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Chapter 1

I woke up that morning, not even wanting to get out of bed. I was so tired and I had a major hangover from last night's party. I looked down. I was really relieved that I still had my clothes on. I didn't want a repeat of last time. Brianna still isn't over me. She's freaking stalking me right now.

After my head stop spinning which was about twenty منٹ later, I got out of bed. God I was a mess. Stupid Ken with a party on a school night. I looked at the clock beside the میز, جدول and it read "8:30". I really didn't care if I was late. My record could take one مزید late.

I stayed in بستر for even longer. My headache was major and I could barely what happened the last day.

After two منٹ of thinking, I realized something; I was at Ken's house and I never left. How the hell did I get back home? Now that is freaky.

After trying to fall back asleep again, but not suceeding, I decided to get dressed and go to school. Right now it was about 10:00 and if I get ready and go to school it'll be 10:30. That's great I missed almost half the دن of school. I would've stayed longer but I can't stay in بستر very long.

I quickly put on a pair of jeans and a white t-shirt. I put on my leather جیکٹ on. It was my style, along with half the guys who want to be me.

I walked downstairs and got into my car. My mom has a job at an office which requires her to leave really early in the morning. She takes my little sister to karate practice later and let's her walk with her little ninja دوستوں to school after karate.

Actually Penelope is my half-sister. My biological father left me a long time پہلے and my step-father lives in Iraq. I'm not sure why my mom is still with that dickhead. It is so obvious he is cheating on her. Even Penelope knows what's going on and he hates her father too.

When I finally got to school I heard the گھنٹی, بیل ringing indicating third period. Wait what did I have again? Damn where's my backpack. Stupid headache.

I got out of the car and just walked into school. Maybe I would see someone from my class یا one of my friends. They would know probably.

When I got inside the school I immediately saw Jake. "Yo... Jake. What's up dude? آپ look freaky..." He had this weird sparkle in his eyes. It looked really strange, like he was going all ga-ga over someone. Maybe it was Lady GaGa... Haha I'm hilarious.

"Dude... Look right there..." He pointed to the direction and I saw this girl... She was beautiful! She had sparkling green eyes, really white teeth, and very short clothes. She looked exactly like the kind of girl I would be going all over, if I was like Jake, Ken and all the other guys I hang out with.

"Oh wow. Another girl for آپ to be crushing on?" This was the nineth this ماہ I think. And the ماہ just started two days ago.

"What's your point? And I'm not crushing... I think this may be love." he کہا with his Lady Ga-Ga eyes again.

"Yeah but didn't آپ say that about Brianna and Lilia?" I asked. He was really dumb... And if he actually could keep Brianna to himself I bet she wouldn't be stalking me right now.

"Well I would until a certain friend decided that he wanted to bang her..." Eww. Why did he say that word? It's so gross.

"Okay I was drunk, I can't contol how I am when I have alchol inside my body. I'm really sorry that I never learned how to not get drunk yet..." I sighed. Well that wasn't nice of him. And it was extremely gross.

"I think we should head to class now..." he said. Maybe he didn't have a comeback. یا maybe he'd tell me a comeback after school way after the conversation was over and when he finally got a good comeback.

"Sure... سے طرف کی the way, which class do we have right now?" Was he even in my class?

"Phys. Ed." Shit! I hate the class. It was sucks so much, and it's not because I stink in sports. I'm great in all sports we play but the fact that all the girls stare at my butt the whole time. They are pervs. And they say we are whenever we stare at their boobs یا something.

"Great..." I کہا sarcastically. He enjoys it when girls look at his. But I hate it because remember... I'm not into girls unless I'm drunk. I'm not a player... It's just those parties that Ken throws... too good to pass.

"Oh guess what? The new girl, my love, is in our class. I so can't wait to دکھائیں her my skills." he told me.

"What skills do آپ have? آپ suck at this subject. You're the only guy in our class that got 50. Seriously and آپ pass every other subject." Idiot.

"Whatever dude. I got skills and آپ just don't want to admit it. Fine whatever. But I'm pretty sure Megan would like to talk about it."

We went to the guys changeroom to see alot of guys already out. Well we had to hurry. Oh wait, I forgot my shorts and shirt. Oh well.

"Hey آپ have an extra شرٹ, قمیض یا something?" I asked. I normally bring my clothes to my favourite subject, something that doesn't involve any mental thinking at all.

"Nah. Go get your own." He grinned.

"Ah, screw you." I کہا and I walked out of there leaving him all alone.

I don't care. But running in jeans is really hard. When I got out I was immediatly surrounded سے طرف کی girls saying how hot I was last night. Well I had to admit... Those new jet black jeans did look pretty good on me.

When Jake came out he pulled me out of the crowd. "Let's go to Megan!" I walked with him.

"Hey Meg. I'm Jake, your lover here at Ackermean High." Wow... Way to be smooth.

"Hey. I'm your friend's girlfriend, his lover here." What was she talking about? "Hello." She کہا directed to me.

I walked away. Not another one of these girls! Great. It's just my luck to get a new girl to have a crush on me.
posted by hgfan5602
I will remember آپ always.
Will آپ remember me?
That is a سوال for آپ to answer,
And not me.

I promise
That I will always
Keep the flame of memory alive.
The fun that we had will never
Be forgotten.

Even on foggy evenings,
The darkest of nights,
آپ will always be in my heart.
For I know that آپ will help me
Keep the flame of memory blazing
Always.

All the good times that we had,
All the fun that we had,
All the tears that we let out,
All the anger we let out
Will never be wasted.
Because every منٹ of it
Is in my heart.

I will tend to the fire
Every night,
Recollecting all the memories we have
Knowing that the flame of memory
Is the brightest flame of all
And it will blaze on.
posted by hgfan5602
It is sad how we must leave each other,
But it is something we must do in life,
So accept the fact that we do,
And leave now.

We go our separate ways in life,
Towards our careers that we prefer.
Although we must leave each other
We still have each other's memories
Tucked safely in our heart.

We leave
But we make new friends
The leaving might break our hearts
We understand that it is something
We must do.

It is something we do
To grow in life
To build character.
We go our separate ways in life
Though sad,
However helpful.
Hi. My name is Jake Gartner, and right now, basically a huge mutant serpent is coming to نگلنا me whole, tear me to pieces of flesh, so I have no time to talk right now. Oh, um...you want to follow me? Sure, just accept that everyday will be the best of the thrills. Right now, we are not getting any help from the immortal world, so just know that we have a horrible system of magic right now, and we have an extremely low supply of weapons, thus, the chance that آپ will get out of this mess is around eighty-six percent. (because of me, the master of war) Oh yeah, the serpent. Enough talk. (ROARS) Off to kill a mutant serpent!!! (stabs, deflects, cuts a gash in its head, dies) That's only our first one, trainee. Whatever your name is. اگلے time, I invite آپ to شامل میں with us on our battle. And it will be even مزید life-consuming, if آپ know what that means.
Well..I guess I am not realy good at writing stories..but I love doing it so I guess I can post one short story here~~~
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I knew nightmares pretty well. Those sick, little, messed-up dreams, which آپ can never forget. No matter how much آپ try they stuck in your head unwilling to set آپ free. But I guess, I'm used to that. I had nightmares since I was a little child and some of them مزید than once. After I reached the age of seven they became my سیکنڈ shadow. It was like I had an alter-ego. I became so intoverted that in the end people were afraid to touch...
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posted by morganaforever
This is the first chapter of I Won't Let Him Keep us Here. Enjoy

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Missing.

The word was whirling around Carla’s head, making it ache, making the room spin.
“They’ll find her, I promise.”
“Really? Would آپ mind using your newfound physic powers to tell me where the hell she is, then?” snapped Carla, shrugging her sister’s comforting arm from her shoulders.
Carla hadn’t meant to snap like that, but Sophie was so naïve. Maybe she believed everything...
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I woke up. The director came in and yelled at me to get out of bed. I sighed. I knew, this was, another دن in showbiz. Showbiz was, at first, a very interesting and exciting activity to take on. It was much مزید serious than I thought it would be, and a lot less fun. I was Syria, the main protagonist in the story. My real name is Stace, for those of آپ who don't know. I could be a trouble-maker in the play, but I couldn't be rambunctious and cause trouble for the crew.
People confused me most of the time. Especially adults. I could be trouble-making in the play, but I couldn't be rambunctious...
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posted by thetscfan121
Please comment, I need the comments, writers feed themselves from comments, so if آپ don't want to kill me of starvation, please comment.



Lots of bad things happen these days. War, violence, corruption, people confusing SFX for SEX, drugs, death, car accidents, etc,etc,etc. Peter knew of them and کہا that مقبول line in puertorrican youth language, "ME IMPORTA UN BICHO!!!" Literally translated, "I care a dick." That's the way things are and that's the way I tell you. Well, Peter had one point against him: he was a catholic. Confirmed, conbined and sealed in paper, he was supposed to be the...
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posted by Hades223
CHAPTER 1


The claustrophobia had finally set in. In this incredibaly long elevator ride to the arena where I was to battle to the death with 23 other kids, fear's cold grip latched onto my heart. Then nervousness had crept its way into my nerves, making me tingly and numb. Now finally, after spending 15 منٹ in this freakin' tube, claustrophobia had clotted my mind. With all three fighting for control over me, I was curled in a ball on the floor. Some impressive tribute I turned out to be.
My name is Grazio. No last name. In fact, no last names will be uttered in this entire story, so get...
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posted by anbonie
“Nice performance!”
“Thank you, butler!”
Servant smile to Pieter and opens the door of red Ferrari. While driving no one used to speak, until Pieter say something to his butler and bodyguard:
“Did آپ hear when my voice trembled? I think that was 14th song.”
“No, Sir…”
“When my father isn’t near, please call me Pieter”
“Yes, Si… I mean Pieter”
They arrived to McChink’s mansion. Servant turned engine off and ran on other site of car to open Pieter’s door, but he was too late. “I’m sorry, Sir…” کہا butler. Pieter sent him angry look: “I can open the door!...
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posted by para-scence
I'm never good enough for anyone. I'm always in someone's way. My mother, who had me at sixteen, always complains that I ruined her life. My father left before I was born. I never had any real friends; they all کہا I was too weird, یا I'm such a loser. My teachers hated me, because I could never get good grades. I could never do anything right. All my life, I've been annoying, stupid, worthless, and a waste of space. But they never even gave me a reason, so I couldn't even fix the problem. Am I too ugly? I know I'm less than average looking. My blond hair is a pretty dull color, and I never...
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posted by IloveMyLord

Fiction reveals truth that reality obscures.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
Truth is stranger than fiction, but it is because Fiction is obliged to stick to possibilities; Truth isn't.
Mark Twain
Fiction is the truth inside the lie.
Stephen King
For truth is always strange; stranger than fiction.
Lord Byron
Fiction is like a spider's web, attached ever so slightly perhaps, but still attached to life at all four corners. Often the attachment is scarcely perceptible.
Virginia Woolf
Fiction is not imagination. It is what anticipates imagination سے طرف کی giving it the form of reality. This is quite opposite to our...
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posted by kingdaka44
I had no sense of time passing as I stared at the wall. I couldn't move, couldn't relax the tight ball that my body was curled into. I tried to think of how long I had stayed in this position. I guessed it had been about two months. It had been two months since I last went hunting. I had gone alone, and when I had come back I had collapsed on the floor, unable to move. I wondered vaguely why I didn't feel thirsty. Then I dismissed the thought, for I couldn't feel anything anymore. I just felt numb all over, except in the one place where I would have welcomed the numbness: my mind.
I could...
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I had a dream, which was not all a dream.
The bright sun was extinguish'd, and the stars
Did wander darkling in the eternal space,
Rayless, and pathless, and the icy earth
Swung blind and blackening in the moonless air;
Morn came, and went and came, and brought no day,
And men forgot their passions in the dread
Of this desolation; and all hearts
Were chill'd into a selfish prayer for light:
And they did live سے طرف کی watchfires - and the thrones,
The palaces of crowned kings, the huts,
The habitations of all things which dwell,
Were burnt for beacons; cities were consumed,
And men were gathered round...
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posted by DarkGirl23
Five years later, sixteen, and the experience of it still torments me.

I suffer sleepless nights in the dark, waking up from the strangest nightmares known to man.
The site of the body still clings to me like the stench of misery. It makes me wonder, all through this time, what actually keeps the average human going?

All we are is dead in the end anyways.
I mean, It’s not exactly like people get the opportunity to really DO something with their lives anymore. Like, for example, something heroic: slaying a dragon, assassinating the one who desires to kill and rule with tyranny, یا maybe be the...
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Hey guys sorry that i haven't added a new entry for this in like 7 months, i have been really busy with school, homework, tests, etc. if your interested please let me know because then i will just try to recap everything that has happened very often. so read on, fav please it would mean a lot! thanks now on with the story


One the first دن of school i still couldnt believe that Brent was on my team, that meant he'd be in a lot of my classes.On the دن back i wore a pretty new red and black stripe سب, سب سے اوپر with a attached cover thing, but the شرٹ, قمیض had a beautiful فیتا, فیتے back with black jeans. When...
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posted by meganhartxo
i suddenly felt a sharp pain from my chest before i knew it i had fallen to the ground not knowing wat had happen to me i struggled to get up i lifted my head and was shocked to see my own mother standing before me and a sharp باورچی خانے, باورچی خانہ چھری that i had once used griped in mothers hand i was shocked i tryed to say something but couldnt i was in to much pain but i couldnt believe it the mother that gave birth to me, raise me and that i loved dearly had done this to me i suddenly felt cold and fell back to the ground i layed there watching my mother staring at me in discust i felt a pain in my...
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posted by Skitty_Love
 Heather. Illustration(c)PhoenixRoyale
Heather. Illustration(c)PhoenixRoyale
It was a cool Autumn, just like any other. It relaxes me, feeling the cold press up against my face. My elder sister, Allisyn loved this time of year, because that was the time of the Archer's Tournament. I never really cared, even if she asks me to support her. It was such a dull & tedious event. I've always thought that it was lame, even when I was little. Not exactly my cup of tea.
"Honey, do آپ think آپ might feel like going to your sister's Tournament this year? I don't see why آپ never want to go, آپ could learn a thing یا two from her, if آپ decide to learn how to handle a bow...
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posted by DxCFan123
MONTH 12, DECEMBER 28, THE دن SADAO IS TO DIE
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I ran away before Sadao woke up, taking my scythe with me. I was to be away from him all day, anyways. I walked around the town, looking for something to do until 1:10.

I really don't understand why I had to spy on him, he dies either way.

I just jumped around from rooftop to rooftop, watching random people on the street. I ended up doing this until noon, which is when I decided to follow Sadao. He did things that a regular person would do, went to the bank, bought some groceries, went out to eat, etcetera, etcetera, etcetera....
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posted by DxCFan123
This chapter and the اگلے will be very quick, for I am probably going to quit Fanpop, there's not enough things for me to do here.
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MONTH 12, 3 WEEKS UNTIL SADAO IS TO DIE
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Kat's POV
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Before I went to sleep, I checked my soul book. It read

SADAO MEIWAKU
AGE: 17
TIME OF DEATH: DECEMBER 28TH, 1:10 P.M.
TO BE KILLED BY: KURO NEKO
CAUSE OF DEATH: HIT سے طرف کی A BUS


Tears filled my eyes. I was to kill my love in 3 weeks. I was going to murder him, and there was nothing I could do about it. It was against the shinigami rules...
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posted by DxCFan123
ماہ 10

Kat's POV
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"I think they're dating..." some girl کہا to her friend as we passed them, holding hands. We didn't care what they said, and all of it was true. We were dating, we were in love with eachother. We kissed eachother in public, we held hands, we told eachother we loved them every 5 minutes. I didn't like to wonder what would happened when Will found out about this, یا what I would do when his time came.

AFTER SCHOOL
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"Love you, Sadao." I told him.
"Love you, too, babe."
We kissed eachother, and thought of what to do, considering it was Friday. "We could go out to eat again!" I suggested. "Just somewhere except for that sushi place, I'm getting tired of that place." So, we decided to go to a پیزا place a couple blocks down.

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Excuse the shortness of this chapter.