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Everyone was लेखन it down on their calenders as alerts of it popped up on the news, internet, and in big bold letters, on a newspaper! The time has come for it to be known to mankind and liked! The movie, Brenda and Luci's Night, was premiering on that weekend, the 25th of November.Everyone wanted to see it! There had been commercials of it since August, and the stars had been anxious. Speaking of the "stars" Whose names were Hillisia Jones, and Ponya Kricketiz. They were bff's since the kindergarten, and now they were in 7th grade. They auditioned for the movie without the other knowing! They were astounded when they learned they were auditioning for the same movie. They were mad, but when Ponya got the letter she was Brenda, and Hillisia was Luci, they were overjoyed, and began screaming with cheers! Now they were in New York being filmed for the movie... wait for more!
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How A Screenwriter Can Cope With Negative Feedback On Their Screenplay द्वारा Barbara Nicolosi and Vicki Peterson of 'Notes to Screenwriters' via link For और videos, please visit link
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“Even as a child I had a wild imagination. A younger child, I should say. I’m only sixteen now, so I could be considered a child to some. Oh, द्वारा the way, my name is Sarah Way. I live in a small town called Ammarion. It’s a growing town found in Idaho. It’s in Idaho, if that tells आप anything.” Sarah began. “I’m here to tell आप my story. I know आप are skeptical about magic, but आप won’t be after hearing my story.”
    I’d like to drag आप back in time with me. We only need to go back to last summer. School had just gotten out and I had ample plans...
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लेखन One Screenplay In 12 Days And Another In 9 Days द्वारा William C. Martell at Story Expo 2014 via linkFor और 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 खाना 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 हीरोस 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 अगला 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 और 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. आप don't have to win every argument. Agree to disagree.
7. Cry with someone. It's और healing than crying alone.
8. Stop listening to the words you've heard, no one but yourself will agree with आप more.
9. Save for retirement starting...
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posted by kayleebabee
umm हे guys sorry i have not पोस्टेड anything in so long I got major लेखन 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 दिल 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 नितंब, गधा
If i cant trust my family who can i trust?

Inside my chest is a hole
where my दिल 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 आप can see past all of the scars
आप will see my suppresed heart!
A Screenwriter Should Look At A Pitch Meeting Like A First तारीख, दिनांक द्वारा Scott Kirkpatrick via linkFor और videos, please visit link
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chapter four
music says it all

we were running late the दिन after it had been a great night and द्वारा 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 आप have first?" i couldn't help asking i wanted to know if she would be in my संगीत and i missed her या 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 दिन 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 प्यार 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 द्वारा Lee Jessup at Story Expo via link For और videos, please visit link
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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 पूर्व 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 द्वारा the keep fit room, where I still had had lessons four years पूर्व once and I had got back the feeling for a short moment to be I myself. How it still have been me four years पूर्व and HE was the only one...
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