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posted by twilight-rocks9
“Hay” Byron said. “Hi”I đã đưa ý kiến “um….can I talk to you? This is sort of important.” I waited for his answer. It seemed like forever. “Sure. What do bạn want to talk about?” I didn’t know how to start. “Your sister. She’s being quite childish about this I mean she’s 15 I know I acted like a 5-year old when it doesn’t get what it wants. But this is just….well dumb-” he cut me off. “How is she being childish?!” he was very furious he looked like would explode. “Well… she only lets bạn talk to me when she’s not here. We have to hide the notes from her. And… wait I don’t want to start a fight with bạn too.” I looked at his face and he knew I was right the years I’ve known him we never liked to fight with me unless it was playful. I needed to say something that was going to be vary painful for him and me both. “Byron I hate to say this but…. Goodbye… forever and-” I didn’t say anything else cause I was distracted he was holding my face in both his hands. I was vary confused he never I mean never did this. Then he đã đưa ý kiến “Priscilla I’m in tình yêu with you. We’re like near the same the age im 17 your 16. Do bạn tình yêu me?” I could not speak at all I guess I couldn’t find my voice. Then a boy đã đưa ý kiến “yo Byron my mom let stay till nine come on lets play basket ball!” I turned to see who it was a boy with angelic feathers and cargo shorts with an oil smeared shirt. He stopped when he saw me. “Now I know why he likes you.” he said. The boy noticed how confused I looked and đã đưa ý kiến “my name is Riley Shay.” I was about to say my name when Byron đã đưa ý kiến like he hated he came now. “Her name is Priscilla Martinez” I went shake his hand but Byron wouldn’t let me he held me wrists vary tight it hurt I got mad and đã đưa ý kiến “LET ME GO BYRON!” he did what I said. That was the first time I yelled at him. I went to shake his hand. Then Byron turned me around and kissed me I tried every thing to get him nothing worked. When he finally stopped I hated him thêm then I did when I first met him. “Why did bạn do that?!” I asked. “Cause bạn đã đưa ý kiến bạn might leave forever. And I like bạn thêm then any girlfriend I’ve ever had. Besides bạn kissed me back so bạn liked kissing Me.” he đã đưa ý kiến the wrong thing. Then Joe đã đưa ý kiến “so you’re dating him?” he sounded so sad. It was good thing I wasn’t dating Byron. I đã đưa ý kiến my answer before Byron could say yes “ew! No. and Byron I was trying to get bạn off me!” I looked at Joe he had a smile Byron looked like he would kill him. “So I could have a chance with you?” I started laughing and đã đưa ý kiến “of course. Now let me go Byron!” he must want to fight because he đã đưa ý kiến “no!” I yelled again “BYRON LET ME GO!” he let me go. I had fun with Joe then when Byron got over it I had fun with both of them. Then Joe had to leave but he promised he’d be back tomorrow. Then when he was out of sight Byron đã đưa ý kiến “cilla why were bạn flirting with him?” he sounded mad. “What I was not flirting with him” “hate to say it but bạn flirting with my friend.” I blushed. He laughed. He was about to go in side till I đã đưa ý kiến “I tình yêu bạn but I don’t tình yêu you. You’re like a big brother to me I will all ways tình yêu bạn that way.” He looked disappointed “don’t bạn think you’ll ever be with me like in a relationship?” I looked at him with amazement. “You’re impossible to discourage and I honestly don’t know.” I gave him a Kiss on the cheek and đã đưa ý kiến “good night see bạn tomorrow” he under stood he gave me a hug đã đưa ý kiến “night and remember I tình yêu you”. that night I had a peaceful and disturbing dream I was in a house near the bờ biển, bãi biển I saw kids that looked like me and Joe mixed together they were adorable I held out my hand to pick them up when I saw my arm it had a long scar that looked like I would never disappear like a dao, con dao had cut me it twisted around my arm then Joe walked in and looked at my arm and my face his face twisted with pain I picked up one of the kids Joe picked up the other all he đã đưa ý kiến before I woke up all he đã đưa ý kiến was “I am so sorry and I truly tình yêu bạn thêm then anything in the world”. I called my friend jezebel immediately this was important she đã đưa ý kiến “duh that means bạn tình yêu him no let me sleep toddles” “bye” “oh right call me later” she hung up. I was surprised she wanted to sleep it was nine fifty-three. The door chuông, bell rang “who is it?” I yelled. “Um…joe.” no not now I’m not even dressed cute yet. I did the dumb thing open the door in my pajamas. “You look cute. Can I come in?” I blushed. “Really? and sure come in bạn can turn on the TV while I get dressed” he smiled “I like that your in pajamas it is vary cute and Byron got sick and my mom picks me up at two we have close to the whole ngày alone hoặc are your parents home?” I smiled “no they’re not trang chủ and my twin sisters sunk their boyfriends in so they’ll be in there rooms till lunch so. Ok” we turned on the TV but didn’t pay any atteion to because we talked about everything in our families and our lifes. “Um…Priscilla do bạn want to be my girlfriend?” I felt my cheeks get hot and he chuckled at my blush. “Yes” I said. He kissed me on the cheeks and đã đưa ý kiến “thank you” I kissed him on the cheek too. We talked thêm then my sisters came down from the stairs. “Priscilla who’s this?” đã đưa ý kiến Megan. “My boyfriend” I đã đưa ý kiến “you can’t have people here when mom and dad aren’t here” đã đưa ý kiến Renée. “Renée and Megan bạn think I don’t know about bạn two and your boyfriends in your bedrooms” they got mad and yelled “shut up!” at the same time. I couldn’t help but giggle. We got up after my sisters left “what do bạn want to eat?” he thought about it for a while. “What do bạn have?” “I don’t know.” so we looked in the fridge and freezer. “Take out?” I asked. “Ok” we ate Chinese food. Then the doorbell rang “is that your mom?” I asked. “Yea sorry see bạn tomorrow.” he gave me a Kiss on the cheek and went to the front door. When he left the doorbell rang again “who is it?” no one answered. I unlocked the door it was Byron. “Yes?” he looked weird. “I tình yêu you! Why don’t bạn tình yêu me?” I blinked confused bởi his question. “I don’t know. Like I đã đưa ý kiến I do tình yêu bạn in a big brother way.” he looked at the road and back at me. “Can I come in?” I thought about it. “Ok.” this was quite wired. “listen I know bạn don’t tình yêu me but do bạn tình yêu that guy bạn meet just yesterday hoặc me the guy you’ve known since bạn were five?” he waited for my answer. “I think I know but I don’t know at the same time.” he was confused. I forgot he’s not the smartest junior in the world. “I mean I think I tình yêu bạn like that but at the same time I think I don’t know.” he looked a bit happier. “Ok I kind of understand I think” I changed my tone to teasing fast. “Well don’t think about it to much I wouldn’t want bạn to hurt yourself.” he laughed. Just then his sister burst thru the doors and tackled me. I was thankful we had a carpet. I dogged all her punches. Then she finally got off me. “Stay away from my brother!” she yelled. Thankfully my sisters knew what was going on so did there boyfriends.
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posted by dragonwriter
I wake up. It's early in the morning. A cool wind blows bởi my face whispering sounds i don't understand. I look up at the sky and notice that it is a light blue color and it makes me feel that there is no problems in the world. Looking around i get a different story.

Blood everywhere. Bodies over bodies and not a living soul in sight. Who could have done this? My head starts to spin and my vision is going blurry. A creature appears from the wind that was flying bởi my head earlier.

This creature starts walking torwards me speaking in a language that I have never heard before. I go to reach for my gun and find a giant hole in my right leg. It continues to get closer and closer and is staring at me as if to be a hunter and I am it's prey.

Knowing that this is the end I look up at the sky. Beginning to close my eyes the last of my sights are focused ont he Blue Skys.
posted by viju
 Shining down in eyes....
Shining down in eyes....
Do bạn ever feel?
Like a melba toast
Breaking into pieces
With no way from sea to coast
Do bạn ever feel
That you’re so ignorable
But inside do bạn know
You’re inescapable
Do bạn ever feel like
You’re under pressure
But inside you’re tim, trái tim
There’s an aggression.

You need to hear
Mellifluous voice in your mind
And than

(Chorus)
Run like a Meteor
Through the sky
Through the space
Shining down in our eyes
Run like a Meteor
Piercing the wind
With lightening speed
Shining down in everybody’s eyes

(Verse – II)
Do bạn ever feel like
You’re so irresistible
But really bạn are
So capable
Do bạn ever feel
That...
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posted by lucius_malloy
Under the surface of the ever-moving ocean, it is calm.
There are hardly any sounds bouncing about the vast space, and the ones that are have been muted, many times over. The roaring of a ship’s engines, mighty as a lion, is only a faint humming sound, thêm felt than heard as it vibrates its way through your body.
You’re floating, floating in a mass of blue. The only thing bạn can see is blue, blue, and blue – different shades, some lighter than others, some dark as a winter night in the North, but blue nonetheless. Now that bạn think about it, it’s slightly disturbing – oppressive,...
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posted by dragonwriter
Sky turns black. Memory fades. through all of this tragedy fate has taken my memories from me. No other thoughts. tim, trái tim pounding. Blood racing. No thêm time for thinking. Think quick and on my feet hoặc death will surely get its grasp on me. As my enemy approaches i draw my sword. Once the tip of the blade is out of the sheath i hear it hit the ground as i feel a warm liquid pouring out of my open chest as blood gushes out of the wound. As i struggle to take my last breath i wake up screaming relieved that it was just a DREAM.
posted by MissMuffin38
It was just another day. The sun was shining, the birds were singing, and everyone was doing what they normally do. It was the start of the summer of 1939. In the middle of a war. It was an toàn, két an toàn here, most of the time. Everyone carried on like they always did, selling trái cây on the market stalls, children drooling at the millions of different sweets on the shelves above them, and then running around, playing airplanes. Amongst all this was a house, with a family, that lived happily. Almost.

This family were the Nicholson family. They lived together in a big, fancy house, but not too fancy. The...
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posted by Thalia_huntress
plz tell me if bạn like it and if i should write more




2....1 ready hoặc not here i come" i say. i hear my friend Annabel giggle. i go behind a cây "found you" i said. "lunette!! Annabel!!" the owner of the orphanage called us. she was the most đắng, cay đắng woman ever all because her husban died in the war. we sraitened out hoặc dresses. "coming miss belle." we đã đưa ý kiến in harmony. we rushed from the yard. "yes miss belle?" i said. "it's time for us to see if anybody wants bạn brats now change into the nice dress we gave." she said. "ok miss" annabel said. miss belle didn't know but every one made fun of...
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And of course, the initial reaction to a tiêu đề like this one is, "Well, why don't you make me care about what you're saying, first?"

So I'll cut straight to the chase: When submitting a short story, hoặc even a poem for publication in a literary magazine, keep in mind that the editors receive hundreds of submissions a day, which means that they don't have time to read every last one of them. This is why it is incredibly important to hook them in your first few sentences, other than start slow and verbosely build up to why they should care. Therefore, this will be a succinct explanation of why...
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đọc to oneself is a modern activity which was almost unknown to the scholars of the classical and medieval worlds,while during the fifteenth century the term 'reading' undoubtedly meant đọc aloud.Only during the nineteenth century did silent đọc become commonplace.

One should be wary,however,of assuming that silent đọc came about simply because đọc aloud was a distraction to others.Examinations of factors related to the historical development of silent đọc have revealed that it became the usual mode of đọc for most adults mainly because the tasks themselves changed...
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posted by NormalcyIsDead
I’m sick and tired of it all
Run five laps, climb that wall
Ace that test, be happy everyday
25min. class lesson: due in two days

What’s wrong with you, Jordan?
Where are those ‘A’s bạn were sporting?
Oh no, bạn have a B, that just won’t do
Let me prod bạn some more, ask some các câu hỏi too

“You seem to be slipping.”
"Get to the front of the race!”
You’ll never get finished
At THAT jogging pace

Yoo-hoo, girl, get your head in the game!
Idiot, doing the wrong lesson, there goes your good name
To most other people, I’m starting to come off as lame
But to me it's al the same: Run faster, think...
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posted by Lord_Anubis
Hope bạn mates will like it =3
Feel free to comment

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I'm looking at the black ceiling, in this empty room I sit.
I'm leaning my back on cold tường where light of the sun can't reach me.
I don't have any peace, same pictures are repeating in my head.

The grey clouds rise above and I'm goin out for the rain.
Let the cold drops from the skies give me peace and break my sadness.
But even hard rain can't clear thoughts of you.

And feels like I'm falling in deep abyss, dark water swallowing me as I close my eyes and turn my head up to sky.
It's eating my mind, taking away my dreams.
Oh please pull me out, stay with me.

Today I'm not goin out, I'll reamin in the dark waiting for you.
I'll defy to all my desires cause I can't ask anymore from you.
I'll be hát only for bạn my angel.
Oh please pull me out, stay with me.
posted by rebaj2010
I have this image in my head of a girl who spent the first 17 years of her life being loved. Loved bởi her parents, her brother and sister, and everyone in school. She doesn't know the meaning of hate. Then this mysterious guy come to her school. He doesn't say much and the only person he notices is her. But he is different then the other guys at her school he is too sexy to be real. They fall madly in tình yêu but what she doesn't know is that he has been alive for the last 268 years. He is no vampire but something that can scare the helll out of you. And he has a immortal enemy, and that enemy is the boy who is filled with so much hate all the immortals call him...The deffinition of hate(his real name being Marcus) And the girl so finds out that Marcus will stop at nothing to take her away from him and hiển thị her what it's like to be hated
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posted by DMLIME
MI6 agent Scott Filbury waited quietly outside the office of the head of the department. He was not told why he had been summoned, but the agents usually weren’t. He sat still; the only movement were his eyes, darting to every corner of the blank hallway, trying to take in every detail of his surroundings as he had been trained to 6 years before. He was only 28 and had been recruited after saving 3 people in a burning building, hiển thị a ‘desire for passion and justice’ as his thông tin các nhân read.
He noticed a fly near the bright lamps that were imbedded in the ceiling. He knew that soon the...
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posted by madening_mahem
I only came to resolve a matter, nothing more.
But have bạn no shame reporter, whose words can bring either joy hoặc pity, have bạn no shame?
You speak of him, a dearly departed lover of mine and a noble none the less whose actions have been all but harmful to this town, in vein as if he is just another commoner in the street, who sleep in the dirt and has no dignity.
Making a mockery of him though he died only yesterday, but what seems like only an giờ to me, and then attempt to treat it with sarcasm.
How dare you. How dare you.
Try not to later state that bạn knew him well, for that I know very...
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Source: bishal