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She wanted to know what else he thought about her, and refused to stop đọc no matter how painful its effect would be.
He đã đưa ý kiến bạn are in med school. That made me happy since I was there too, though against my welling. I thought that bạn are passionate and caring, that bạn are loving and want to help everyone. I didn’t even know bạn and I drew bạn in my mind like an Angel the same way bạn looked to me. I forgot in that một phút all what my father told me, and all what I learned about not being fooled with appearances, though I was, all my life, very careful with choosing my friends. But this time I failed with the test, the one that I should’ve passed it. I was taken bởi your charm and beauty.
All ngày long I was thinking about bạn and your name “Sara” since that I fell in tình yêu with your name and its four letters. But unfortunately your name and your tình yêu brought me nothing but pain. bạn seemed so graceful so confident, walking proudly, directing your steps into the class room. I couldn’t help it but fix my eyes on bạn without having a một giây choice. I wanted to step in and talk to you, but I didn’t dare too. I decided to let one of your Những người bạn arrange our meeting.
I invited her to a café, Emily. She was polite and sweet, she understood what I wanted. She đã đưa ý kiến drinking small sips from her black coffee.
“I know what bạn want to say, bạn like her” she đã đưa ý kiến smiling
“Well…” I đã đưa ý kiến shyly
“That’s ok. Don’t be shy. Most men like her. I’ve introduced her to lots of men, but she didn’t like any of them.”
“Why? Is she arrogant?” I đã đưa ý kiến wonderingly afraid that her answer would b yes
“No, it’s not like that, but they seemed all ….. Blah!”
“Well I’m not “blah”!”
She laughed “I don’t mean you! That’s not your problem, it’s you’re so poor, and she’s extremely wealthy.”
“I’m not that poor bạn know” I đã đưa ý kiến dryly
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean too” she replied shyly “But yet, bạn are so not like her”
“Does she care about these things?”
“No not at all. I can prove to bạn she’s not. bạn know Matthew, the guy bạn were talking to earlier this day. He was her boyfriend since high school. They were epically in love. Everyone đã đưa ý kiến their future is definitely together. But the romance ended last năm in spring break.” She đã đưa ý kiến sorely
“What happened?”
“I don’t know. In fact no one knows. They both refused to talk about it. But apparently it was like an agreement hoặc something, because they both dealt with the issue very unexpectedly. She didn’t even cry, always laughing and having fun. And he got engaged to this girl, Rachel, a very short while after what happened.”
A moment of silence passed then I said:
“Can bạn introduce me to her?”
“sure” She smiled brightly
added by ZekiYuro
added by sideshowbobbart
Calling all writers!
Are bạn an artist with your words? Do bạn like to write? I know I do. "So bạn Think bạn Can Write" is a contest for people who would answer the same as me.

Basic Rules & Guidelines
1. Your entry MUST be đã đệ trình to this spot as an article. If it is entered in any other section it will NOT be accepted.

2. Your entry MUST be original/written bởi you. If anybody helped you, please credit them.

3. Your entry must be properly key-worded and titled.
a. A proper title: "[username here]'s SYTYCW Entry - [season and year] - [category/type of literature]"
ex. If I entered a poem,...
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added by axemnas
added by shenelopefan
added by storylover
If someone told you...
Life's like a rollercoaster,
Don't waste the ride.
Live it up all the way,
because today's your last day
What would bạn do?

Would bạn cry a little, scream a little, think it's all pretend.
hoặc go into silence until the very end...
Would bạn tình yêu the ones bạn hate the most hoặc be the person bạn hide?
Would bạn pretend that you're ok but really scream inside?

Would bạn try and keep the sun from setting as your last ngày ends?
Knowing you'll never see it rise...
Tomorrow I'll be somewhere else bạn say as bạn close your eyes.
posted by Cinders
Exercise: Sleep Deprivation: 4:00AM Tuesday October 7, 2008*

The black spiders of mania are crawling over my brain, searching for a plump place to sink their pincers into. It’s been four days. I haven’t left the house for anything, not even a tuna sandwich. The không gian in my giường is empty, indented, as if something used to rest there, but I’m beginning to forget thêm and thêm what that may have been. Maybe it was a coffin, its contents shaken, risen, defeated, dazed, meandering around with its arms stretched out and a dull expression on its face as it mutters something indecipherable that...
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posted by t_direction
So, this is a kind of short story that I wrote one evening when I was just bored out of my mind. Please tell your opinion, feel free to criticize, it is much appreciated =)
Thanks ^_^



The voices buzzed inside my head, making me feel dizzy. I couldn't help but hold onto the giường post for support. In a state of exhaustion, I collapsed on the giường with a sigh. The voices never let me sleep. They were like many people were talking all at once, screaming all at once.

Madness, rage, worry, sadness were the emotions that those voices gave off. I couldn't understand a word of what the people were saying,...
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added by SymmaGirl2
posted by madening_mahem
who am I ?
what can I do?
I'm self-centered, self-induldged, self-absorbed, hateful, short-tepered, implusive, in a complete state of denial, confused and lonely, yet I don't try to think.
a creature of the night
a princess of darkness
I long for light
colors
but all is midnight
and my only companions are the moon and the darkness
thought it comforts me when no one can
I wish to be out of darkness for once
to be clear, understood, unquestioned, and loved.
but who am I to ask for this?
who am I to want this?
is that what makes me human?
why?
all I want to know is why?
posted by Fyrwenn
Change

The way I feel has changed
When we met I was a fool, thought
You weren’t gonna treat me like a tool
I tell myself that I care ‘bout you
But deep inside I know we’re through.

Change is never easy
But what am I supposed to do?
I can’t sit around, cry and wait for you,


I guess we were too naive
Believing it would work
Why didn’t I see,
that bạn were such a jerk?


Change is never easy
But what am I supposed to do?
I can’t sit around, cry and wait for you

In the future we might get another chance
Maybe, it was just a short romance
Then what I’m feeling is really wrong
I felt I had to write this...
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Swing, Batter, Batter, Swing!
Putting my weight on my right foot, the foot closest to the catcher. Leaning back re-gripping my bat. I watched as that black haired pitcher powered up her pitch, rocking back and forth on her heals, taking in her găng tay now to her side and starting the wind-up. 'This is it,' I thought to myself, now taking the best grip on my bat, 2 balls and 2 strikes have passed bởi this plate and I am not letting this pitcher strike me out, hoặc walk me! I got ready the ball was realeased, and I heard the 'ump' say "Ball Outside".
I stepped out of the batters box, and took a couple...
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posted by samuraibond005
Yaouta lived on a farm in Missouri, he had only recently graduated high school, had a pilot's license, and even a couple of airplanes used in war. He had an old A6M zero that belonged to his rich father, grandfather, and his great grandfather before him. His father was assassinated bởi a rival corporation (His father owned a wealthy publishing corporation) and the corporation decided to target his family afterward. 5 black cars pulled up in his front yard, though the yard was big enough to hold just about 10 times as much. Yaouta's younger brother, who was 15 at the time, walked out to greet...
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posted by Me_Iz_Here
A/N: I've gotten a few tiêu đề suggestions, but for now I'm just gonna keep it to Stay and Run. And this chapter has a lot of unnecessary details and unrelated dialogue, the first few chapters will, I just wanted to get the general idea of the girls' life.
Prologue: link

1: An Average ngày in Spencer’s Life

Spencer sat at her desk. Tomorrow was her twenty-second birthday. The first of the girls’ birthdays with ngôi sao missing. Spencer had been sad ever since she disappeared. ngôi sao was one of her best friends. And after losing three when they were recruits, she couldn’t take it.

There was a lot...
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posted by coolie
Step, creak, step, creak! the floor boards speak to me as I slowly tremble on its hard, splintery wood. Each step feels so daring. I feel danger crawling up my dangling spine. Thump, thump, my tim, trái tim tries to refuse to my wishes of moving forward. Nothing has happened so far.
I carefully make my way towards the forbidden wooden chair. Creeeeeeek! goes the ghế, chỗ ngồi as I lower my self to its level and sit on it. SHHHHHHHH!
“What was that?” I whisper to my self with my eyes wide open. I slowly start to climb the fence to view the streets of emptiness and quietness. My tim, trái tim starts to beat even louder. Thump, thump. I slowly turn my anxious head to look. But it was only a car passing bởi my house.
posted by wierdgem7
I felt the tape on my mouth and the long rope that was binding me to the chair. The Room was so black, I couldn't see. I recalled how I had got there. The new family tiếp theo door invited me to their housewarming party. So I went. Then, as I was going home, some-one grabbed me. A rough hand covered my mouth, so I couldn't scream. All I saw of my kidnapper was a pair of shocking green eyes. I was thrown into the back of a white van and tied up. I was there for only five minutes, but time slowed down and took five hours.Why did anyone want to kidnap me? I had done nothing wrong. The van doors opened,...
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posted by para-scence
My breaths were trapped in the back of my throat. I was afraid to breathe, because they'd probably come out as screams. The barrel of the gun pressed harder into my head, probably leaving a mark.

"Give me your money," the voice said. I tried to speak, but I couldn't. A couple moments later he took his hand away from my mouth so I could speak.

"I-- I-- I-- don't ha-- a-- ave an-- n-- n--y," I said, my voice shaking so much it took him a while to tell what I was saying. Then he laughed darkly.

"Well, that sucks for you." I felt the gun di chuyển a little, as he put his finger on the trigger. I took a...
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posted by flabaloobalah
I stare at the screen with my mouth hanging wide open in shock and horror. The caption reads: SIXTEEN năm OLD BOY BRUTALLY MURDERED IN LOS ANGELES
The anchorwoman says, "Late last night in Los Angeles, California, sixteen năm old Wyatt Starmount was killed. The identity of his murderer is unclear, but authorities say he's hispanic, six feet tall, and was last seen wearing a gray hoodie.
Now here's a video of Wyatt's death. Due to the graphic nature of this video, viewer discretion is advised." the lady informs me.
The video starts. The boy I realize is Wyatt is walking down the street. Sure...
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posted by para-scence
I was torn. On one hand, I really liked Foster. But, I wasn't sure if he really liked me back. He completely cut me off at school, but acted like he was totally in tình yêu with me when we were alone. It was strange. I could usually read people really well, but Foster left me speechless, and I had no clue what to think.

"Do bạn whatever bạn feel is right," Grandma said. That did not help. I had no idea what was "right." And honestly, I wasn't sure there was a right and wrong in this situation. I wasn't so sure about asking Echo. She still hated Foster no matter what.

Echo came over one ngày after...
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