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 like you better when we’re wasted. I should have made you drink with me years ago. You’re less you.” Skylar said, finishing off her second bottle of vodka.
“I’m not that bad.” I tried to defend myself as I finished my bottle. The...
“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.”
There is a slight history to this story; there is also a reason why it is vague in some aspects. Hopefully not to vague for the reader to not be too bored by it :)
“Nieyma, is that you?” She looked over at me a moment longer; her brain scrounging...
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...
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.
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...
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...
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...
“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...
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
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
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...
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...
“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...
“I can’t believe you put clevage on this!” Brooke screamed, trying to fix the botched logo with Billy by her side.
“I did it as a joke! I didn’t think it would get sent out!” Billy screamed back.
“Yeah, but you were assigned the logo!”
“I thought you...
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...
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...
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...
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...
The Last Day
“HAPPY LAST DAY!” Tessa, Renn, Skylar, and Katie screamed as Billy walked out of Kellogg’s for the last time.
Billy tried to contain his smile, but couldn’t. He was surprised and yet touched his friends actually cared enough to do that (although it...
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...
This will probably make more sense to people that play videogames, nonetheless, I hope whoever reads it finds it a bit humorous :D
Life is a new MMORPG, that is, Massively Multiplayer Online Role-playing Game, on a scale that is larger and more intricate than any other game on...
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...
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...
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 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...
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...
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...
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.
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.
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...
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...
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...
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.
“No way, nope. Not true.” Renn protested, in the midst of a (sadly) heated argument of the group. “Lady Gaga is not just a woman!”
“Dude! It’s pretty obvious she doesn’t have any man parts!” Billy argued.
“Have you seen nude photos of her? How do...
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...
“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...
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...
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...
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!!!
My son, Matthew, is a computer genius. Last week he gave me the latest version of his newest invention, a Computer Assisted Writing software program called CAW 2011. In a few minutes he’d loaded the software into my computer.
"Hello," my computer said...
“You have video cameraras in your housie?” I drunkly said.
“Yep-skiddly-doodles!” Skylar laughed.
“Hey.” I leaned over and petted Skylar’s face. She took my hand and licked.
“Ewwwwwwwwww!” I squealed.
“Your hand tastes like...
of existence are anguish and gratitude.
An old wise man said that the only virtue is the attitude
That you give to life’s anguish and gratitude.
Neither is higher or lower after a glance.
Both are brothers who arise from chance.
Only because my birth was unforeseen can I...
"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...
I didn't eat dinner and woke up the next morning running late with a raving tension headache. I hadn't had one in so long, I almost forgotten what they entailed. But here came one now, with a full-forced vengeance that nearly knocked me out of bed. It certainly woke me...