*Hey, it’s Skylar. Go screw yourself*
“Hey, it’s Tess.” The words spewed from my mouth, barely coherent. “I know it’s Tuesday and you’re robbing a liquor store, but is there any way you can come over? I- well, you know.”
I hung up...
are smart and reasonable people,” Skylar stated. “I've prepared a PowerPoint that should peak your interests.”
The PowerPoint fully appeared with the title “Why Billy and Tessa Should Never Get Back Together Again EVER” typed in bold black letters.
Jock was gone for several days. I appreciated and understood why - but we had barely gotten started before his father had come home, if only briefly.
For my part, I could barely wait until The MacDonald clan - the bigger part of them, anyway - returned to Scotland...
and she finally took a beating.
then one day,
not long after,
her wildest of days were gone.
a sudden catastrophe falls,
no one asked for,
and no one deserves;
yet all the voices in heaven still laugh.
oh, you think that you have control,
but now you must take control of your...
The Teardrop Prison
Inside a teardrop looking out The joy and happiness inside See the pain and sorrow Surrounding, retaining surface tension
The drop does not fall The triumphal, salient feeling inside Moves the drop on its slide down Descending the cheek of humanity
“So to answer your question, yes I would have do it with a kangaroo.” Renn answered as he shoved many chips into his mouth.
“That makes sense.” I took a handful of chips from the bag and ate them.
“Question,” Renn stated. “Why didn...
in case any monster was hiding there, waiting to grab my hand as it fell over the side of the bed while I slept.
When I grew up a bit, I didn't need to check for monsters anywhere because I wouldn't find them. I knew they were in my head, creeping through my thoughts as the sun...
Well,ı think it is time to tell about me a little:) A lot of people who ı am friends with ask me why ı didnt write somethings about myself. For nearly 2,5 years ı have been a member in here. ı like this site indeed.My name is Emre.ı live in Turkey but ı was born in...
Pleased and Proud
July 1st. School was out for summer break.
I was extremely proud of myself. I had passed the second half of the form tests with very little difficulty - even the Religion in the Modern World
exam, which I had been dreading - and doubly so when I found out...
I awake in the dark
no breath, no heartbeat
just the absence of you.
I wander the house
where did you go?
I know what I need to do.
I’ll go after him
and see for myself
just this once......
what pulls him away from...
the way back to the farms, I recovered enough to sit up like the lady I was supposed to be and told Jock about the extra day I and the other fortunate girls had earned. His response was to sharply rein in Gabrielle - so sharply she whinnied a protest from the bite of the bit...
LOL. That's my BIG problem. I write down all my thoughts for a novel out of order and in strange vernacular so my editor's head just pops off. She only deals with me because she loves my work, so I guess the talent outshines the mania. This is for Married to Madness. Google it.
“How ya doing Bill?” I turned on one of Billy’s cameras and set it up so it’d film him.
“That’s great Bill.”
“Wha-Whats with the cameraaaaauh?” He laughed at himself.
“Are you serious? I’m...
“Skylar! Let us out!” Billy yelled.
“Not yet! Just shut up!” Skylar yelled back.
I sighed. I silently hoped we were going to let out of the room soon. It was starting to get really awkward between Billy and I.
Billy gave up on yelling at...
I thought when school recessed for summer break, that I could go about life for at least six weeks without picking up a book or, going a little further, putting my nose in one. The ordeal that I had endured for studying, and Jock's gentle but firm pressure, exhausted me...
When the hour of punishment was up, I wandered out the door into a blaze of light and heat. But instead of heading home immediately, as I should have done, I looked down at the boat slip where the family had gathered to welcome Bruce MacDonald home again.
Yes, Brenda was...
“I’m telling you, ******** are better than handjobs because with a *******-”
“Renn!” I stated. “I don’t care about any kind of job right now, even if it’s a job where a genie comes out of your penis and grants wishes.”
But there wasn't much to laugh about this hot,golden summer.
I didn't like being judged - and found to be wanting. No respectable Irish girl worth her salt wants that.
I was just a little bit angry over the unfairness of life.
The man I loved - and who loved me - was...
years old her mother brought her to the United States for the first and last time. Within a year her mother was dead and her mother's former lover came for her whisking the motherless child back to his Eastern European homeland. Dark haired, light eyed, and suffering deafness...
Brenda MacDonald was one spoiled girl. Never having known want or near-poverty since she was born, with an absentee father and a peace-at-any-price mother, she did much as she pleased.
She would never fit into OUR household. In his health, Dada insisted on love, honor and...
10: 26 am
She's going to kill me. She's going to kill me. She's going to kill me.
I ran all the way to Skylar's house, never stopping for a rest. I almost passed out by the time I actually got to her house since our homes are more than 20 minutes away. I didn't...
Faithless,insolvent, a slow incessant burning,
Seductive, involvement, this romance with hurting.
At a distance, honesty and compassion,
truly more listless, living by reaction.
Emptiness is consoling, as misery purposes,
there awaits an unfolding, of vermillion roses.
“Keep your eyes closed.” Skylar said as she led me somewhere.
“Fine, but I still don’t get it. Why would a genie come out of a penis?”
“It’s a game we play. You’re just not cool enough to get it.”
“I’m cool!” I stated...
Paula and I went wedding shopping at every opportunity. We found her maid of honor dress almost immediately. It was a sweet floor-length gown with a lace-trimmed sweetheart neckline and lace-trimmed cap sleeves, in a soft peach color. She looked like a flower in...
though, far bigger and brighter than any ever to be seen, and this is what made the magic come alive.
Underneath the moon, you could see a girl in a majestic silver bubble, with glistening silver smoke, floating away as it sparkled across the skies. What lay ahead for this...
I can remember it as if it were yesterday. The thought of the-- incident-- even now makes my blood run cold, as if a thousand cold invisible fingers running over my body. This old diner that smells of old grease and staleness also reminds me of another like it in my past. Believe...
swear, it's in here somewhere.” I said as Skylar and I looked through Skylar's bedroom.
“Why did you hide it? Who else would be looking for a a computer charger?” Skylar asked as she looked through her closet.
“I don't know I was high. I'm sure it had something to do...
I have to write a story on post apocolips and need help adding stuff on.. This is what I have so far!
I don't know why I bother to keep track: It's the only thing keeping me sane. That and my older sister Emily. She is the only thing I have left now...
can't be this hard to come up with an answer.” Billy said.
“But it is.” I agreed.
“There's so many things to consider.”
I nodded. “If we had different friends, that'd minus all the times Renn and Skylar led to us fighting.”
“But without them, I'd never know...
The one who writes for necessity
obligation, vocation or vanity.
The one who disappears giving chance
to the text to stand out.
The one who is a Best seller
And the anonymous as well.
who writes true literature
and virtual ones
and it's going good for a few chapters, then all of the sudden your mind starts going blank, and you can't figure out how to write the rest of the story, and whatever you do write sounds lame?... Gahhhhh I hate it!!!
Waiting in anticipation his arrival...
It's hours away... but when she thinks of his ...
knock on the door she flushes....
She has hours... so she prepares....
and when she's in the shower, she imagines his...
car lights at her window and smiles.
I used to write when I was younger and had more time on my hands. This is something that I wrote and shared with my girlfriend long before she became my wife:Do what's right.PLEASE do what is in your best interest.DON'T stay because of me.GO.I will always love you.
How do you...
"I wasn't expecting any company," I demurred, as Kelly released Jock's hand. She didn't run out again into the yard like any polite preteen, but remained at his side, looking up into his face expectantly.
"That's evident," Jock remarked teasingly. He removed my apron and...
My parents were pleased, too - not only for the passage of my grades (with actual scores to follow), but for the earning of an extra day. Both of them hugged me in their exuberance.
I spent the early day helping where and what I could do to assist Mother - sweep and wash...
The sun streaming through the blinds woke me. It took a moment, but I stood up, walked over to the window, and closed the blinds.
So what if you can see the darkest side of me? No one will ever change this animal I have become
I picked my phone off...
Here are 20 Writing Prompts, you are invited to tackle 'em and share 'em...
1. Pick the person you most want to see in the world right now. Write a monologue or a letter to that person and then continue the story.
2. Write a scene between your parents (living or deceased...
once upon a time there was a dollgirl. She was very, very sad. her hair fell out sometimes. she lived on a shelf. it was very high and very narrow. sometimes she would fall. it took her a long time to get back up to her shelf. but she knew she had to or else the dog would come in...
filling the village sounds of screaming and violent yelling was everywhere. I looked around to see what was going on men in odd clothing was ravaging the village burning houses children was being slaughtered in the street blood soaking the dirt road I watched in my hiding place...
There, in the tail of that comma, in that ethereal silent pause between whispered words, we are suspended in a universe of our own making. I pirouette on your full-stop period and leap onto your curvaceous parenthesis. I caress its hard sensuous curve and coax it to unleash...
the murder of Skylar's parents.
October 12th, 2012
When Skylar got home, she was greeted by her dog Fluffy. She played with him for a few minutes, before refilling his food dish. She laid down on the couch and texted Hunter about Renn’s cancellation. She...
Jock led the way up to the hillside. To our left was the schoolhouse/shed, to the right was our dividing "fence" of shale rock and overhang.
Mother had readily agreed to Jock's proposal. It never crossed her mind that Jock was Presbyterian and we were Catholic, with...
The punctuation needs some work, sorry for that, well..this really.
[A sea of deep red
Crashes upon itself in swells,
The ship is shattered,
It now floats in pieces scattered.
The few survivors
Are all out of breath,
Their lungs are...
Jock was still talking with his father as I continued to walk toward the boat slip. I felt a little out-of-place as I strolled up to them. I hadn't been on this side of the real estate property since the MacDonalds had moved in or built anything. It was their property...
bedroom window when my dad and what feels like the world is asleep. It makes me feel safe and difiant somehow. Like I'm slowly crossing the bridge between who I have to be for the sake of my parents and the world and who I am inside. A person breaking off from a home I will one...
Common sense told me that it would be at least the end of July or, more likely, the beginning of August - at least three or four weeks - that we were "going to have to stay out of her way" until Brenda's father came back to place her in the Scotch girls' boarding school he...