yet my body ached of pain and sorrow.

I wept, but my tears tasted of sweet wine instead of seasalt.

I ran through the light of the morning sun, though my spirit raced into the wild night.

I dreamed of bayani and happiness, knowing however that it was an illusion upon waking up.

I looked into eyes of beauty, only to see them wash away the susunod day.

I fell weak and frail, but my spirit strengthened the loss.

I reached for hands of help, only to have them drag me down.

I closed my eyes, to see the light.

...to thus being born again...
posted by Pirate_4_life
Chapter one

Her mind replayed the images. The dark eyes staring into hers, his hair hanging over his forehead. The soft curve of his mouth as he whispered the inaudible words. The same guy that had filled her dreams for the last week and a half. Her thoughts completely focused on trying to figure out what those words were, and madami importantly who he was. Usually she could always place a name with a face yet here she drew a complete blank. Maybe, she decided, he doesn’t even exist. It was only a dream after all. A figment of her imagination created to distract her from the far from exciting...
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posted by juicyjossy9
1. Practice kindness and gratitude with everyone, including yourself, everywhere and every day, it's great for the soul!
2. The most important sex organ is the brain.
3. Life is too short to waste time hating anyone.
4. Don't take yourself so seriously. No one else does.
5. We all have been born. We all have to die. What's in between is up to us to create.
6. You don't have to win every argument. Agree to disagree.
7. Cry with someone. It's madami healing than crying alone.
8. Stop listening to the words you've heard, no one but yourself will agree with you more.
9. Save for retirement starting...
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posted by kayleebabee
umm uy guys sorry i have not posted anything in so long I got major Pagsulat block and had to wait untill all of my expertise came back to me.

I seek a release
from the pain that I feel
Inside my puso there is only
Anger, betrayal and sadness!

Lonliness is a terrible thing
with no-one to see the state that Im in
my head is spinning think im gonna be sick
oh please god
send me someone I can relate to

I cant trust my mum shes to far gone
cant trust my dad hes just an asno
If i cant trust my family who can i trust?

Inside my chest is a hole
where my puso once was
My mum cruelly tore it out
and then stamped all over it!
I was only a child
burdened with adult responsibilities!

and inside that hole
If you can see past all of the scars
you will see my suppresed heart!
A Screenwriter Should Look At A Pitch Meeting Like A First petsa sa pamamagitan ng Scott Kirkpatrick via linkFor madami videos, please visit link
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chapter four
music says it all

we were running late the araw after it had been a great night and sa pamamagitan ng the smile on becs face she enjoyed it too. she tol me last night how tom had asked her out and always liked her but not know what to say.
it was weird in a way talking to becca it was like i knew her, like i knew her from some place but not knowing where.
"hey what do you have first?" i couldn't help asking i wanted to know if she would be in my music and i missed her or something
"ermm... art first you?"
"music" she must have heard the exsitment in my voice cause she gave me a queastion mak face....
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posted by HaleyDewit
We're blind to another one's pain
'Cause we refuse to see
We're deaf to another one's cries
'Cause we refuse to hear
We're dumb to another one's comfort request
'Cause we refuse to speak

But our eyes are wide open
To see another one's mistake
Our ears are open
To hear abouth another one's mistakes
And we can speak
To judge about another one's mistakes

We think we know everything
But we don't know anything
We're ready to judge
But we'd better look in the mirror

Making mistakes is proof your human
Turning your back on those who make them, not so much

He who's without sin,cast the first stone
What hast thou done unto my heart?
Unto my soul what hast become?
When I met thee at the very start,
I knew I could not tell my mum.

Thy language foul, it bothered me,
But I saw through thy ettiquit.
I had seen thine sincerity.
Our conversations my araw lit.

What hast thou done unto my heart?
Unto my soul what hast become?
When I met thee at the very start,
I knew I could not tell my mum.

For hours we would sit and talk.
Secretly I admired thee.
My pain I let thee block.
I wanted to know if thou didst too pag-ibig me.

What hast thou done unto my heart?
Unto my soul what hast become?
When I met thee...
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The Week After A Screenwriter Finishes A Screenplay Is A Week Of Mourning sa pamamagitan ng Lee Jessup at Story Expo via link For madami videos, please visit link
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posted by inexplicable
I would never have thought that I would ever be here again.
But it still had come to that anyway. I was in the first floor of my old school which I have attended four years nakaraan again. It was still the same. Only the doors were painted newly the corridor, the walls. I heard noises from the gymnasium. I circulated to the third floor to look whether the theater group listed there today. I passed sa pamamagitan ng the keep fit room, where I still had had lessons four years nakaraan once and I had got back the feeling for a short moment to be I myself. How it still have been me four years nakaraan and HE was the only one...
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How Does A Writer Distinguish A Movie Idea From A telebisyon Idea? sa pamamagitan ng John Truby via www.FilmCourage.com.
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How To Write A Cliffhanger For A telebisyon ipakita sa pamamagitan ng John Truby via www.FilmCourage.com.
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Writers use sentence fragments for emphasis and other stylistic reasons, but over using incomplete sentences confuses the reader. You also should avoid incomplete sentences in academic or professional writing. The three major components of a complete sentence are a subject, verb and complete idea

Check for Grammatical Completeness



The two basic components of a complete sentence are a subject and a verb. Although these two things don't always make a complete sentence, grammatical completeness is a good place to start to avoid incomplete sentences. The verb is the action that takes place, and...
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posted by Me_Iz_Here
Depressing, COMPLETELY FICTIONAL story I wrote.

“My mother ruined my life.” You hear girls say that all the time. It’s never true. Unless you ask me. My mother truly ruined my life. Not in the way you would expect a sixteen taon old girl to say that. I genuinely meant it.
I remember sobbing that day. When we got back from the doctor, sobbing my eyes out. I hated her. I hated my mother with a passion.
I looked down at my newly flat stomach. I missed the bump there. The bump that I had indicating an unborn child. The child that I loved and vowed to care for. Until my fucking mother made...
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CHAPTER ONE
I’m attacked sa pamamagitan ng a demon puppy
I was sitting on the floating dock at selyo Harbor Beach. I came here to think. This dock usually floated at high tide but it was low tide so the dock was just sitting on the sand. The smells of low tide floated into my nose. I had grown accustom to this smell, seeing as though I came here very often. It was the smell of isda and lobster.

Today, I had come here to wonder what was wrong with my life. My mother had died when I was 2 years old so I was too young to remember, but every night I strained all the energy out of my brain trying to remember her....
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There’s this chick called Princess Alyssia Renesmee III (Alyss). She’s the princess (obviously :). At the start she has a best friend who she’s been mga kaibigan with since they were mga sanggol called Charlotte. She ended up being her maidservant though coz her parents were killed. Alyss lives in the kastilyo with her parents the king and reyna (obviously) and boyfriend/ fiancé, James. He keeps knicken off on ‘business’. Alyss doesn’t actually suspect anything, she’s just sad that she never gets to see him. She’s also known him since they were really little, and she’s supposed to marry...
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