Writing Club
kom bij
Fanpop
New Post
Explore Fanpop
posted by CullenProperty
"I'd like a room please," Nick tells the front bureau clerk. The old lady give both of us a look over and portemonnee her lips then rolls her eyes.
"ID please," she tells us, "both of you," she looks at me.
"Mine's in the car, I'll be right back," I tell Nick, smiling at the lady.
I come back and the lady is defeated, she really didn't think I had one, but I showed her! She gives my drivers license back with a roll of the eyes and watches me as Nick fills out the paperwork.
"What's the license plate, Grace?" he asks.
My mouth drops and my eyes nearly fall out of my head. I turn around so the lady won't be able to read my lips, "My mom and dad are gonna know if the car is missing," I whisper yell.
"Shit," he says.
"And I have school tomorrow, their gonna know if I skip another day," I add.
"So now you’re saying u want to go home?"
I hang my head, "No, I don't. I just don't want to get in trouble, again," I mumble.
"Are u two gonna get this toon on the road of what?" the old lady demands.
We both look at her, annoyed and turn back around to finish our conversation; "I'll call them," I get to the conclusion.
"Are u sure?" he asks, seconde guessing my statement.
"I don't know what I'm gonna say to them, but yeah, I'm sure," I tell him, nodding my head then smiling.
"Are u done now?" the old fart asks, her lips pursed.
Nick hands her the paperwork and his credit card. In a few meer seconden we have our key and are checking into the room on the seconde floor.
"Well, at least the rooms are nicer than the front desk," I say, as he turns the light on and closes the door behind us.
"That bed looks so comfortable," he purrs in my ear.
"Looks like the one that Mr. leeuwerik almost raped me on," I say, turning in his arms.
The tears start streaming and Nick sighs, "Gracie, it's okay, I'm here," he tries to sooth me.
I stay in his arms for a few seconden waiting till all my tears come out and then I wipe my eyes, "I'm okay," I tell him.
"Sure?" he asks, still holding me.
"Positive," I say and lean up to press my lips to his.
His hands trail down to my butt and he hikes my legs up around his waist to walk us towards the bed. He lies down on me and trails his lips down my neck as I stretch my neck so he'll have enough room.
I unwrap my legs from his waist and instead, inpakken, wrap my arms around his back to pull his overhemd, shirt up and over his head. I trail one finger up his back to the back of his head as his lips find mine again. His right hand trails up under my overhemd, shirt from the hem of my pants to my breast and he unbuttons my bra. Since its strapless he just pulls it off and throws it on the floor and pulls my overhemd, shirt up and over my head. The cold bedspread shoots through every nerve on my body as Nick's lips hit every part of my chest; over my nipple, above my breast, down my stomach, in my belly button and then his fingers are trailing down the zipper on my pants. He stands up from the bed and pulls each pant leg off one door one, until their on the floor. He comes to lay back on me but I stand up and watch Nick's eyes smile at me. He doesn't say anything like I suspect him to have, but just watches me as I touch my freezing hand to his stomach and down under his pants and boxers. I pull them both down to the floor and then his hand reaches over to the bed to pull the sheets down, then up to my face and he pushes me back onto the bed. I can feel his penis through my underpants, ejaculation sap smearing all over them. His fingers trail down my back to my butt and he quickly slips them off, his hand cupping my butt cheek. I open my eyes to see him smiling at me and then he kisses my mouth before I can udder a sound. He pushes ever so lightly on his pelvis and that's when the numbness strikes through me. His tongue slips through his mouth onto my lips and I let his tongue enter my mouth. I can feel our nipples touch and his penis enter farther into me. My lips then stop moving and I can't verplaats anything on my body; We're not using a condom. We've always used a condom. What if he gets me pregnant? His sperm is already in me, I could be pregnant . . . I could be pregnant. Nick notices that I haven't moved an inch and his lips pull away from mine;
"What is it?" he asks, subtle but annoyed.
"Condom," I utter.
His shoulders drop, "Fuck," he whispers loud enough that I heard him.
He pulls out of me and rolls over to the other side of the bed, his breathing making me nervous.
"I can't get pregnant," I say.
"I know Grace; don't u think I know that? I've already knocked up one girl, I can't knock u up too," he yells.
"I'm sorry," I mumble.
"Don't," he says, looking over at me then his eyes open wide and he smiles, "my wallet," he says, getting up, baring all that he has in front of me and he searches for his wallet in his pants. I sit up in the bed with the covers up around my chest. He's turned around so that I can see his perfectly molded butt. He turns around with a little round package in his hand and a smile on his face.
"How old is that thing?" I ask, looking at the package, it's torn edges and a small hole in the middle.
"A few months," he says.
"Are u sure it's veilig to use?" I ask.
He opens up the package and pulls the condom out, shows me that there isn't any holes in it and I smile at him, biting my bottom lip.
"I gotta pee, babe," he says with no embarrassment and he pads away to the bathroom. I lay back on the pillows and close my eyes, listening to the sound of his pee hit the toilet. I didn't hear him come back out, but in second’s time, the covers are pulled down and his legs are on either side of me and his lips back on mine.

I trail my finger down his stomach as his finger trails down my back. It's as if my fingers have a mind of their own because as soon as I know it, they've trailed up his chest, down his shoulder and are now tangled in his fingers.
"We get to sleep together," I whisper to him, smiling.
"I know," he says and I look up at his face, his smiling beautiful, scruffy face.
I untangle my fingers from his and turn my head onto his shoulder.
"You're such a little dork, Grace," he says, smiling.
"I know," I smile, raising my hand up to his cheek and rubbing my thumb over his little prickles.
"I love your would-be-beard," I say, trailing my hand down his chest and resting it on his heart.
"I love your little freckles," he smiles, rubbing a thumb over my cheeks.
"I love your hair," I say, ruffling his ringlets.
"I love your smile, it makes me smile," he says and I smile, enforcing a smile on his face.
"I love your hands," I say, tracing each of his fingers to the end.
"I love your lips," he purrs, tracing my lips around and around with one finger and then he exchanges his finger for his lips. He slowly rolls back on top, boven of me and spreads his legs over me. I break away from his lips;
"We can't have sex again," I pant.
"Why not? I still have the condom on," he informs me.
"Is that safe?" I ask.
"Why wouldn't it be? It would just like taking a break for a few minutes, which we did and we're going back at it," he says embarrassment ringing in his voice. I kiss his mouth and pull my legs around his waist.

I wake up laced around Nick's body and his head on my shoulder, a little stream of drool down my chest. I look over on the bedside table, the clock reading 8:23 a.m. Good, no excuse to go to school, thank God. It's a shame we don't have any meer condoms, it would be nice to feel numb like I did all through last night. I trail my hand down Nick's side making him shiver. I start kissing his neck and his eyes flitter open to land on mine. I smile shyly at him and look down at my wandering hands around his stomach.
"It’s so nice waking up to you," he says, sounding like he cut himself short.
"I’m glad you’re here too," I tell him, scooting closer towards him.
I put my arms around his body and pull him closer to me. I kiss his neck around his collarbone area as he pulls me even closer into him. I watch his eyes close as he cuddles his head into the nook of my shoulder. He lets me kiss his neck for the time being until his hands started rubbing my bare back, so vigorously that I think it almost left imprints of his fingerprints. I let my lips fall from his neck, they travel down his chest where they eventually land. Nick's hands wander from my back to my shoulders where he massages them and eventually get them down and around my breasts. I kiss back up to his lips and he shoves his tongue in my mouth. One of his hands moves down to my thigh and he hikes it around his waist. His other hand that was keeping my breast warm moved slowly and seductively up my side and cupped around my cheek. His kissing became meer even and loving instead of sexual and horny. He maneuvers his weight and mine so that he's lying completely on the bed with me on top, boven of him. His lips stop moving and his hands lay securely in the middle of my back. His eyes look deep into mine and a smile plays at his lips;
"You are the cutest damn thing I have ever been around," he says, pulling his large hand into my peripheral vision.
"Your pretty hot yourself, Nick," I tell him, fingering his chest up and down.
He arches his head back and to the side, moaning in the pleasure. I caress his skin back up to his face and hold my hand onto his scruffy cheek. I kiss under his chin and play with his ear and sideburn, disturbing the little hairs up and down.
"Only u can make that feel like magic," he whispers, his face still turned sideways, his lips barely moving.
With my other hand, I reach behind my back and grab one of his hands; I put it on my shoulder blade and lay my head on his shoulder, my face turned towards his neck. I softly kiss his neck once and then close my eyes. I'm almost asleep again when I hear his voice talking;
"Graciebaby," he whispers, almost cooing to me. "Gracie," he smiles, patting my hair. "Come on baby, you've been out for a while," he says softly. "Your little tummy has to be starving," he says in a baby voice, his fingers running through my tangled hair.
"Five meer minutes," I grumble.
"Okay, Graciebaby," he says and then I'm dead out again.
Five minuten later and he's cooing at me again, "Let's go have pancakes," he says, trying to verplaats my head to face him.
"Ughhhhhh," I mumble.
"Baby we're not having sex, don't make that noise," he says, then, a little lower, "your turning me back on,". His hand moves down my back and quickly trails my butt, making me shiver then smile. "I know you’re awake, Graciebaby, u can't fool me," he murmurs gently, happy. I don't say anything but lazily trail my hand down his arm. I pat it several times, "What baby? I don't speak Grace, talk to me," he coos. After a few minuten of silence he tells me to talk, again.
"I wanna lay in your arms all dag long," I mumble slowly.
"Oh baby, do u know how much of a jerk that makes me feel like?" he asks.
"You’re not a jerk, if anything your the most wonderful person I've ever met," I tell him, still slow.
Our fingers entangle together and I felt a soft peck on my head. His lips verplaats down to my ear and nibbles at it for a while.
"Should we go tell the old lady to give us another night in here?" he asks in my ear, softly.
"I can't miss any meer school," I sadly say.
"Yeah, and I can't miss any meer work," he agrees. "But, God, do I want to be with you," he murmurs.
"And I with you," I say, quoting some book I read.
"Look at me, Graciebaby, please," he pleads. So I look at him, not because he told me, not because he's being so sweet to me, but because I love him. Our eyes lock and his dimply smile graces his face. "You’re a beaut to see in the morning, my little Grace," he says my name with absolute care and compassion, maybe even love.
The fragrance of scotch pine and blue net, spar is pungent in the air, amplified door the heat of late June. of so u think it is June. This place feels oddly void of time. u open your eyes to see a sun hazed over door stratus clouds. From all angles u spy familiar wooden structures.
You are back.

You sit up with your legs tucked under your bottom and bask in the estival air and all of the scents that waft within it. u furrow your brows, thinking that it is not as clean as before. Even so, the place hums with earthy energy. A stronger gust of wind picks up the hem of your overhemd, shirt and flutters...
continue reading...
u wake up under a shady willow with a vague semblance of what u had dreamt.
You have dozed off again. And no wonder, there is a good book in your lap and your favoriete songs are still crackling through your earbuds. u ought to replace them, they are going bad. u pull them out and decide to listen to nature’s muziek instead. The soft gurgle of the pond coupled with catkins rustling against each other has always been your favoriete blend of sounds. Every now and again your ear is filled with the nearly undetectable buzz of a cicada humming past. u aren’t quite sure, but u think that...
continue reading...
posted by Epismatic
The Man With No Eyes Collection (3): Mask




When the curtain rises, all is forgiven.

I’ll brush it all off with a movie-star smile,

A genuine laugh, but my eyes must be hidden,

The truth they contain is considered too vile.

My voice is a song that will play through your ears,

And invite u to dance to the sound of my tune,

I take a bow, deeply, and drink in your cheers,

I’ll always remain here,

You’ll come see me soon.

A new dag is dawning,

“Quick, put on your mask!”

And hurry outside, meet the crowd.

“Where’ve u been?”

With fanciful antwoorden to all that u ask,

I’ll always wait here for...
continue reading...
posted by WritingBookWorm
So, one of my New’s Years Resolutions this jaar it to write more. So, I decided to make this:

The goal is to write something every day.

Starting on the 31st of January, every dag there is a vague word, idea, object, question, statement of anything. u can take it anyway u want.

Then each dag u should write what it tells u too of something inspired door it. Whether it be a poem, a small scene, a character description, journal entry, short story of even just one really well crafted sentence.

Even if the prompt confuses you, of u have no ideas just write something! It’s a great exercise...
continue reading...
This guide was inspired door a vraag recently geplaatst door link on this spot. The user was looking for ways to put a twist on fairytales. I began to write an answer, but my answer soon developed into an article. So here it is.

Note that these aren't specifically for fairytales; they can be used on any old, well-known stories. After listing some ideas on how u can put a twist on such stories, I'll give a few examples of films that have done used one of meer of these ideas.

1. Swap the genders of the traditional characters.
Do any of the characters behave especially "typical" for their gender?...
continue reading...
posted by floraisbest1
Ms. Farogonda asked for the winx to come down to her office. when the winx reached ms. farogonda's office she told them that diana wants to speak wth one of you. she didnt tell me who but she told me to pick two extras. ms. farogonda can i go, bloom asked her. flora will be going along with musa and aisha ms farogonda told them. hmph bloom pouted, can we at least go with them bloom zei quikly. fine all of u girls can go and im bringing the specialist. ok stella zei in a sing song voice. lets go zei the winx. they met the RF boys outside and went in the owl. winx: WINX BELIEVIX
AT THE amazone, amazon
flora: let's get going
aisha: see ya winx
bloom: meet back here in an uur k
ok bloom musa said
( diana appears in front of them)
GUARDS take them away
what??!
(to be continued)
posted by LunaNotLoony
Anna flicked the T.V from channel to channel, bored: there was nothing worth watching. Sighing, she left the news on and flopped back on the sofa, not really intending to listen.
'The war in Iraq-.'
'Oh no, u don't,' Anna muttered, grabbing the remote. Her Dad had joined the army after her Mum had died of an overdose. Anna didn't really blame him, she'd have got out of the house as fast as possible too if she was an adult. The whole house was contaminated with the memories of Mum, of her laugh, of her accident... suicide... whatever it was. Even so, Anna missed Dad like it was painful. She'd...
continue reading...
posted by Ichigo127
An Amuto one-shot
hope u enjoy!

‘You know, Amu…,’ he was sitting there again, on the ledge of the window, staring wistfully outside. ‘All of them think you’re gone. But I know better. u are alive, I know it. Somewhere out there, you’re thinking about me too, aren’t you?’
He was talking again, talking to the moon. ‘You’ll never admit it but u have already fallen for me,’ he smirked at the moon. No, not the moon. It was Amu’s blushing face that he saw and it was her voice that he heard, ‘Shut up!’ he didn’t know it was the echo of his memories because he thought...
continue reading...
A shadowy figure silently brushed the silken curtains aside as she slipped through the open window and stepped into the dark chamber. Passing a small tafel, tabel and a bed, the vos, fox quickly headed towards a cabinet that stood against the far wall.
Beaded necklaces hung above a oval mirror that was set in the center. Her eyes rested on a miniature strongbox half hidden behind the mirror.
Paying no heed to the deafening clatter coming from the oblivious guest downstairs, she skillfully picked the tiny lock and raised the lid. It was hard to tell what was what in the darkness, so she emptied it into...
continue reading...
posted by Ichigo127
Yo! this is the first poem i wrote with a sane mind xD do tell me if u like it =)

Tears,
a combination of helplessness and anger,
a combination of joy and gratitude.
what different meanings it holds!
sometimes of love,
sometimes of hate.
with what different feelings we cry!
but those tears are the same.
they dwell inside the eye,
ready to attack,
the peace of our heart.
to flood the face,
with undoubted love and care,
with undoubted anger and hate,
with undoubted pain and despair.
pain? yes, and despair too!
the breakdown of our heart,
the dawn of the truth,
leading to flood the face,
with our sentiments undoubted.
posted by australia-101
Act like you're not
okay when u are and
that u are when you're
not. Run barefoot in
the snow. Stand out
in the rain for an hour
and think about anything
and everything u can.

Fall in love with
riddles and things that
aren't real and the
way some stars
shine. Cry when
you realize that life is
just one big sham and write
one hundred cliché poems
about it, and then write one
that u actually mean.

Use profanity. Be the
one fucking introvert
in a room full of
extroverts and scream
shit just for the fun of
it. slikken every goddamn
metaphor u ever dreamed
of and write them down
with your own blood.

Eulogize...
continue reading...
Hi Everyone!
I've been working on a book for a while now. Im not gona post all of it at the same time, but I Will post the Prologue. Please tell me what u think! I invite constructive criticism to make it better! THX!


Prologue
    “Tanya! I don’t understand what’s so different about this kid! He’s done nothing to make me see him as special!” Tanya glowered at her obnoxious boyfriend. “Don’t u see?” She zei icily, “He isn’t like us!” Virgil and Tanya looked at there new child. He wiggled around in his kinderbedje, wieg and giggled happily. The child crabbed...
continue reading...
What do u want from me?
A tortured body?
A broken soul?

What do u expect to happen?
As u kick me down
As u rip me apart

Tell Me!!!!!!!!!!

What do u want to happen?
As I close my eyes
And take my last breath

I zei I would stay
Till I took my last moment
But now I'm leaving
A victim no more

I lived with your love
The love u showed with your fist
I died because of that love
Your love was only Hate

Now someone else will take my place
Will live with your kind of love
Now someone else will receive your lies
Will know your treachery

What did I expect?
That you'd change?
That you'd learn to love?

What did I ever...
continue reading...
One afternoon, Sapphire sat in her room, on her bed, quietly daydreaming with her headphones in. Her eyes were glazed over, and she was in her own magical world.
Sapphire entered the sparkling cave in the middle of the forest. Her blue dress was tattered, and her misty roze fairy wings were damp from the moist, warm air. But she was feeling fine.
Sapphire took a few steps into the sparkling cave. It was made entirely of ice and crystal. Trickling water could be heard as miniature streams fell continuously from the ceiling. Icy stalagmites stood firmly in the cold crystal floor. Icicles hung from...
continue reading...
posted by Attirox2
The air was still as if it were holding its breathe waiting for me as I approached the ledge. I could feel myself pushing back tears as I clutched the fragile locket in my hands; I traced its dainty designs with my finger. "So mom and dad are getting the divorce after all. I guess u were right E. I don't know why I ever doubted u about that one I mean it was obvious! I guess I tried to block it out like what happened......" I muttered looking up at the milky white moon. It seemed to look down at me with sympathetic beams of light. My hands gripped the marble ledge tighter. "Eliza it's been...
continue reading...
posted by Rae-Ash
It’s the color of you
u always wore it
It’s the color we shared
As we hid from them

With it we showed our true selves,
Though no one cared
Our oranje book bags
Were our shields from some of the pain

We protected each other
But it wasn’t enough
We were like two oranje crayons
When everyone else was green

Then u left me alone,
All I had was our color orange
As they hit me
I took peace in knowing
u were in the oranje field in the sky
u always zei was there.

The oranje of the sun set
Is your smile
Even though u left too soon

Orange…

Now it’s my color
My way of remembering you
Now I am the lone oranje in the rainbow
Without u here

I protect my own
Though I wish u were here

Now oranje is my color
A color for your bravery
A color for my survival

oranje will forever be our color
Even though death took u away

Forever oranje for you,
Sweet Cassidy.
Hello to the cold world, I was named Max Lee Moore door the parents who absolutely despise me. I am sixteen years old at the moment, will be turning seventeen on June 27th. But who gives a crud? u know what I receive for my birthday every year? For how old I am, like sixteen. I get sixteen whips from a belt. My dad doesn't live with me anymore to whip me, so there's my mother. She gets a kick out of every whip. It seems to make her ecstatic. Each whip equals to one of her evil laughs. She whips me any chance she wants to. It pains me so much that I'm surprised I haven't committed suicide yet....
continue reading...
posted by sheldor101
Violently, the ground shook,
As the mountain exhaled black smoke.
Overwhelmed, they ran for cover,
Those left began to choke.
Cherished, were the possessions left behind,
Melted and scattered as ash.
Beloved, the children lost,
They couldn’t make a snel, swift dash.
Darkened, the cloudy heavens above,
Black clouds fell from the sky.
Covered, the people escaping,
With no way out they began to die.
Lost, the souls of the trapped,
A snatched half-chance at life.
Fallen is Pompeii;
Civilisation, love and it’s people’s cries.
I don't know about other people, but I've began to notice that we are relying on teachnology way too much!

Yes this vraag has been suggested to most of us before (most commonly door our parents). But this time it's different. It is normal for parents to think that teenagers are obsessed with our I-pods, i-phones, laptops of other. This is normal because our parents didn't have things like this when they were younger.

Most adults where I live including my parents didn't have the internet growing up. They all had to either go to the librery for information of have a collection of encyclopidias...
continue reading...
posted by queenpalm
Prologue
Mana was not your normal girl. Her favoriete color was grey. She called all her teachers door their first names. Mana was not on the populair side, nor the unpopular side. She had her own ways, her own ways for everything.
Especially pets...

Chapter One
I sighed and plopped down on my bed with my laptop. After a long, hard dag of school, nothing was better than writing an essay, not! Such mean teachers!
Looking around, I try to find an animal to do the meld on. All I need to do is describe the animal's habitat, eating habits, and appearance. I kept looking. Wow, hard decision. I love being...
continue reading...