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posted by babina
hey! everyone who is kind enough to read my story! this is my first time so please commentaar and tell what u think about it.thank u! hope u like it!

I was walking down the hallway, going to my third class and grateful for all the posters they had put up for the upcoming dance because now no one noticed me as i sneaked through the kids in the hall to my class. Usually i and a few other kids,"the outsiders" they called us, were the aim of all the bulling which was so bad this jaar because of the new gang in the school"the Qsix". The school was bad enough without them, but when they came things became worse. As i walked down the hall i saw a kid being bulled door the Qsix just because she had tripped on one of their book bags and they were telling her to carry their boeken to the volgende class on her knees as punishment for damaging their books.When i looked around to the people nearby i saw that no one was paying any attention to what was happening of maybe they were just afraid to say anything cause they new that the Qsix would turn their attention to them, which wasn't a very good thing because their attention on u possibly meant one of the worst moments in your life. I didn't know the girl on the floor but i new that she was new so that meant that she didn't yet have a group she belonged to and that meant that she didn't have anyone to stand up for her.I felt so bad for her that i couldn't walk away and leave her like that, so helpless with those people.I knew that i couldn't do much either if i stayed but get myself in trouble, i also new that no one was going to help me because:first of all i was in the outsiders category which was the lowest category and consisted of the downcast people in the school. And seconde of all no one wanted to go against the Qsix who were the most populair kids in the school. I stood there for a sec trying to figure out what i should do/say to stop them but nothing really came up, but anyway i started walking over to where they were. I knew it wasn't a good idea and they were six of them so i had no chance against them but i knew that if i could just destruct them for a little bit they would forget about her and she could sneak away.As i approached them i saw a few heads of the people nearby turning in my direction,it wasn't a usual thing for one of the outsiders to walk over to the Qsix because u brought nothing else but trouble to yourself.But yet here i was walking over to them alone to help someone i didn't even know with absolutely no idea of what to do of say.When some of the kids who belonged to the "knowitall" category(which was for those people who thought they knew everything and were the ones to first get news of everything new and were responsible for starting any gossip)saw me, they surely got something new to talk about and started pointing at me.As the Qsix turned around to see what was causing all the noise they saw me walking to them about ten ft from them and i saw surprise written all over their faces which then turned into smirks,i knew they were happy to find their volgende victim and i was the one taking myself to them this time,and i also knew that they wouldn't want to miss a chance to make someone like me miserable of u might say meer miserable cause i was already miserable.A small voice was screaming in my head to turn around and walk away but another told me not to be a chicken.All the kids were gathering around us now trying to see what was going to happen and it didn't look like it was going to turn out good.As i stood there i knew i had three options of what to do then:I could walk away,which would be hard to go through all the people around us now,i could change my mind about what i was going to do/say and maybe offer to do something which wouldn't turn out so bad of i could keep up what i wanted to do in the first place. At that point i decided to follow my instincts which wasn't a good idea because every time i did it, they always got me into trouble and i never noticed until it was over.And then as always with my instincts, i chose to keep going with the first plan.
posted by gossipgirlxoxo
I Wake up. I see nothing but my pale white ceiling, I want to stay here, but then I hear my name. I rush up and go to the door but then I look down and see what I am wearing nothing but my under wear and a white singlet. I get my dressing japon, jurk and put my arms through the sleeves. I walk down the stairs and see my sister, her face is filled with anger I suddenly regret coming down. I stop walking once I reach the bottom of the stairs she walks up to me and smiled. I am confused until I realise that Georgia is here. Georgia is the goddess of music, hundreds of years geleden she was the outcast, her...
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posted by funnyshawna
Life is an iPod. The different melodies, the ups and the downs, the changes in tempo, every song, and every experience differs a little from the next. Start with the tinkling bells, meaningless lyrics, and soothing sounds of early childhood. Everything is simple; repetition, a song meant for young ears, nothing to think about, nothing to ponder, just to breathe and to live. One song flows into the next, changing subtly, barely noticed. Then the words begin to gather meer depth; the beat becomes a little faster, a little louder. The muziek plays, slow and monotonous during the school day, dragging...
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Who is Mary Sue, u ask?

She is a pest, a scourge, a CURSE upon the world of fiction; a dull, cliche character who mostly invades the fan fiction universe (especially in fandoms like Lord of the Rings of Harry Potter), but can also be found in original work, TV shows, books, movies, etc. In fan fiction, she's usually the fangirl's way of inserting herself in the story and pairing herself up with the cutest/hottest character. This infamous evil can be identified door the following traits:

1: She is stunningly/unusually beautiful. Oh she may deny it, claiming to be a "plain Jane" and modestly deflecting...
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posted by VampirePrinsess
I read this and had to pass it on.
my name is sarah
i am three
my eyes are swollen
i cannot see
i must be stupid
i must be bad
what else could have made
my daddy so mad
i wish i were better
i wish i werent ugly
then maybe my mommy
would still wanna hug me
i cant do a wrong
i can't speak at all
or else i locked up
all dag long
when i wake up
im all alone
the house is dark
my folks arent home
when my mommy does come home
i try to be nice
so maybe i'll just get
one wipping tonight
i just heard a car
my daddy is back
from charlie's bar
i heard him curse
my name is called
i press myself
against the wall
i try to hide
from his...
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posted by BiteMeCullen107
“Ouch!” last night I was out to long and door the time I came home pagina I was exhausted so I just slept on my mattress that laid on the floor.
    I woke to the waves crashing onto the kust-, oever and the sun light touching my eyes. Not realizing I was on the edge of my bed, I stretched and landed on the cold floor to my two room apartment.
    I got off the floor grabbing my silk badjas that was sitting on top, boven of the box volgende to my mattress. I walked over to my living room windows and opened the shades up to reveal a beautiful ocean. The sky was clear all for...
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HEY,
I DID NOT WRITE THIS STORY MY BRO DID, HOPE u LIKE IT


15 years ago, mankind found that there was meer than the world showed us. There was another world where creatures of all appearances were hiding, the creatures made a deal with the humans that if they let them live in the human world as normal citizens they would help the humans deal with deceases and technology. They agreed but the humans decreed that all monsters must hid in a human form, this was no shock to the creatures and it was agreed that man and monster would live as one, as long as the monsters keep their true form a secret....
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I loved her.

As much as I hated her now I had loved her then.
But I had a problem now. The hate was getting in the way of my whole life. It was like this shadow that was always two steps behind me waiting to lash out. I did what I thought would help. Ignored it. And guess what? It just got worse. It got to the point where I was cold to everyone. My vrienden tiptoed around me of avoided me altogether. My hatred and anger were controling my life. I should have asked for help but I was way to stubborn for that. Why would I need to talk to a shrink? They were for crazy people. So, after a few weeks...
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posted by BiteMeCullen107
It was only a couple minuten after the reception and Aunt Alice was practically jumping out of her skin. “Esme can we toon them please, please, please?” Aunt Alice begged. “Ok but calm done Alice we don’t want to give it away.” Grandma told Aunt Alice. They tied a peace of cloth around Jacob and my eyes. We walked a mile and Grandma and Aunt Alice took of the blindfolds. Jacob and I stood in front of a beautiful three story house. “Grandma, Aunt Alice its beautiful. Thank u so much.” I zei turning back to them giving them both the biggest hug I’ve ever gegeven any one. They...
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This is my take on love,it came to me about two years ago,then it was just a phrase,i came up with the poem later on.:)I hope u like it,please Review it.Critisism is welcome-but no Flames pls.thanks bye!


Love Is A Tortured Soul

Love is a tortured soul.
Drenched in the bearing of it’s kind, and the lost.
For it gets lost quite easily; it’s naïve and foolish-desperate.
Love is a tortured soul.
It’s always there, waiting for u to find it in it’s dark dim home, longing for another of it’s kind to relate and confide to.
They come sometimes, of so it thinks.
It’s always being teased by...
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Alex's hunter had a name. Only one person knew his name and that was his ex wife. He was utterly baffled that Alex wouldn't crack where his family was. This was going to be hard.
Just then the door opened revealing his ex wife Melinda and his daughter Melanie. Alex's hunter felt his anger rise up into his head
"Crap Melinda why can't u bring her volgende year?" he roared raising his fists
Melinda became furious. He knew she would be coming! "Jerry calm yourself. It's your winter to take care of Melanie. u don't want to talk to my lawyer again do you?" She asked eying him like she trapped him...
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After eating breakfast Jacob and I went up to our room to get dressed. Finding the closet was pretty easy because there are only two doors in our room, the bathroom and the closet. “Oh. My. Gosh. Alice went way over board with this.” Jacob zei in a normal tone. I walked over and looked in the closet and she did. It was the size of my parents bedroom back at there house. Jacob and I had our own sides. Aunt Alice hadn’t put any of Jake’s of my clothes in the closet she bought all new clothes for us. We walked in to find something simple to wear but that was impossible with Aunt Alice...
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slowly climbing

inch door inch

bringing me closer

to my doom

butterflies of

anticipation

flutter nervously

in my stomach

knuckles whiten

jaws clench

what have I

gotten myself into

the suspense

is killing me

I'm going to hate it

I'm going to love it

I might lose my lunch

but I don't care

heaven help me

here it comes...

...

I hold my breath...

...

and then
I scream
my stomach
drops
my breath
is stolen
my heart
is pounding
adrenaline
courses
through
my veins
amid screams
of sweet terror
I fling up
my hands
and ride on
the wings
of Thrill!
Billy’s p.o.v
“I can’t believe girls got a ghost hunt” Rocco mumbled. We were all bummed the girls always got the good cases. “Yeah, I heard it’s about a guy who had scratched on his back” Max said. I sighed. “What cases do we have?” I asked Caleb looked down at his computer. “A girl says that her boyfriend was on a hiking trip and he hasn’t called of communicated with her since last week” he said. I rolled my eyes. “Do u think there’s anything to worry about?” I asked them, they all shrugged but Caleb nodded. “Even if there isn’t we have to help her anyway”...
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posted by gossipgirlxoxo
I walked in and saw Dawn and Thor. I walked over and gave them both a look. “Where are mom and dad” I asked looking around the house. Dawn smile. “Still in Australia” I looked at Dawn with a confused smile. “Well then what’s going on” I asked. I was angry at Thor and Dawn and not because of Liz of that mom and dad were still in Australia, but because they weren’t telling me anything. “Well?” I asked. Thor looked at me but he didn’t smile he just stared at me. “We were told to go home, we don’t know anything” he zei in a clam voice. I heard a bang, I turned and saw...
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posted by CheeryDavis
Hi, so this is my first story put on here! It's in poem style so i thought what the hooi-, hooi i'll post it! so here it is:

the sky turns black and gray
all the color withers away
but in your arms i will stay
come what may

the lights could dim
the sky could fall
the world could stand still
but your arms are all i can feel
and in them i will stay
come what may

the waves come crashing
pulling me into the deep
but your arms are all i can feel washing over me
and as u pull me up and hold me close
i know that u will never let go
in your arms i will stay come what may

the sky shines bright for the first time is...
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posted by iluvtheshow
I remember the dag I fell in love.
Not just simple love.
No, this was head over heels, I'd die for u love.
I remember where I fell in love.
A small middle school in a small town.
A place u could easily miss.
I remember the my matchmaker.
A short women, but with meer brand then u could ever imagine.
meer passion for what she does then I had ever seen.
I remember my girlfriends who were with me.
My athletic, sassy, fun-loving chicks.
My flirting consultants.
I remember him.
Good God, he was beautiful.
Yes, I remember the dag I fell in love.
True Love.
Head over heels love.
With..................
Basketball.

--------------------------------
This is dedicated to my first real basketbal coach. She taught me not just how to play basketball, but how to be part of a team. I have so much respect for her and I know I should thank her everyday for helping me fall in love. For Coach Joy.
posted by CullensFinest13
u hurt me I hope u die I cant belive I trusted u I cant belive I loved u I cant belive I stayed up and worried that u wouldnt call. I cant belive that i loved u i trusted u and cared for you. im tired of u its time i let u go but your always there u wont leave me alone...its time for u to leave so never come back walk out of my life i am going to lock my door and never let u back in stay out so i can be happy u need u need to die let me live my own life u shouldnt be controlling me anymore im not property im a human and i dont belong to the likes of you, u were...
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posted by vampiress015
I presuming we all joined this spot 'cos we love to write, right? If so then u all know what I'm talking about when I say that we all love our main characters and sometimes want to make them the best people in the world.

B-O-R-I-N-G

Yes, we want to make our main character gets the best out of the story, since it's their story. But if they're the best people in the world it doesn't really make them believable and then the reader just doesn't care about them (which is hard to understand cos we as the writer love em, but unfortunantley it's true)

So here is my step-by-step guide to make sure that...
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posted by Sweet_Pants
Just a poem. I hope it isn't much of a bother to rate.

I dream of all things

Uncertain of dark deeds and pasts

Within these thoughts as dark as sea

When once those wings of black

Hung over all

Shadowing but of the wretched white

That blinds me of all beauty.

I dream of all things

From happiness to highs

Let down these pills

of I’m gone, retreat inside my mind

Where none but the darkest thoughts

Swallowing twilight

I dream of all things

From the stories told door hidden scars

Unable to toon themselves

Under this intense scrutiny

That makes up this world’s attire

To the times that I could be happy

Without a drug to create

The much-needed illusion...


I dream of all things
No matter of their contents
Because, well,
Nightmares are still dreams.
posted by mrs-mindfreak
I decided to do a story where I put my iPod on shuffle and start writing. Lucky for me, all the songs were basically sad of angry music. So this is what I came up with :)

The rain pattered on the windows drowsily, drowning out Alana’s choking sobs. She sat in her favoriete wooden rocker, and buried her face in her hands miserably. Her black hair clung to her sweaty face. Her clammy palms were wet from tears. She never wanted to verplaats from that spot again. Although she was filled with irrevocable remorse, she felt comfortable there. No one in the house, rain falling softly outside, and just...
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