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posted by mrgoyal
I always wanted wewe to ask me zaidi about myself, just like I always asked about wewe but wewe never did that and I hated it

I always wanted wewe to make up my mood whenever I get mad on wewe but just one sorry that's what wewe always alisema and wewe just always left after that and I hated it ( Do wewe remember how many times I asked sorry and how many times I tried hard to make up your mood even if you're a little upset, I wasn't even able to sleep properly at nights when wewe were upset )

I always wanted wewe to ask me about my family and my Marafiki just like I always asked about yours but wewe never did...
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posted by TeamRosalieHale
4: Cast It Out

IT was beyond satisfied with the amount of Wanyonya damu IT had found and killed in such a short time. IT would never have guessed that so many lived down south. Yet already IT had made IT’s way through zaidi Wanyonya damu than IT could count.
IT stopped and stood still-listening to the sounds around. IT could still sense the ones IT had left behind in Washington-the two female and the slightly larger group that was all male. IT took in a breath and considered for a minute.
IT decided to head back north-work IT’s way through Mexico, finishing off the ones IT had not been able to find,...
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The Hero's Journey Is Not A Formula - Christopher Vogler via FilmCourage.com.
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Every Great Scene Has These 3 Elements - Jen Grisanti via FilmCourage.com.
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posted by missceleb86
Why do we complain about the unfairness of life?
We have been stroked kwa its handle, not felt its sharp knife.
Our hearts moan because we do not have the latest iPhone.
But have we stopped to see the cries of those without a home?
They come to our doors desperate for help.
But all we do is dismiss them with a rude yelp.
"Be not harsh to the orphan and the needy" says our Lord.
But some of us do not heed this and whip them with a steel rod.
Though the whole world we cannot feed.
We should not refrain from doing a good deed.
And prevent from drowning in a pool of greed
posted by I_love_Mikey
Are the nights getting too long?
Are the lights getting turned off?
Are the curtains being shut?
And are wewe the one shit out of luck?

Is it wewe being pushed around?
Is it wewe begging to be found?
Is it his cologne that waters your eyes?
au is it the fact that wewe remember all of the lies?

Was it wewe tied down onto his bed?
Was it wewe screaming at the site of his head?
Was it wewe who was crying all of those nights?
And the was it the fact that no one noticed, that helped wewe remain alright?

Do wewe regret ever meeting him,
au was it a lesson well-learned?
Do wewe regret ever helping him?
For your skin is now burned.
Do wewe regret ever kissing him?
'Cause it your body penetrated,
and used for abuse.
Yet you've pretended not to care;
wewe just tie up a noose.
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posted by Cries_Bloodlova
Chapter 1
The Alien
Holding this girl in my arms never felt so…wrong. The things I had to do so I could go back home.
Home
The word never sounded any sweeter. I miss every it every day. It sucks to be stuck hear on this miserable plant in this miserable place. I no longer want to be here. But I must if I want to see the one I upendo the most my precious darling Piea. He must be missing me ever so much. I miss him to. I let go of Eliza and look her in her bright blue eyes. I brush her bronze color hair. And kiss her soft plush lips. She was everything I guy could want. Her hair, her lips, her eyes,...
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posted by jannah_heaven
roses are red
violets are blue
when i flush the toilet
i remember you. . .


wewe who speak of beautiful words
when at my back wewe have this sharp swords
delighted kwa how wewe praise me
set me on moto is what you'd like to see

what's even funnier is that i've done nothing to you
i'm just being me and there's nothing wewe can do :P


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a short poem for the haters ;)
loveyall,, ya make me famous!!!! :*
posted by Insight357
“Get out of my house!” my mother shrieked at me from the other side of the kitchen.
    I watched her with wide, blue eyes as she pointed at me with the tip of her butcher’s knife. My cheeks flamed red with embarrassment, shame, and a tinge of anger. “Mom, I-”
    “Mrs. Shortts, you’re overreacting about this. Landon has no control over who he is attracted to,” Bane, my best friend Skylar’s father, said.
    “Butt out,” I hissed glancing over at him.
    Bane gave me an icy glare, but alisema nothing....
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posted by xXxEmoRAwRxXx
My soul burned deep in agony, as the tears and blood dripped down hitting the floor, I grabbed the kisu one last time. I looked at Chris, begging for mercy, I lift up the kisu and stabbed him one last time. "What, have I done?" I asked to myself. "I'm a murderer, how am I going to explain this, to Jamie? Chris touched me in a inappropriate manner, so I gutted him to death?" I alisema to myself. There was a soft knock at the door. I had a mini moyo attack. "Just a moment," I responded to the knock. Struggling, I pulled Chris under my kitanda and got the swifter and mopped and washed my hands. There...
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posted by yamiXyugi
The sky was growing dark when it all happened. I was strolling through the park, the same as any day. I was alone, all alone. i looked up to find not one wingu in the sky.
'Night already?' I thought. I looked at my watch. 3:00 pm it read. "That's odd," I said. I decided to go nyumbani then.
As I made my way home, things got weirder. There were no cars on the mitaani, mtaa and no lights on in any of the apartment buildings.
I turned down an allyway, my usual way home, when I felt an unatural tugging sensation in my gut. I didn't know why, but i was suddenly walking in the complete opposite direction of my house.
It felt like my body was under someone else's control. I started jogging, then running.
"Stop it!" I yelled. I tried to force my legs to stop moving, but as soon as I tried, I felt a searing pain go from my forehead to the base of my spine. I screamed and everything went black.
posted by RuBB3rDuckie
Dear The-One-I’m-Glad-I-Never-Kept

I smile now, not like before. It seems like after wewe had hurt me, I got over wewe pretty quick, I guess I never really loved wewe and wewe were a waste of my time, and when wewe left I think part of me was relieved, I wasted my time crying, I guess I was blind.

That smile there, on my face, he put it there. Remember those three months wewe had put me down, made me cry, and I was still stupid enough to stay? He re-wrote that in two, he replaced my permanent frown, with a smile.

Do wewe remember that siku I was crying, and I had went to wewe with support? Today I still...
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posted by coolie
The Haunted Playground
    Why couldn’t I come here? Mom wouldn’t explain why. I came here everyday! It seemed like Mom was hiding something from me. I was so mad, that as I walked away, her words seemed to blur and fade out as if they were never alisema in the first place. I ignored her, that’s why I was here in the playground.
    I loved this playground. Although it seems rusty and old, it was a well working playground. A large brick fence stood in the right, blocking what was any further. It was like a scarecrow telling wewe to stay back. I’ve always...
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