Writing A Story That Needs To Be Told سے طرف کی Matthew Berkowitz

The subject of Rowan stopped the chewing of پیزا and sipping of soda. Everyone at my sleepover knew I had had a HUGE crush on him for a really, really long time. Finally, someone spoke. It was my best friend, Liz. “Um, Victoria, how do آپ expect this plan to work out? I mean, آپ know...” Liz had always been sensitive about the boy, even though they’d ended a 2-year relationship almost 7 months ago, she still wasn’t over him. Someone else replied, سے طرف کی saying “Um, Liz? Hun? آپ BROKE UP WITH HIM LIKE, 7 MONTHS AGO! آپ really need to اقدام on.” I shifted uncomfortably. I hated when...

As the Hero awoke he found himself in a dark hallway "wha...what happened?" he thought to himself as he wondered aimlessly down the hallway trying to get his bareings, he saw a faint light flickering only for a moment giveing him only enough time to make out where he was "wait.... no it can't be." he کہا running down the hallway toward's the light, while he was running he noticed picture's of his family confirming exactly where he was "this couldn't be..... my old house burnt down 5 year's ago.." he کہا stopping to notice one of the door's open with barely any light barely any light comeing...

Cameron faced me. "Huh?"

"I said", my eyes focused on Mercury. "Could آپ give us some privacy?"

"I could, but I don't want to."

I scowled.

"It's fine Mercury, I'll see آپ later." Cameron kissed her on the cheek.

The sight stung the back of my eyeballs.

She smiled at him, glared at me, and left.

Cameron faced me again. "Now what did آپ want?"

"I want to know why the hell you're tongue was in that..bitch's mouth", I yelled. I had never used profanity before, but it felt good.

"Because she's my girlfriend."

"No, I'm your girlfriend!"

"Correction, آپ were my girlfriend."

" 'Were'? What do آپ mean 'were'?...

The Tower of London is notorious for it's ghost stories. Its where I live. I get to go to the White Tower whenever I want. I get to hang round the St. Peter ad Vincula chapel. And sometimes, I can get دوستوں in for free. But this, this is my story. My name is Tallulah, Tara to my friends, family, and you. And this is my tale of terror in the Tower.

I had gotten back from Tudor History with my tutor. I was pretty exhausted, as I had been on a walking tour and class. And I had been called in to help a guided tour, that's the kind of thing we get when we live here. It's only a few of us, but we...

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Aria Glass sat on سب, سب سے اوپر of her house with an unopened بیئر in her hand and her eyes on the sky. It was a beautiful night and Toby and Jared where at it again. Jared had become مزید quick-tempered than usual, barking at almost everything. Neither boy’s where good at their temper control and over the years Aria had learned to let boys be boys and fight it out themselves. But Aria could take them both, Aria smirked at this thought, true یا not they would never hurt her.
    But she did hate it when they fought, although...

This might only work if you're familiar with the tale of Jason, the Ancient Greek hero, but who gives a crap? Haha, anyways, I was going to enter a writing competition because I figured that it would be a good way to, well, I don't know. BUt Greece was my inspiration coz that's where I'ma going and I was looking at this Greek website that my friend Hanniekins sent me the link to and I was reading about the heroes and stuff and I wrote, well, this.... So yeah... xD
JASON

Jason sprinted faster, pushing his muscles to the as he pumped his arms and legs. Behind him, the sounds of his pursuer...

"...So there's no way you're taking Cosette ہوم if she doesn't want to!" Echo shouted across the kitchen. She's been ranting for about ten منٹ straight. It even frightened me. Asteria seemed surprised, but calm. That scared me too. Was she so certain I was coming ہوم no matter what? Echo paused for a couple moments, trying to regain her breath. She looked at me. "You... aren't leaving, are you?" I looked at Asteria, and sighed.

"No," I کہا firmly. Asteria's eyes saddened a little bit.

"Please?" she whispered. My دل ached at her sadness. I was stuck between her, and my life here. But...

"All I need is your support",she said.My stomach went into knots.Reluctantly I took her hand.Boney fingers stabbed into mine.The room began to spin and purple fog rolled into the room through the floor boards.Then,it was done.Let me start from the beginning.I'm Caroline LeBeau.My father used to own half of New Orleans.That is,before his "tragic" death.Before he took his last breath he کہا to me and my twin sister,Madeline,"My millions will be divided between آپ two."It has been four years since then and me and Madeline have went our seperate ways.Here's our story.
"Come on,hon,you can't stay...

The اگلے day, I had no choice but to go to school. My دوستوں looked at me with concerned looks, but I tried to ignore that. We all stood around in front of the school, waiting to be let in before the first bell.

"How آپ doing?" Chasity asked. I shrugged.

"Did آپ hear?" Axel said, his eyes wide with interest.

"Hear what," Liberty said.

"The kids they took in weren't the real shooters. They had their alibis. And no one ever really saw the shooters; they were disguised یا something. So that means---"

"The real shooters are still here," بانگ finished. Everyone shifted uncomfortably.

"Well why...

“Oni! Did آپ already pack some shampoo, conditioner and all of that crap? آپ know that hotel hygiene products suck!” shouted June through my bathroom door.

“June chill, Let me finish taking my waz.” I rolled my eyes. No use she couldn’t see it.

I walked out of the bathroom sat on the edge of my بستر looked up at June and کہا “Don’t آپ ever go home? I bet that Andrew misses آپ dearly.” I smiled at her. Now it was her turn to roll her eyes.

June sat اگلے to me. She put her head into her hands. I wasn't expecting that, I pat her back.

"June what's wrong?" I asked concerned while...

Prologue
The Life of Amelia Grace



Mia Grace’s alarm clock rang shrilly in her ear that morning. Groaning, she rolled over, pounded the snooze button down and buried her face in the covers. She was barely able to get another few extra منٹ of sleep before somebody ripped the covers off of her and a cheerful voice rang out, “Come on, Mia, you’re never going to get into eleventh grade سے طرف کی sleeping all day!”
“That’d be an easy way to do it,” mumbled Mia, rubbing her eyes and stretching. When she opened her eyes a black haired man was looming over her, a stupid grin on his face.
“Geez,...

I was sitting. Doodling on a notepad with a purple pen and sitting on my پسندیدہ green beanbag chair.

“Oni, Oni!”(Oh-nee) Yelled my eldest sister June as she jogged into my room oh so gracefully. I sat upright, noticing that I was slouching again.

'Sit up straight یا you’re gonna get a crooked spine and spend the rest of you’re life in a wheelchair.' I mocked my Mom’s frequent nags. She’s a Chiropractor, آپ know how they are.

“What is it my Lovely sister dear?” I asked June snidely while rolling my eyes.

You see, I haven’t been in the best mood these past few months. I...

I got to the motel around ten that night. I paid forty dollars for two nights. I figured I could find an apartment سے طرف کی then. At least I hoped I could.
    I now sat on the side of a bank over looking a river. Lucy sat beside of me, getting all the latest drama from my life. She was almost like my therapist. I knew I was supposed to be hers, but it wasn‘t the best arrangement.
    “Love sucks, Lucy,” I کہا while rubbing my eyes. I had just told her about what happened between Alexander and me.
    “I used to think that, too....

I awoke around ten that morning. I looked beside of me Alexander sat looking at me. A hint of a smile was on his face.
    “Good morning,” he said, handing me a cup of coffee.
    “Thanks,” I کہا taking a sip. It was just the way I like it, black.
    “You may want to get dressed,” Alexander said, eyeing my stomach. I pulled up the sheet.
    “Why? Clothes are so restricting,” I said. There was no point in getting dressed. I needed to avoid Grey as long as possible. She would be pissed.
    “I...

It felt like I had been submerged under water. I was suffocating.
    “How could آپ leave her?” I managed to get the سوال out of my mouth.
    “Genette didn’t tell me she was pregnant. I didn’t even know about Lucy until she was five. سے طرف کی then I figured it was too late,” Alexander کہا a look of pain was in his face.
    “It’s never too late, Alexander,” I said, angered سے طرف کی the fact he would just give that magnificent child up.
    “It was at the time. I didn’t know where she was, and the...

I sat on a black, leather couch, starring at the deep blue walls. I was in Alexander’s office, for my appointment. I’d come here straight from the cathedral. My hair was tangled, and messy. I still wore plaid pajama bottoms, and an old, gray tee shirt.
    I came to a realization last night. Today, I would make my move. I have done enough to hold my own. Now I could be happy…Maybe.
    I debated whether, یا not I should tell Alexander about Lucy. Dr. Anozi would’ve liked the idea, but I’m not sure about Dr. Laveney.
    I also...

I stroll down Western Avenue with a blue coin پرس, تھیلی in my fragile hands. People in every direction as far as the eye can see. Neighbors being neighborly, store keepers selling and people riding the subway to work. Today happens to be a Saturday morning. And as usual, I awaken in the morning at six o'clock and dress. Every Saturday morning is the same old thing. I turn to the corner seeing the store I've been looking for. Roosevelt Island Shop. Yes. Indeed I live on the island of Roosevelt Island. It's very exhilirating to walk in the streets of our state of New York. As I enter the small shop,...

    Grey pulled away from the house. I sat inside on the couch. Our house had deep brown walls, and light brown hard-wood floors. There were knick-knacks everywhere. Pictures of Grey’s family hung on the walls. None of mine, though, I prefer to keep mine in my suitcase.
    It may seem odd, but I keep all my belongings in my suitcase. I’m afraid if I unpack something bad will happen.
    The brown سوفی, لٹانا I sat on, and musty smell of the house grew old on me. I walked outside to the front porch. It was one of the nice, white, wrap-around...

George Clark looked at his newborn son Lucas. Devestated at the death of his wife, he wonders why she couldn't stop her alcoholic addiction, especially for her own child. After they found out she was pregnant, George encouraged her to go to theorpy, have interventions, یا anything to stop her addiction. Nothing would help. Even knowning that she had a son on the way, she still drank. George refused to raise Luke all سے طرف کی himself. He felt like he wouldn't be a good enough single father to raise him. He tried for a month, but took Luke to an orphanage, hoping that his son would be adopted and have...

As they were drawing close to Howl, I got jealous and defensive all of a sudden. "Hey! He's not used to so many people around him, so back off!" One of the girls looked at me and said,"Take a chill pill,k'? We just like him." Debbie flashed her evil green eyes at me and said,"Yeah Lilith. Maybe he would like to see a real woman for once instead of a little pathetic nobody like you." Something inside of me just burst into flames. She's kept going and going, calling me trashy because of how my tank سب, سب سے اوپر was دکھانا my naval. I gave her a cold hard stare and said,"You're jealous because I have...