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write this short post to invite you to write on this subject, useful for development of a Movie: continue from one point resulted in a novel, adding scenes that could also influence the result. In short, put in front of the protagonist of a novel one: the road to the right is the one chosen by the original writer, one on the left from you. From there, write the character's choices, new meetings, and perhaps eventually to reunite the two roads.

You Capit?

I have done similar work at school, with senitero The spiders' nests, and now I'm rewriting the computer to propose it.

Try it, because besides being fun, it helps !!!!!!!!!!!!
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[I jotted down after reading this story and commented Scacco. [...] The two should be read in sequence ...]

- Hello.
- Hello.
- What's your name? Jimmy got up
gaze from the paper and glanced for a moment the lady who was standing in front.
- Jimmy. And you? Joanne
placed two small suitcases, two windows to gaze across the street.
- Joanne.
- you came or you're leaving?
- Arrival ...
Jimmy returned to his precious design. His feet dangled off the chair. Was not sitting at the tables around anyone. It was still early because the bar is filled with businessmen and career women to return from office.
Joanne looked for a moment the child who sat in front.
- You look like ...
- Look not every child with her hair and round glasses blacks must necessarily look like Harry Potter.
- ...
Jimmy looked up from the paper.
- Sorry.
He put the pencil gray. His lady seemed a bit 'worried a bit' sad.
- What do you do in life?
- I am a literary critic.
- A what?
Joanne made a little grimace. It was almost sorry that he had run.
- I read books. And then I write in the newspapers if they are good or not.
- Ah. I also started reading books at school, you know? What do you recommend?
- In what sense?
Joanne was distracted by two windows.
- Do you have a good story that I read?
- ... I do not know.
- But, and newspapers? Do not write which books are good and which bad ones?
Joanne decided to listen to his host. Basically, it was sitting for a bit distracted '.
- Yes, ...
- n'hai And we did not make me a good read?
- I do not know. How old are you?
Great, thought Jimmy, you always ask how old you are, as if it were the most important thing in the world.
- Six and a half. Almost seven.
Jimmy began to giggle.
- What's so funny?
- No, nothing ... seemed very serious before.
expression Joanne relaxed and nodded a shy smile.
Jimmy pointed to the home store across the street.
- Bruna ... sorry but my aunt called me.
A lady in an apron was making a sign to enter.
- I gotta go.
He took his glass of milk and finished it all in one gulp.
- Wait, wait ...
Jimmy stood balanced on the chair.
- who is he?
For some strange reason, the man in a gray suit designed to resemble a piece of Jimmy Michael.
- His name is Robert. It 'an important person, you know? Almost like you. He does not write the papers. But he's a schemer.
Jimmy said solemnly. That word filled his mouth. He had just learned. He put his foot down and went to Joanne with the design in hand.
- It 's your friend?
- Every so often comes from Aunt Brown to buy something.
Joanne stopped to watch the drawing. It was fun. He thought of Michael.
- but he lacks the mouth ...
- I know. And 'I'm not sure if it is serious when she smiles or fake. Zia said that Brown has yet to decide whether to be happy or not. A bit 'like you when you get here.
- ...
- And then I wait before putting the mouth. Look to see if it is serious or have to pretend.
- For real or fake ... what?
- A smile.
Jimmy looked puzzled her without Robert-mouth.
- Do you think he is happy?
Joanne shrugged. Now he was ready.
- Anyway, to me is nice. In the end I can make people laugh too.
Jimmy was already looking to the right and left before crossing the street. He turned for a moment.
- Hello Joanne.
- Hello Jimmy. And thanks ...
He did not hear. She watched him run and pass under the gate in the middle of the home front.
took the suitcases and found that the pencil drawing and had remained there. The gate was now closed.
Eventually it was time.
drew a smile to Robert and walked toward the house. Michael, and her daughters, Martha and Nina, were waiting for more than three years.

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working on a research I came across an amazing text. What makes it so is the source. [...] These are the considerations of a man who even a few years ago sharply criticized the Pope (John Paul II) and in general the Catholic Church. A man who has often resulted in scandals for his provocative choices in communication ... But yes I'm talking about Oliviero Toscani.
This is the text:

Yesterday my mother told me: "I had one man, your father." Suddenly they crumbled years of sexual liberation, to convince libertarians, radical-minded. Everything I had believed a civil achievement has declined in the face of this simple statement: "I had one man, your father." I was confronted with the weakness of what I believed to be the modern, with the strength of those who say an ancient principle, without the awareness of being, she did, the true revolutionary. I wondered: are ahead of me who has lived and theorized the refusal of marriage, free love and relationships that are open or her your whole life and has remained faithful to one man? Without being Jesus Christ, I felt God's son and my mother appeared as the Madonna in a natural way, as if it were the most obvious things, she has set her life on concepts that today seem outdated, ridiculous : happiness, honesty, respect, love. While I think there has never been in the shadow of her claims against the male power, I realize that there is no more independent of her. No sense of inferiority he never touched, because the foundations of its independence had been dug in deep soils of moral rectitude, loyalty, justice, honor, and not on the surface of what we are accustomed to being politically correct. The respect and timidity with which I looked at my father's education has to respect it had nothing to do with the demands of the dishes to wash.
My mother has never felt inferior because we needed in a dish cooked with pleasure to settle and make us happy, or because she washed and ironed to get us out "always n order." I am aware that I am extolling the silence and the one that feminists have sharply defined submission. But I can not help but wonder about the true and false targets of emancipation, of what belongs to the deep convictions about what is nothing more than sterile squabble. In the search for values \u200b\u200bthat should teach us to an ethic less degraded than reflect the principle of Cosi fan tutte, my mother is an example of nonconformity and liberation: she is really freed from the stereotypes and the needs of the induced mass society. To achieve important goals, and certainly today we have been forced to abdicate essential to our integrity. We have lost the "virginity", not her.

From: Not The aim is , Oliviero Toscani, Universal Feltrinelli Economica 2001, Page 81

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This was soon to fall, hitting the criminals [...] The band felt the back pain that when you may fall on a 'whole shelf filled with bottles and glasses.
The shooting was over, Sam Cooper tied the five thugs and transported them to the seat of the horses and returned to Santa Fe. Then he thought that everything was too easy and became suspicious. At your destination
Cooper and Sam untied the men took them by the sheriff that greeted very cordially
-Hey! You have already Sanchez caught! What a time! I congratulate you-already-.-
Cooper insisted, with his usual air of "we wanted" - but we must keep our eyes open. But Sam - Do not be pessimistic, old boy! Beviamoci a whiskey and get it over with! -
- No, not so ... Cooper is right! - replied Sanchez - Manfred come to save us all with twenty men on horseback and for you and New West will be the end! -
Days passed and nothing happened until one day Sam appeared suspicious wandering shadow nearby. So she left with Cooper.
They did not even have time to hide ... A man fell front gill a rifle sight, although it was very close: it was ... [continued ...]

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Scacco

Robert Glenn lit another cigarette.
[...] Outside it was drizzling. The copious rain fell on the glass, confused voices in the distance and the roar of the machines down the road. He went into the living room to the bar, poured himself a whiskey. The ice was there ready, but did not take it. He turned on the stereo, sounded the first notes of a concert Petrucciani. His pinstripe suit suggests a long day of work and winning, his tie a bit 'slow. He took a newspaper from his chair in the living room where he had carelessly thrown a long gray raincoat, still wet from a long time. I read a part without interest, his fate was tied to certain fate far more important, vital issues, the news was good for the country. From the speakers, the piano played with more intensity and passion.
Then who knows, something changed. Anxiety at the uncertainty of future commitments, perhaps the memory of a friend who was no longer there, perhaps a thinking woman's distant past, suddenly felt a great weight on him, an illness that he could not shake off. The feeling that so much of his life was uncertain, that did not have control of many many things. Robert Glenn that he was not successful impresario happiest lady Brunette assistant in a shop for the home down there in the underworld of the city widow with a dependent child now finally self-employed in the administration of municipal offices. He put out his cigarette in the ashtray in a bad mood. He was alone.

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