Crépuscule
Les roses s'épanouissent dans le ciel
Embrasant les épices d'orient
Illuminant les demoiselles
Et les nuages de safran
Les cieux s’enflamment
Les dieux on renversé leur vin
Ils couvrent de pourpre ma belle dame
Qui m’offre son sourire divin
Sa rousseur est splendide
Ses cheveux brûlent comme les étoiles
Et son digne visage est nimbé
Du plus ardent des voiles |
Petite fille cherche,
Un mari aimant.
Le seul qu'elle trouve
Est la guerre.
Seule,
Elle cherche la lumiere et la paix.
Tout comme vous et moi. |
Le ciel est bleu et dégagé
Je peux enfin voir l'horizon
Capturer par mon sang, je suis libre de mes mouvements
Je peux courir, sauter sans aucune chaîne à mes pieds.
Oh soleil, ciel et terre,je tu peux maintenant vous voir
Car ma vie m'appartient.
J'ai longtemps été prisonnier de toute cette haine.
Je suis désormais libre comme l'air.
Je suis libre ! oui libre!
Libre de Courir, libre de sauter, libre de voyager.
Je veux voyager partir dans des pays étrangers
M'exprimer, crier à tue-tête ce que je ressens.
Cette liberté que j'ai tant attendu m'appartient. |
J'ecris un livre alors allez a cette adresse
https://blog-city.info/fr/22530.php |
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voici un bout de mon livre:
Cher journal,
tu te demande pourquoi je t’écris encore après 3 mois dans le placard mais là c’est urgent !!!
Il y a des nouveaux au lycée et attend en plus ils sont mignons . Mais Carmen et Claire sont arrivées et on tout chamboulées …
Là Katherine ,une brune au reflets rouge,aux yeux dorés et le teint d’une surfeuse de Sydney,se retourne.Il y a Carmen,la blonde aux yeux verts,et Claire la plus gentille et la chinoise au cheveux long mais lisse,arrivent.
-T’as vu le blond est canon et il m’a fait un clin d’oeil!dit Carmen
-Oui mais le brun aussi malgré qu’il ne m’a pas fait.s’exclama Claire
-Ça va Claire!C’est que des garrr…
Katherine aperçoit l’un des garçons.Le blond en plus.Il est mate avec un visage parfait et grand !
-Hé ho Kath?T’es là?demanda Claire
-Oui je suis là et ils n’ont rien de charmants!dit-elle
-Qui n’est pas charmant?dit une voix masculine et inconnue
-Rien,rien,dit Carmen,des chamailleries de filles sur les gars.
Katherine se retourna et voit le beau blond qui la regarde et lui souris.Elle lui rendit son sourire qui n’échappe pas à Carmen.
-Je peut te parler Kath?
Katherine acquiesca et alla dans les toillettes.
-Tu te prends pour qui?La voleuse de mecs ?
-Mais non,il m’a souris et je le lui est rendu !Il y a du mal à ça?cria Kath
-Oui car a partir de maintenant tu n’a pas à lui parler ni même le regarder,est-ce clair ?
-Je fais se qui me chante et j’ai le droit de lui parler ou de le regarder!Tu n’es pas le centre du monde Carmen Enora Quitsy.explosa-t-elle.
-Mais si je le suis.répondit-elle
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Katherine se réveilla en sursaut.Le réveil indique 5h32.Une heure matinale se dit elle.Mais pourquoi a-t-elle rêvée de s’être disputée avec Carmen.Et le beau blond.Il a un frère mais pourquoi pense t-elle a ça.Ce n’est qu’un rêve après tout.
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Kath enfila un chemisier bordeaux avec un patte d’elf en jean et des sandalette à talons dorés et elle coiffa ses cheveux en un chinion dont des mèches dépassent.En se regardant dans le miroir du salon,elle vit des mèches rouges.Depuis toute petite,elle se trouve différente et se dit de faire des colorations car dans sa famille on est tous blonds!Quelqu’un frappa à la porte.Mais quand elle ouvrit,elle vit le blond qui était dans ses rêves.
-Salut.Tu es nouveau ici?demande t elle
-Salut,oui et je me demandais où est le lycée?demande t il d’une voix angélique
-C’est la 3ème rue à gauche au rond point.Je peut y emmener !
-Super,et en fait je m’appelle Jack je suis ton voisins d’en face !
-Cool j’arrive je vais chercher mon sac.s’écrit a t elle en se sentant bête de gâcher un moment pareil !
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Bonjour,
Je cherche des amies qui on 13 ans et qui aime les vampires ou anges surtout pas des zombies.Je regarde Vampire diaries,Mercredi ,Grey's anatomie ou Les Bridgerton.
Je veux etre ecrivaine .J'adore l'amerique du nord.
PS:Déso pour les fautes je veux juste ne pas me faire choper en perm! |
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 Hello everyone. I'm writer from Ukraine. My story telling about little kitty what was adopted by girl and her rottweiler Lord. This story based on my memories about time what I spent with my pets. In different time we have rottweiler, Caucasian Shepherd, Airdale and cats. But now I live without pets, because my apartment not for them. I wanna share my story with you, get new expereance and some critics. Sometimes I write poems on Ukrainian, and if someone interested, I can give him link.
Elil “The Tail Chronicles”
Chapter 1
Where am I?
“What are you doing here, kitty? This is our territory.”
“I was just looking for food.”
“Everything here belongs to us.”
“But I just wanted to eat.”
“Do you know what we do to trespassers?” We tear them to pieces. TEAR HER APART!
She ran as far away as she could from these terrifying monsters. Between houses, between trash cans. The monsters chased her onto a wide street, among strange creatures that walked on their hind legs and wore bizarrely assembled pieces of fabric. She ran forward and... something big and strong knocked her off her feet, throwing her onto the road. Her whole body ached, she couldn't move. Her eyes closed from the pain and she fell into darkness.
After a while:
“Where am I? What happened? And why is it so dark around me?” She jumped to her feet and looked around.
“Why is my fur glowing with this strange white light?”
“Because you're dead!” a quiet voice came from the darkness.
“Dead? How? And who are you?”
A creature emerged from the darkness, surrounded by a white glow. It resembled the strange creatures she had seen before. It was tall, its body wrapped in a piece of black cloth, with white skin, a slight smile, and eyes as black and deep as water. In one hand, it held a stick of some kind.
“I am Death! Guardian and guide of departed souls!” replied the figure. “And you are an ordinary, careless cat who was hit by a car.”
“What is Death?” asked the cat.
“Death is a long and endless sleep. When people and animals die, they fall asleep forever. However, some animals, cats and dogs, are eternal companions of humans. So they can wake up and help different people,” replied Death.
“So I can wake up too?”
"Yes, but before you go, I will give you a task. Sometimes people who fall asleep die accidentally or while protecting those they love. Therefore, your task is to protect a girl and a dog who do not suspect that danger awaits them. The ones you need to protect are called Elina and Lord.
“How many times can cats wake up?”
“Nine times. When you die, we will meet again.”
“Well then, see you later?” the cat asked finally.
“See you later!” Death said softly and disappeared into the darkness. |
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40905 - | | |   40907 - Réponse de Nicolas (webmaster)152 (France) - 2025-09-28
| Hello Yara,
so why don't you publish your story on blog-city.info ? You will have more space and you will be able to include pictures if you like. |
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40905 - | | | 40906 -   Réponse de Yara13 , 19 ans (Ukraine) - 2025-09-27
| Chapter 2
I found them
The cat walked toward the silvery circle glowing somewhere at the end of the tunnel. She didn't know what awaited her there, but curiosity overcame her fear.
She had spent her entire life in sewers and drainpipes, hunting mice and rats. However, recently there had been too many rodents, and the cat was forced to come to the surface, which she had never seen before. The first thing she saw were those huge shaggy monsters that wanted to tear her apart. The monsters had sharp fangs and claws and yellow eyes burning with rage.
The bright light of a silvery circle pulled her out of her memories. The light seemed to beckon her to dive into the circle, which the cat did.
When she opened her eyes again, she saw that she had turned into a kitten, back at the same trash cans. A strong rope was tied around her neck, preventing her from going any further. The kitten began to bite it with her teeth and scratch it with her claws, but the noose tightened around her neck.
“Help! Someone help me!”
Loud meowing could be heard from the doorway, but no one came to her aid. Exhausted, the kitten collapsed onto the cold ground, breathing heavily from lack of oxygen. However... after a while, some noise and rumbling could be heard in the distance. Heavy footsteps quickly approached her. The kitten looked up and recoiled in fear. One of those shaggy monsters was standing in front of her. But it seemed that the monster was not going to tear her apart, but only licked her with its huge tongue and meowed loudly, as if calling someone.
Soon another creature approached, walking on two hind legs, its front legs slightly shorter than its hind legs. It had long red hair on its head and blue eyes that looked kindly at the kitten.
“Lord, who did you find?” asked the creature.
“Mistress, I found a kitten. Let's take it home with us!” Lord continued to whine.
“Quiet, doggie, calm down, you'll scare it away.” - Lord's mistress approached the kitten and carefully removed the rope from its neck. It became easier to breathe. The kitten approached Lord uncertainly and rubbed against his paws.
-It seems she likes you. All right, let's take her into our family.
The kitten was taken home, bathed, dried, and fed delicious food cubes. After a hearty lunch, while the kitten was resting on a soft bed, the girl went out somewhere.
“Lord?” the kitten called.
“Mmm?” The dog opened one eye.
“Tell me about your family, please.”
“I was waiting for you to ask that.” He stretched sweetly and continued. "My name is Lord, I am a Rottweiler. I've lived in this house since I was born, which is two years ago. My owner and friend is a girl named Elina. She is 23 years old. We found you together. I heard you meowing when we were walking down the neighboring street. Elina studies animals, so she gets up very early every morning, gives me some tasks, and runs off to school. Around 10 a.m., her friend comes over, and I go for a walk in the park with him. Now you know about our family. Let me give you a tour of the house. The dog stood up on his hind legs and put the kitten on his back.
“Let's go!” agreed the kitten.
And they went for a walk around the apartment.
This is our kitchen. This is where Elina cooks for everyone and eats. This white cabinet is called a refrigerator, and it contains lots of different tasty things. I especially like the white water she calls milk. Milk is very tasty, especially when it's warm. Lord licked his lips and continued. This is the bathroom, where we bathe and wash our clothes in this box, the washing machine. Sometimes I like to watch her spin the clothes, but not for too long because my head starts to hurt. This is her study—a library. This is where she studies and reads books, but the best place is here by the fireplace. In winter, Elina lights a fire here, and it's the warmest place in the house. I really like to sleep here. And the last room is the bedroom. This is her bed, and this is my warm bed, but sometimes she lets me sleep with her on the bed. That's the end of the tour," Lord finished.
“Your house is so big,” said the kitten enthusiastically.
“It's not that big,” the dog waved his paw. “We only have four rooms, but my sister Elina Nina's house is really big. She has a farm outside the city. A farm is a place where they grow different animals and plants. If we go there in the summer, I'll show you everything.”
At that moment, Elina entered the room with a small package in her hands.
“Lord, come here. I have a gift for our guest.” The dog and kitten obediently approached the girl. She took a green leather strap with a gold medallion out of the package and put it around the kitten's neck.
“Now you are a member of our little family, Lily. This strap goes very well with your fur and eyes,” Elina said with a smile.
“Lily? Is that my name now?” Lily asked.
"Yes, your name and our mistress's phone number are written on your medallion. So if you ever get lost, whoever finds you will be able to bring you home," replied the Rottweiler.
“Now let's take a photo to remember this day as the first day we met Lily,” said the girl, taking her phone out of her pocket while the dog and kitten settled down on her lap.
“Smile! Lord! You've drooled all over the camera again.” Elina lay on the floor and laughed happily as she wrestled with the dog. Watching them, Lily smiled contentedly to herself. Her new life had begun. |
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Noirs dans la neige et dans la brume,
Au grand soupirail qui s’allume,
Leurs culs en rond
A genoux, cinq petits, -misère!-
Regardent le boulanger faire
Le lourd pain blond…
Ils voient le fort bras blanc qui tourne
La pâte grise, et qui l’enfourne
Dans un trou clair.
Ils écoutent le bon pain cuire.
Le boulanger au gras sourire
Chante un vieil air.
Ils sont blottis, pas un ne bouge
Au souffle du soupirail rouge
Chaud comme un sein.
Et quand, pendant que minuit sonne,
Façonné, pétillant et jaune,
On sort le pain,
Quand, sous les poutres enfumées
Chantent les croûtes parfumées
Et les grillons,
Quand ce trou chaud souffle la vie;
Ils ont leur âme si ravie
Sous leurs haillons,
Ils se ressentent si bien vivre,
Les pauvres petits pleins de givre,
-Qu’ils sont là, tous,
Collant leurs petits museaux roses
Au grillage, chantant des choses,
Entre les trous,
Mais bien bas, -comme une prière…
Repliés vers cette lumière
Du ciel rouvert,
-Si fort, qu’ils crèvent leur culotte
-Et que leur lange blanc tremblotte
Au vent d’hiver…
Arthur Rimbaud, Recueil de Douai, 1870 |
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40866 - | | | 40942 - Réponse de Maëlys49 (France) - 2026-03-17
| | Je préfere Baudelaire mais il est super.Continue ainsi |
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 Can anyone help me of using right expression in a right situation in my story? |
I love to write and now thinking of being a wrter someday! |
40818 - | | | 40837 - Réponse de Hiran157 , 12 ans (Sri Lanka) - 2024-11-09
| | It's good |
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Je trouve ce forum hyper intéressant ! IL y a des personnes de tous les âges et des personnes mettent des poemes d'autres des histoires ,des conseillent etc... Bref c'est super intéressant ! Etes-vous d'accords ? |
 Je veux être une auteure parce que j'aime écrire des histoires. Ces jours-ci j'écris un roman. |
40716 - | | | 40943 - Réponse de Maëlys49 (France) - 2026-03-17
| | Moi c'est que j'ai ma bulle et que j'adore écrire des drames romantiques et trucs genres vampires loup garous. |
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40716 - | | | 40903 - Réponse de Chloé161 (France) - 2025-09-26
| | C'est super que t'écrives un roman ! Il parle de quoi ? |
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40716 - | | | 40743 - Réponse de Léna184 , 13 ans (France) - 2024-03-30
| Salut, tu aimes quel genre de livre, ou d'écriture?
Tu vient d'où ?
Moi j'aime tout ce qui est histoire antique, science-fiction, et biographies... |
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Moi j'aime beaucoup écrire des histoires j'ai commencer d'écrire :
La petite fille et le dragon ,La clé de sol de Camille, La mémé sorcière et j'ai fini d'écrire 'Green et la malédiction'. Mon problème ? Je suis dépandante de mon imagination,je ne choisis pas lorsque je veux écrire car il faut que j'ai de l'inspiration ! |
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40713 - | | | 40715 - Réponse de Nicolas (webmaster)152 (France) - 2024-01-21
| Bonjour Calie,
c'est intéressant ce que tu dis. Si tu aimes écrire, tu devrais publier tes histoires sur internet afin que tout le monde puisse en profiter !
Par exemple, tu peux proposer tes histoires à Daniel (responsable de l'association Les Francas) qui pourra peut-être es publier sur son site : https://studentsoftheworld.info/sites/ecoles/ecriture.php
Tu peux aussi créer ton propre site sur blog-city.info par exemple pour publier toi-même toutes tes histoires. Si tu as besoin de conseils, n'hésite pas. |
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{36}- Life
Life has a mile to go,
Meeting a friend or a foe,
There’s a hill to climb,
And a treasure to find.
It’s between life and death,
Moments to enjoy or *fret.
Life has more to move,
Another mile or two,
Feet swelling with pain,
Sweat filling up the brain.
Every moment you take a move,
The treasure goes away from you.
There’s more to scout,
I say that without a doubt.
Life has more to walk,
To observe like a hawk,
To run when the moments come,
To shout, ‘Fee, Fi, Fo, Fum!’
To look front and back,
Until the sky’s black.
Life is too long for me,
More than it takes for tea,
Sometimes I wish I had no treasure,
So that I won’t suffer this pressure.
Only ‘cuz of this treasure,
I have got a life to measure. |
40703 - | | | 40709 - Réponse de maddie69 (Canada) - 2024-01-04
|  as a poet myself, i love this. you're an amazing writer! |
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 The Lonely Night
Lurking in the shadows,
Of the bare woods,
Under the trees that has burrows,
With some rabbits running ‘round.
Everything seemed lifeless,
Filled with deathly darkness,
I walked under the shadowy trees,
And I spotted a hive of some bees.
Fireflies were lighting the place,
They were all over the space.
The hooting owl perched on an Oak,
Trying to show that it could talk.
The flowers were asleep,
So were the healthy sheep,
I was the only one awake,
Having a night walk.
Calm and beautiful the night,
Sleeping was its might.
Trees standing very still,
Covering the wheat mill.
- Lily S. |
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40699 - | | | 40904 - Réponse de Siah116 , 13 ans (Corée) - 2025-09-27
| | Oh my.. As a writer myself, I'm amazed by your poem. I don't really write poems that much, 'cuz I'm into writing novels and scripts.. but still, I just thought your poem is great! Any ideas to share some of your works to me? I'd love to see them. If you like, I can share some of my stories, 2!! (but the thing is.. I should translate it into English 'cuz most of them are Korean.. (T_T)) |
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I love to write, I want to be an author. Mostly I write medium length books (I’ve been trying to reach the accepted “novel” word count but never made it…) and poems, occasionally short stories. Usually I write in English but I have started writing this really cool book that is half English half Hebrew. The only sad thing is that not so many people will be able to read it. Usually I write realistic fiction, that’s what comes most naturally. Historical fiction is also fun.
Is anyone interested in me sending a poem or story? |
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I write stories and poems. Most of my stories are about horses.
DEEPEST SECRETS
Lydia hurried towards the front door to open it—someone had been knocking. When she opened the creaky door, nothing was there, except for a pair of dusty white footsteps in the front stair. The night was very dark, and mysterious noises from the Starfall Woods could be heard. Lydia was terrified. She believed in paranormal things, and if something like that happens, she gets really scared.
I know dis is 2 short, but it’s ~to be continued~ |
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ntroduction: Literature often hides deeper layers of meaning beneath its surface. Riddles, with their intricate language and hidden answers, share a kinship with the symbolism and subtext found in classic tales. In this article, we explore how riddles can serve as entry points to analyzing the deeper layers of meaning in the literature.
Unveiling Symbolism:
Metaphorical Exploration: Riddles encourage readers to decipher metaphors and analogies.
Hidden Meanings: Just as riddles have concealed answers, literature often has underlying messages.
Enhanced Critical Reading:
Textual Examination: Riddles train students to scrutinize language and uncover implied meanings.
Contextual Insights: Riddles develop the ability to infer information from surrounding context.
Subtext Discovery:
Character Motivations: Riddles mirror characters' motives in literature, enhancing character analysis.
Social Commentary: Literature's social commentary finds parallels in riddles' subtle commentary.
Conclusion: Riddles and literature share the art of concealed communication. By analyzing riddles and literary subtext, students deepen their understanding of both disciplines, honing critical reading skills and discovering layers of meaning. |
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I‘m writing my own „cultivation“ danmei (chinese boys love) novel that is about a doomed kingdom and a prince who is devoted to saving it.
But I am here to ask how I even publish these books? It‘s probably going to be a series, and I don‘t know how I can publish them free?
I want to target young adults, but it‘s wide range nonetheless. I don‘t want to use Wattpad, or Ao3, because of Copyright issues and I really want to see my books in stores someday. So, where do I market my books first to let people read it first and then see if it‘s popular to actually print and sell it?
I‘ve seen a lot of chinese authors publish their work, let them be translated and posted (somewhere. I don‘t know where and would like to know, so I can target the same audience as well.). Later on, when they know that these books are a big hit, they print and sell it. Any websites that you recommend? Preferably where there are other asian authors, for the same audience. |
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hey guys I'm super bored and I want feedback on my writing so I'll start posting it here, mostly poetry. idk if anyone's really active on here but I hope you like my posts |
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 *The father of Mahinda Rajapaksha College had gone.....*
He finished summer and was the first sun ray of spring...
And he made the way for lots of flowers, to bloom...
He waited until the spring starts...
Then the father of Mahinda Rajapaksha College had gone...
It's only started that flowers blooming...
So, why are you leaving us so soon...
Can't you wait till the all flowers bloomed...
Dear father, will you come again when the all flowers bloomed...
One day we will be smiling in the spring...
On that day you will be with us too...
Until that moment comes we are waiting...
To see you again dear father...
We will never hear the words 'my dear sons and daughters...'
We will never see your face at school again...
But we never forget you a valuable words...
Dear father, we will find the spring in the future...
Until that we never be fallen down.....
This is for my lovely principal sir Mr.M.R.D. Kasun Gunarathe. The principal of Mahinda Rajapaksha College. (From 2015 to 2023...) We had many lovely memories with you sir! We will be successful people in the future and it's the best gift we can ever present you! 🎁 |
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*ගුරු පියා සමුගත්තේ මිහිඳු මව් හඬවලා*
නිමා කර ග්රීෂ්මය, වසන්තය පුබුදලා
මල් කැකුළු උපදින්න ගව් ගණන් මග හදා
වසන්තයෙ අරුණැල්ල වැටෙන තුරු ඉවසලා
ගුරු පියා සමුගත්තේ මිහිඳු මව් හඬවලා
මල් කැකුළු පිපෙන්නට පටන් ගත් මොහොතේම
අප්පච්චි යන්න යයි සමුගන්නෙ ඇයි එහෙම
මල් කැකුළු පිපෙන තුරු ඉන්න බැරිදෝ ඔබට
යළි දිනෙක එනවා ද මල් කැකුළු පිපුනාම
වසන්තෙට ගිහින් අපි සිනා වෙන හැටි බලා
ඔබ හිනාවෙයි දිනක අපි එක්ක එක් වෙලා
ඒ ලෙසට ආයෙමත් අප්පච්චි හමුවෙලා
හිනැහෙනා දින තුරා සිටිමු අපි මඟ බලා
'මගේ මිහිඳු දරුවනේ' වදන් පෙළ ඇහෙන්නෑ
ඔබෙ සිනා මුව මඩල යළිත් මෙහි පෙනෙන්නෑ
ඒත් ඔබෙ වදන් වැල් මතක නැති කරන්නෑ
වසන්තය හොයාගෙන යනවමයි වැටෙන්නෑ |
Hi everyone! I'm amazed at how many talented writers are here. I have a question for you, who are your inspirations? |
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40576 - | | | 40588 - Réponse de Dieu Anh130 , 15 ans (Viet Nam) - 2023-08-01
| My inspiration comes mostly from music, not the lyrics but the atmosphere. But I also use visual things that look pleasing, so I put a folder together on tiktok with videos that I could watch over and over again. The vibe and atmosphere of the folder also represent the vibe of my book and whenever I look at the videos, I can just dive right in and it gives me more focus. Sound weird since people think I would be distracted by the visuals and sound, but I can write better by this method. A lot of inspiration comes from different cultures as well, but that depends on the book…
I use chinese folklore, it‘s interesting and it keeps me educational as well! I like vietnamese and japanese myths as well.
This was an amazing question, who is your inspiration? |
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Salut tout le monde, je m'appelle Mya, j'ai 13 ans et je voudrais devenir écrivain. Faut-il que je fasse des études à l'université ou puis-je seulement faire des stages ou aller dans une école spécialisée en écriture ? Merci d'avance. |
40543 - | | | 40945 - Réponse de Maëlys49 , 13 ans (France) - 2026-03-17
| Salut Mia,
Je viens de France et j'adore écrire.C'est toute ma vie depuis maintenant 1 ans.
J'écris "Ombres"l'histoire de Rebecca une immortelle amoureuse d'un vampire et d'un ange.
Si t'as des conseilles je suis preneuse.
A bientot |
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40543 - | | | 40581 - Réponse de Elsa26 (France) - 2023-07-21
| Faire des études pour devenir écrivain n'aide pas à se faire publier ou quoi que ce soit. La meilleure manière est de forger ta plume en... *Roulements de tambours* écrivant ! Hé oui, c'est comme ça que tu progresseras réellement.
Si tu veux tes conseils d'écriture plus précis je te conseille la chaîne youtube de Christelle lebailly ou encore celle de Samantha bailly. Tu pourras y retrouver de nombreuses vidéos d'explications sur le processus de création d'un roman !
J'espère t'avoir aidé. Sache que tu peux faire une fac de quoi que ce soit. De toute façon, être écrivain est souvent un métier où il est difficile de "percer" et d'exercer seulement ce métier à plein temps. Tu peux donc être boulanger.e et auteurice, mais aussi professeur.e et auteurice. C'est selon tes préférences !
Ce qu'il faut pour être écrivain, c'est maîtriser un minimum la langue dans laquelle tu écris. |
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40543 - | | | 40546 - Réponse de miguel193 , 8 ans (Canada) - 2023-05-18
| | spanish is acool languge but i do not speak could you translate maybe |
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i lie alone in the grass
picturing what we used to be
but even with all the memories
it's hard picturing you next to me
my tears water the flowers
as i watch them start to thrive
our relationship, unlike them
is far from alive
you're here but not really
your soul is far away
focus on that stupid metal box
couldn't care less about what i say
imovies, games, dances
all the memories we've made
blocked out by what that girl's wearing today
minutes, hours, days pass as you slowly fade
fade away from who you used to be
you who saw me as a friend
you who cared for family
has that really all come to an end
so forgive me for being angry
forgive me for all i've cried
because to your 'itty bitty widdle cousin'
it feels like someone has died |
40520 - | | | 40700 - Réponse de Lily157 , 12 ans (Sri Lanka) - 2023-12-22
| Omg! It’s a beautiful poem...
meaningful! Keep up the good work😌🤩 |
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40520 - | | | 40680 - Réponse de Stella115 , 15 ans (Afrique du Sud) - 2023-11-19
| | wow, what a beautiful poem. |
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40520 - | | | 40523 - Réponse de maddie68 , 12 ans (Canada) - 2023-04-22
| | thank you so much, i'd love to be friends ✨ |
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40520 - | | | 40522 - Réponse de Madeline68 , 12 ans (Canada) - 2023-04-22
| | Wow, this is really moving. Would you like to be friends? |
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40520 - | | | 40521 - Réponse de maddie68 , 12 ans (Canada) - 2023-04-22
| | hey guys this is my first post on this website and it's dedicated to my older cousin who, to me, seems to be slowly fading away. i really hope you like my poem and that you'll tell me what you think. i'd love to talk to anyone, i've been feeling pretty lonely so i'll try to be active and check every day~ |
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Hi. I'm currently working on a novel that is yet to be published, and the thing is that it's anthropomorphic or furry in simpler terms. Simply it's like 'zootopia'. It is supossed to be a young adult, non fiction novel, built up around a College student, focusing on his daily life and struggles he face to acclimate to the big- city. Throughout the story I'm gonna bering out how hard it is to find a friend and keep them in your life. I think the story has some shades of LGBTQ, but it is a humble attempt to let people know that they should deserve equality. Well, despite the fact of the name "Over the Rainbow" has some associated symbolic elements. I'm planning on publishing it on kindle since there is a lack of English readers in my country, so I would greatly appreciate your comments to know if I can achi6the targeted audience. So is there anyone here who'd like to read a furry young-adult novel? |
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The glory of a friendship that never seen before!
The sun rises every morning but from west, it setting
And it's not forever that the moon is, glowing in the sky
Even though the flowers bloomed, they fade in the evening
But great friendships are keeping forever by the world!
On two- thousand twenty, seventh month 10th day
A ring of a friendship chain was fixed to my mind
Years had gone while the rings were fixing to my mind
But I never saw any broken places in the rings of the friendship chain!
I never saw your body but I saw your heart
My mind felt that you also saw my heart
"The girl who well-known you by letters,notes and words,
is the best never-saw friend of yours!" Said my mind!
Even though the country,nationality,and religion are different
Thoughts, wishes,feelings of our are very same
So, by the sound of shaking trees, the wind trying to say
about our lovely friendship to the world!
As the same way that the birds are flying in the sky
In the future we will meet together one day
We shall meet in our future lives again and again
With the strong and unbroken friendship! 💕💕💕💕
Hey guys, it's easy to find a pen pal, but it's very hard to find a BEST pen pal! This poem is for my best pen pal, I wish I could meet her one day!
I am Nuvini |
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 Silence, it is around us
Silence, cannot be disturbed
Silence, everyone needs it
Silence, people have a hard time controlling over.
Part 2 coming soon! |
Pour moi, l'écriture est une façon de transmettre des messages et des émotions.
Ecrire est important peut importe la langue, ont en à tous besoin. Et c'est une de mes plus grande passions. J'écris des livres depuis un an, mes professeurs de français les lisent. Aujourd'hui je les écris à l'ordinateur pour pouvoir les éditer. Je suis à la recherche d'amis qui partage ma passions pour l'écriture et je suis preneuse pour les conseils ;)) !
Bye à tous ! |
40465 - | | | 40944 - Réponse de Maëlys49 , 13 ans (France) - 2026-03-17
| Salut,
tu sais pour écrire fait une deco qui donne de l'inspiration.
Moi,j'écris du sombre et de l'amour.Et surtout bonne chance |
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40465 - | | | 40540 - Réponse de Mya17 , 13 ans (France) - 2023-05-15
| | Salut ! Je m'appelle Mya et moi aussi, j'aime écrire ! J'écris depuis bientôt deux ans, et j'écris des histoires policières. On pourrait échanger sur notre passion ! |
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 Salut,je m'appelle Coralie et j'ai commencé à écrire un livre✍🏻 qui s'appelle "la ruée vers l'espoir". J'écris déjà des chansons mais si vous avez des conseils,n'hésitez pas à me les communiquer!😉
Merci!!!✌ |
40459 - | | | 40539 - Réponse de Mya17 , 13 ans (France) - 2023-05-15
| | Salut ! Moi, c'est Mya, et j'aime écrire aussi. De quoi parle ton livre ? Je serai ravie de le lire et de te donner mon avis ! |
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Montagne inaccessible,
Si magnifique et pourtant irascible,
Tu représentes une vie, la nôtre,
Des plateaux, un sommet, mais combien de côtes ?
Montagne surnaturelle,
Si attirante, inspirante, belle,
Tu représentes l'existence,
Le doute, l'incertitude, ou la confiance...
Montagne si sombre,
Le vent, la glace, le noir, le froid,
Comme la vie, tu as ta part d'ombre,
Mystérieuse et étrange parfois...
Montagne redoutable,
Tes cruels glaciers, des pièges insurmontables,
Découragent même les plus obstinés,
Avec, pour toute leçon, "Un héros peut tomber. "
Montagne dense,
Chaque jour est un dur défi,
Ô douce pénitence,
Que l'espoir nous tienne en vie !
Montagne du Lendemain,
Tes crevasses dont personne n'est jamais revenu,
Autrement dit, la Mort fauche ces individus,
Car à tout début, il y a une fin...
Montagne... |
40438 - | | | 40462 - Réponse de Celian78 , 15 ans (France) - 2023-01-11
| | Thank U (; |
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40438 - | | | 40461 - Réponse de Amaani0 , 12 ans (Gibraltar) - 2023-01-11
|  This is beautiful!!!! |
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Hi! So, this poem goes out to kids with ADHD or any disorder and are afraid to tell people.
“My head hurts.”
“I can’t focus.”
“How should I start?”
“I’ll do this later.”
“Oh no, I didn’t remember that!”
Cries of help.
Cries of the lost.
Cries of the ones who drown.
Who are constantly groping blindly in the dark.
Who swat away at the distracting, beautiful butterflies.
“You don’t care.”
“Why can’t you listen?”
“You’re so lazy!”
“I told you this so many times.”
“This is not what I asked of you.”
The answers to the cries.
Those who do not understand.
Those who are responsible for the drowning.
Those who have turned off the lights.
Those who breed the butterflies.
“I’m sorry…”
“I do care!”
“They’re right, I need to pay attention.”
“What’s wrong with me?”
“I’m not working enough!”
The criers, who try to swim in the sea.
Who try to see in the dark.
Who try to swat the butterflies.
Who berate themselves when they fail.
But criers, oh criers!
The ones who suffer.
You cannot swim without a teacher.
You cannot see without light.
You cannot swat without a net.
And the ones who do not understand,
They will not teach you.
They will not turn on the light.
They will not give you a net.
It seems all hope is lost.
But…
You are not alone.
There are others who drown alongside you.
Others who can’t see.
Others who are swarmed by the butterflies.
Hold on to them in the water!
Stumble your way to the light, grasping their hand!
Shoo the butterflies, with your arms moving as one!
You are not alone in this fight. |
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40425 - | | | 40456 - Réponse de Luca245 , 50 ans (Italie) - 2023-01-03
| What you write is very nice. I don't know if I can really understand you, I've never been diagnosed with anything. It wasn't done in my day. But when I was a boy I suffered a lot from my slowness in studying and the difficulty in concentrating.
What I can tell you is that each of us has some problems, difficulties that can make us sad. We need to focus on what makes us special by learning to live with or overcome our problems. |
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40425 - | | | 40443 - Réponse de Maddie 68 , 12 ans (Cameroun) - 2022-12-09
| | I love this! Even though I do not have ADHD, I can relate with the way you wrote this poem < 3 |
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*A House With A Daughter*
Just like a beautiful garden with flowers,
Like the moon shining among the stars,
And like a palace in the divine world!
What? A house with a daughter......
She is the fairy of the mummy,
And the princess of the daddy,
Also the hero of the sister,
You know? Daughter is the superstar in the house.
A house with a daughter,
Is a palace of the luck!
But a house without a daughter,
Is like a horrid jungle which has no lovely flowers!
My dear friends, this is my poem about daughters! Let me know your opinions about that! I'm waiting for your response!
From Nuvini...... |
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40389 - | | | 40408 - Réponse de Paolo222 , 13 ans (USA) - 2022-10-20
| *sniff* It brought tears to my eyes. Tears... of happiness. Here's one of my poems!
>Ahem!<
Hole
There is a place I’d like to stay.
A little hole that’s colored gray.
And in that hole, there is a door.
And behind that door, there is a store.
And in that store, there is a house.
And living there is a mouse.
And with that mouse, a block of cheese.
And in that block, there are bees.
And those bees live in a hive.
And in that hive, they like to jive.
And while they do, it sometimes snows.
And when it does, the wind will blow.
And the wind blows you to a great big room
Where you’ll be safe from impending doom.
So now you see why I’d like to stay
In that hole that’s colored gray. |
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The title says it already, I'm posting this message so that I can find someone to talk about writing books. I personally am writing a trilogy and am not (yet) an official author and to achieve that it will probably take years..
ANYWAYS, let me tell you something about my book so that you know what you are going to be listening me talking if you decide to contact me!
So the trilogy will probably be called 'The Mistakes of Gods: *name of the book*'. It is about a war that was started by the gods, without them really never noticing it, and then following a bunch of characters thousands of years later trying to live their lives, fill their contracts and solving how exactly can you end the war.
And I won't apologize how I'm going to torture the reader by writing endings and fates for the chracters that (hopefully) will break hearts.
And as a warning, this series is going to contain stuff like war crimes, horrifying deaths done by the Daughter of the Death and so on. I'll give TW's but this is still a warning so that you can be prepared. And so that you won't think that the series is going to be just a bunch of spooky and terrible events, I promise you that there is going to be a right ending to it all and many happy scenes :)
Also, if we ever start chatting, you need to answer this question: Do you want to get *heavy* spoilers or just some lighter ones?
Soo I'll be glad to chat with you! (I mean, if, hopefully, I didn't drive out everyone...)
Thanks, Kiitos, Tack, Danke, ありがとうございます for your time, have a great day! ^^ |
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40350 - | | | 40407 - Réponse de Paolo222 , 13 ans (USA) - 2022-10-20
| | Oh my gosh, really? I'm writing a trilogy too! I love writing. I mean, writing is my dream job! |
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40350 - | | | 40366 - Réponse de Laura46 , 11 ans (USA) - 2022-08-29
| | I would like to talk to you. I am also writing a book. I am a published author but not for a book. My book is about sisters living in the woods of Canada in the 1700s. You book sounds cool! |
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 So I'm doing this thing where I make a poem out of a book title
I know why the caged bird sings
It sings for a hope long gone
for life, it will never have
Joys it will never experience
And yet it still sings
Its spirit is as free and broad as its wings
Ps This is just a first draft, if you have any criticism, feel free to post them in the comments. |
40347 - | | | 40482 - Réponse de Pramuditha 157 (Sri Lanka) - 2023-02-20
| | That's amazing. You should certainly look into Maya Angelou's 'I know why the caged birds sing' keep up the good work! |
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40347 - | | | 40409 - Réponse de Paolo222 , 13 ans (USA) - 2022-10-20
| | Wonderful. |
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40347 - | | | 40368 - Réponse de Laura46 , 11 ans (USA) - 2022-08-30
| | beautiful! (; love it |
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40347 - | | | 40351 - Réponse de Audora240 (Finlande) - 2022-07-21
| This was quite beutiful so thank you for writing this and publishing it so that I was able to read it!
-Audora |
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 Hi! I'm Kaya from Canada and I have never written one of these forums before, so I thought I would give it a shot with a preview of one of my books I was writing. Being indigenous, I thought it would be cool to write a thriller with an indigenous protagonist! Here goes!
Joanna Trails, more commonly known to her friends as Joey, is an enthusiastic 16 year old indigenous girl with a great outlook on life, despite her humble life as a poor waitress in the constantly growing city of Ottawa. Her life was pretty laid back. Between a routine job, backpacking, and hanging around her best friends, life couldn't get any better. Until, of course, the apocalypse began.
In the middle of a rainy afternoon, the streets of Ottawa began erupting into chaos. People running for their lives up and down the streets, in and out of the grand historic buildings and skyscrapers, being hunted down and slewn by hideous creatures that looked as though they had been made by the devil himself. Cannibals. Terrible monsters that Joey had grown up hearing about in her grandmother's old horror stories. Wendigos. Panicking and horribly terrified, she and her friends all seek refuge in a hardware store, unknowingly being hunted by the demons who have taken over their beautiful city. Teaming up with ten other survivors who were also hiding in the store, among them her two best friends; Charlie, a blind man with incredible intelligence and talents, and Cody, kind-hearted religious boy with unbinding loyalty to her, Joey attempts to weather the storm. Only after a sudden attack on her fortress does she realize the imposing danger. Between Wendigos lurking around every corner, shapeshifters, and a gang of escaped criminals known as "The Rebellion" wandering the streets and forests surrounding the city, Joey can only try to do one thing to save herself and her companions. Survive. Will she succeed? I guess we'll see...
Well guys, thanks for reading, if you have made it this far! haha. I'm not really experienced at writing at all, and I have never written a description before! I hope I did good! Let me know if I should continue writing this story, and if so, I will write a couple chapters here for y'all to read if you want. Also, if anyone is looking for a pen pal that is interested in writing, feel free to hit me up! Thanks! Byeeee! < 3
-K.G. |
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40310 - | | | 40326 - Réponse de Amaani5 , 11 ans (Grande Bretagne) - 2022-06-15
| | Ok! I will message you! |
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40310 - | | | 40324 - Réponse de Kaya38 , 14 ans (Canada) - 2022-06-14
| | Oh really? Haha that's cool! Imagine we had chosen the same colour too! Haha. Yeah sure! I would love to be friends! |
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40310 - | | | 40320 - Réponse de Amaani5 , 12 ans (Grande Bretagne) - 2022-06-10
| Your welcome!
I actually remember seeing that blue version of the picture, lol!
Would you like to be friends? |
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40310 - | | | 40314 - Réponse de Kaya51 , 14 ans (Canada) - 2022-06-07
| Thank you! I should probably submit a first chapter then haha.
OMG! That's so scary! HAHA! We must be secret twins! I literally chose this picture at random too haha!!That's so strange haha. |
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40310 - | | | 40311 - Réponse de Amaani5 (Grande Bretagne) - 2022-06-07
| | Oooh nice, I'm excited to learn more. Specially bout the shapeshifters! And umm... Are you my unknown twin or something cause we share pretty much the same interests and also, matching profile pictures! |
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Um…hey! I am a teenage boy who indulge in writing novels and I’m currently working on my first novel which I am hoping to publish on this September. The thing is that since Sri Lanka is not an English speaking country, English teenage novels like mine are not quite popular among kids of my age. So I thought is I can ask about their opinions in an international platform, and get feedbacks it would be grate.
To give a small plot description about my ongoing novel, it’s anthropomorphic, has a non fiction structure and teenage oriented. Due to that reason a lot of people are not interested in a novel like the movie “ Zootopia” where all characters are human like animals or animal like humans. The story illustrates around the protagonist, a lion who is college students in Illinois. He’s from a village and he lives with his grandma so they are not that much wealthy either. In the college he meets a new friend, who is a tiger who eventually offers him to stay with him as room mates when the lion wander around for days without accommodation as the college doesn’t have dorms. However they spend a blissful life as good friends until one day the tiger gets sick and later being diagnosed with Leukemia. The tiger has grown under foster care and his guardian has died a few years ago so the lion was the only person who was there with him to support. However the lion take all the issues to his shoulders, while running a part time job while learning and helping his friend with treatments. However then they face an economical crisis as neither of them can’t afford to do those cancer treatments but Howe their friends help him to safe his friends life. Then there’s a big chapter about how they find the money for treatments and keeping the tiger mentally strong and healthy. However in the end, it will end happily, hopefully and then they will be together again, after a very heart touching part.
So that’s the plot. Please let me know your opinions about that and I gratefully accept your suggestions and things that you think will be nice to add. I just gave the general Plato but in between their are many wonderful parts including humor, romance, tragedy, adventure etc. thank you your time. Have a nice day. |
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40292 - | | | 40352 - Réponse de Gayathri231 , 16 ans (Sri Lanka) - 2022-07-25
| | Hey, as a fellow Sri Lankan teenager, I can understand what you say, only translations of most popular teen books such as Harry Potter are popular here. I think your plot is good tho. Good luck! |
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40292 - | | | 40341 - Réponse de Jackie150 (Canada) - 2022-07-13
| | You should try wattpad.It's basically like social media but for books |
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40292 - | | | 40315 - Réponse de Kaya51 , 14 ans (Canada) - 2022-06-07
| | Hi! I think your story is very wonderful! And heart-warming! I think it is DEFINATELY worth publishing, and I would be very happy to read it once it is published! |
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And the memories come back
Again and again, as if to say
Life is too short to waste it
On unprecious things
And maybe
Music decorates time
The same way
Art decorates places
And maybe
Words are endless
And beautiful
Unique in every way
And maybe - just maybe
Life isn't so much
A waste of motivation
But an opportunity to try |
40265 - | | | 40688 - Réponse de Shoeva235 , 13 ans (Israël) - 2023-11-29
| | I loved it |
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