लेखन Club
शामिल होइए
Fanpop
New Post
Explore Fanpop
लेखन
added by
आइकन
लेखन
paper
image
posted by Cries_Bloodlova
Part one
love
Laughter filled the air as I ate the last reminders of रोटी with the प्यार of my life. Iza Reffile. We sat outside on the corner away from most people like the way we always did. It was moments like this that I wish would last forever. But they don’t. Iza was a very shy the girl who never कहा a word to anybody not even me. I remember the night that we met. a cold rain fell. I was walking from the bakery. it was late at night. Most people where in there beds asleep. When I start to here yelling.
The yelling was vicious and loud. Then a little girl about four years younger then...
continue reading...
posted by tayandkris4evr
I woke up feeling groggy. My eyes were swollen from crying, and my head felt like it'd been hit with a sledge hammer a couple of times. Niki's head was on my shoulder, his blonde hair was dry now, and his eyes were also swollen and pink.
I slowly put Niki's head on a soft trash bag then I scooted out from the hollow tree's cover. Standing there in the forest made me realize something. It made me realize that sometimes Death brings sadness and sometimes it brings a reason, a meaning, या a story. Niki कहा that he'd burned the tree... with his hands. But, I'm not sure if that's true at all....
continue reading...
posted by whitelion
love, a word that can bring much joy या much pain
it can put the दिल at ease या under strain
and as that word to each other we spoke
it made our hearts complete and not broke

a feeling unlike any other i felt
as आप heavenly eyes made my दिल melt
आप were always the one, i could tell
cause from the moment i saw आप in प्यार i fell

the words to describe आप a poet can never posses
आप were always the one that was hard to impress
आप wanted और than कविता and फूल could give
because only on true प्यार your दिल could live

to capture my दिल for आप it only took
one moment one smile and one unforgettable look
posted by BennieBear27
Protako
Prologue

There were at least 100 other children, including my brother, in the room. I saw two girls with light brown hair and green eyes stood a few feet away. One of them was clinging onto the other's arm.

"Jacob," I tugged my twin brothers arm. "Let's go say hi to those girls!" I pointed to them.

He nodded. We walked over to the girls.

"Hi!" Jacob कहा to them. "I'm Jacob! This is my brother, Milo." I smile.

"Hi! I'm Luna." The girl in my right said. Her कमीज, शर्ट was blue, whereas her sisters was red.

"I'm Kyla..." The girl who was clinging to Luna कहा quietly. She didn't meet our eyes...
continue reading...
added by segafan
added by segafan
added by segafan
added by segafan
posted by KatiiCullen94
my thoughts at the moment..

1.
i dont know what people see anymore.
i think और people decide what it is they really saw, jsut to make them feel better.
Because anything can be anything आप want it to be.

2.
i dont think आप relize it when your changing, because your always feeling normal, its takes someone to look at you, that someone doesn't have to know you, to tell आप your wrong about self.

3.
The biggest mistake आप can make it letting someone too close, because like newtons first law, one will continue to do whatever it is doing unless a force interuppts. That force can be anything....
continue reading...
 Edgar Allen Poe - #1
Edgar Allen Poe - #1
Okay, so this is a countdown of my most प्रिय authors of all time. It goes from igood #10 to magnficient #1.

I am also so happy for myself because this is technically my first work of लेखन that I will soon publish.....

Alright, here it is;

1. Edgar Allen Poe - He has had a rough life filled with death, grief, abandonment, and misery, and his ways to cope with these difficult emotions were his magnificent stories and peoms that we enjoy to this day. Also, he and I can relate...
2. Stephen King - He has this enigmatic personality that makes आप wonder and puzzle, and he's a bit of an oddball...
continue reading...
added by terra_rocker
Source: not mine
posted by June4
A family who lives on a boat
Doesn’t want land but water to float.
Sometimes afraid to sink down
Of many holes they have around.
All what’s left is hope and faith.
A girl on the नाव is very sick,
But the thoughtless father’s brain never gave a kick.
Never thought about what would happen,
That’s why they’re लॉस्ट with a big reason.
All what’s left is 35 feet of rope and faith.
Believing in your heart,
There is a big feeling where to start
Never give it up nor never have enough.
आप know what आप want,
आप know some things that आप can’t have.
All what’s left is hope and faith.
added by shubzGswag
It pulsed rhythmically like a beating दिल across the horizon. I guess that makes sense considering it looked like the solitary line on a दिल monitor, radiating नारंगी, ऑरेंज as it zigzaged up and down. I've been here before; Level 1, Dark Space. I don't know how I knew, I don't even remember being here before...I just know I have. Despite the darkness, and there was plenty to go around, I knew from somewhere that it was my प्रिय level. The candimals bought small and soft light, which was enough for me. I touched the flame as I always did, it never hurt nor left any burns. At the brush of my...
continue reading...
posted by FanFictionsOnMe
I shrug my shoulders. "I'm being honest with you.I never did it.Why don't आप believe me?" The police men grab my arms and lift me up high. All I can feel is their clinched wrists and heavy weight under me. They drawn me to the Lab Emergency Room,and...gave me a thick shot with Ketamine inside. A drug that makes your memory leave आप and passed out. It did so to me.



I hear footsteps coming from the metal door and woke me up. I thought it was a dream at first site of this morning. The step's sounds came closer and closer. I'm half asleep and I don't remember anything. How to talk. How to eat....
continue reading...
added by Andressa_Weld
posted by Cries_Bloodlova
Chapter 1
The party
“Eliza come on down its time to get ready!” my dad yelled from down stairs. Today was some sort of party and my dad was dragging me into it. To be honest I rather stay घर and read I ran down stairs in my underwear. My dad dressed me in a poofy baby blue dress with tights underneath. He put black shoes that where shiny and open at the चोटी, शीर्ष with a strap that went an across and a small heel on my feet. He did my bronze colored hair so that it was no longer flat; it had some poofy volume to it. Then he walks to a mirror.
“Look at this eye candy.” I कहा my father laughs....
continue reading...
added by CathCuddy
Source: गूगल