Schreiben Club
Mitmachen
Fanpop
New Post
Explore Fanpop
posted by para-scence
"Good mornin'," Micah sagte as he arrived at the park; our usual meeting place. I stopped the swing, schaukel just in time before I nearly kicked him in the face. We laughed.

"Sorry," I giggled. "Hey." He smiled and took a sitz in the swing, schaukel Weiter to me. My cheeks flushed as I thought over yesterday. I just had to know. "Um, Micah? What'd Du want to tell me yesterday? I mean, before I had to leave." He furrowed his eyebrows, then frowned.

"Huh? Oh... It was nothing."

"Ok," I nodded.

We soon Lost track of time, and were almost late for school. Since we couldn't take the long way, we had to take the faster way, which passed in front of my house. Micah stopped.

"Is that your Dad?" he asked worriedly.

"Uh, no. He... likes intense crime shows, and he's hard of hearing. It's just the TV." Micah pursed his lips, like he didn't believe me. I tried to keep my breathing under control, maybe then I wouldn't blush so much.

"Alessa, if there was something wrong, you'd tell me right?" he said. The way he stood there, and his saddened face, he looked so... helpless. And vulnerable. Even though he was much taller than me, he looked like the smallest pain would send him breaking into a million pieces. I wanted to hug him close and never let anything hurt him. No one had ever been concerned about me, and it was a warming feeling.

But I still couldn't tell him.

"Yes, I will," I said. He opened his mouth to speak again, but I was faster. "C'mon. We're gonna be late."

***

During lunch, Micah and I were at our usual table, when someone called me. I looked over to the tabelle across the aisle.

"Hey, Emo kid!" called Gabby. She waved happily when I scowled. Also at her tabelle were some Mehr of the "popular" kids, along with Bryant and Aubrey. I ducked my head to stare at my lunch tray.

"What do they want?" Micah asked in a hushed whisper.

"Who knows," I said, still keeping my gaze down. I heard the sound of heels walking across tiles, and my hands clenched into fists. "Dear God... tell me she isn't coming!" Micah didn't speak for a while.

"You know I don't like to lie," he sagte after a while. I felt a tap on my shoulder. Reluctantly I looked up, to see Gabby peering down on me. She smiled her bright, fake smile. She reached down and took my hand, and I winced from the coldness of her skin. She placed something in my hand and folded my fingers over it. It poked out through the sides, but all I could tell was it was plastic and white.

"I thought Du might want this," she sagte in a baby doll voice. She stood there, waiting for me to open my hand. I did, and I grimaced as I saw it was a plastic knife. How original; the old "emo's cut themselves" line. I wanted to spit in her face, but the only thing I seemed capable of doing now was cry. A few tears made their way down my cheek, and I gripped the messer in my fist. I wanted so badly to turn to Micah and ask, "how much Du wanna bet this messer could break skin?" and then stab the heck out of Gabby.

But that would be mean.

Micah stood up then, and grabbed the messer out of my hands. He threw it across the room, possibly hitting an innocent student.

"Leave her the fuck alone," he sagte sternly. The intensity of his voice scared even me. Gabby regained her composure fast, and smirked.

"Huh... Du guys make a cute couple... You're both losers!" she laughed and practically skipped away. I stood up and walked away as well, but out of the cafeteria. I went to the bathroom, and locked myself in a stall. It wasn't the best place to cry, but at least no one would see me.

A while later there was a knock on the door.

"Alessa?" It was Micah. Hearing his voice in the place, of all places, was strange. Strange enough to get me to silence my cries for a while.

"Micah? What're Du doing in here? This is the girl's bathroom."

"I know! So would Du please come out?! I'm freaking out here!" he sagte hurriedly. I laughed a little and came out. We both went and sat on the floor in the hallway. "Thanks," he said. I smiled a little. "You ok?" he asked. I shrugged. "Sorry I didn't schlagen, punsch Gabby... I just can't hit girls," he smiled. I laughed as one of the last tears flowed down my cheek. He reached up and wiped the tear away with his thumb, and left his hand under my chin. He tilted my head up so that I had to look at him. I noticed for the first time how bright his smile was. And his eyes were a brilliant blue...

I tipped my chin up, unhooking it from his gentle grasp, and turned to stare at the carpet. We sat in silence for a while, all thanks to my insecurity. I kicked myself mentally. I didn't know if I loved him oder not. He was really sweet and nice... like a brother. The thought of dating a brother revolted me; it just wasn't right. Hopefully he'd just forget about it and we could just be friends, because I didn't want to deal with this.

At all.
Kyle:Krissa, it's ok, everything will be fine.

Krissa:No it won't!!!How can he do this to me!...how can he do this to us!

Me:He didn't...he did it to be happy.

Krissa looked at me with watery eyes, tears falling, dripping from her face.

Kyle:Kris, he is your father, but he just needs to Bewegen on and live a happier life.

Me:Exactly, he never wanted to hurt Du like this, he loves you, but he loves her, too.

Krissa:If he did Liebe me, he'd dump that barbie!

Kyle looked at me, I looked at him.

Kyle:She needs some time alone.

I nodded.
I hurt the thump sound of when Krissa jumps on her bed.

Me:Maybe she'll grow out of it in a few days...

Kyle:Or a few years...why is she so...upset of her dad getting married?

Me:Well, when she went to visit him, she was just there, he never told her.She got mad and came right back.

Kyle:Well that IS upsetting.

Me:No kidding.
posted by dbzfan5
CHAPTER 1* the deepest abyss* in the ocean in the deepest abyss were no sign of light could be found little particles started to come together forming a strange creature that had the head of a human but as pail as the skin on a grate Wight, a hai fin on its back, gills on the outer skin were its lungs are, arms of a praying mantis, six gel like tentacles on its back, with the body and legs of a human! Two of them were made one boy one girl they quickly swam to ufer *CHAPTER 2 there’s Mehr of us* we got up to ufer and found a little island and swam to it finding Mehr like us! Peek the...
continue reading...
added by darkwave
posted by Cinders
It has been sagte that those with no words often have the most to say.


New York City, circa 1992.

He was quiet, a secret sort of troubled, his hands buried deep into his pockets as he wandered the slums of a black city, a heavy shadow cast over the sky that was too dark for the stars to penetrate.

She was a bloodnut and she watched him from the shadows, her dead herz rattling inside of her empty chest. She launched herself at him and latched onto his arm like a leech, beginning to beg, offering services in exchange for the substance she craved so much. Just a taste, she said, she promised that...
continue reading...
added by smartcockker
added by goood
This is just an excerpt, so it might be kinda confusing, but still, let me know please!

"    She was surrounded, there was no way to go, no where to turn. Circling around, trying to formulate a plan, a stab of pain coursed through her veins, bringing her to her knees. Another shot brought her a face-full of colorful carpet. Someone from behind tied her hands together in some unknown bindings and pinned her thrashing body to the ground with the help of a few others.
    “Check her.”
    That voice… where Have I heard it before?
    One...
continue reading...
added by zanhar1
added by shaarabi
added by Andressa_Weld
posted by inexplicable
The last time

The Tag was gray and it was raining outside. There were hardly any people seen on the streets, but I ran, soaked Von the rain, down the street. I walked toward a house, but went unnoticed on the opposite side of the street. I looked up to the building and reminded me again at that time, to events to which I recalled many years later. It is in this house he lived not too long ago. Whether we were just friends, oder maybe even Mehr than that, I still do not know. I called me back the memory of an evening that was not even long ago. We were in his room and he played me on the Piano before...
continue reading...
added by darga
added by ZekiYuro
posted by Theatre_Freak
Once upon a time there was a little place called the 13 colonies. In one of these colonies lived little old m,e Angelina, but there was something different. In my colony, everyone was the same; we all had Tiere grew crops and so on, but I was special. Originally, I lived in Paris, France with my mother and father. After my father died when I was just a baby, my mother noticed that I had a gift that only few had in our family. I was a Witch.
My mother feared for my safety and made a deal with her sister. Her sister was a specialist in the dark arts of magic. Mother didn't trust her, but she...
continue reading...
added by ZekiYuro
posted by Anudie
Once upon a time, in a perfect world there stood a perfect rosa schloss guarded Von a perfect number of perfect fluffy Pferde and surrounded Von a perfect Wand of perfect rosa flowers.
In the perfect schloss there lived a perfect, perfect girl with a perfect life. Her perfect name was perfect: Serenity Lianna Honeyblossom Sweetytreat Sparkle cupcake Beauty Mary Sue.
She was always paid Von authors to star, sterne in their Bücher and act like the perfect dream girl; aka a Mary Sue. She lived in Storyland, where all the ideal characters lived until they were picked for a story and then dropped back in after....
continue reading...
posted by cute20k
Hi! I was Schreiben a novel a while back, but I got distracted. I have only written the first chapter. I feel as if I need better names for the characters. I believe I'm going to Bearbeiten the first chapter a lot and bring in some other characters. For the main 2 characters I was thinking I would name them something foreign that has a meaning to do with love, to be a little cutesy. Also, Titel suggestions would help! If Du choose to follow the link below the female character's description, let me know if Du have any names for the 2 cheerleaders mentioned.

Edit: For 'Jo'/female I was looking up names...
continue reading...
 Courtesy of the cartoonist, Clangnuts
Courtesy of the cartoonist, Clangnuts
Ah, the dreaded cliché! The worst feedback a writer can get is, "Well, it sounds sort of cliché, doesn't it?"

All authors want to be original. If someone even mentions that a writer's work reminds them of someone else's, the writer tenses up. "No, no, no, I'm nothing like him," he says swiftly. "I've never even read him."

"Yeah, but it's kinda like him," the reader persists, believing she is giving a compliment rather than an insult. "He's incredible, Du should read him!"

The thing is-- it should be a compliment when a reader compares your work to...
continue reading...
posted by EmzLovesCheryl
Life.


Life is what Du make it, a recipe that could either end in disaster, oder turn out great.

Some people get an advantage, they start off with better ingredients. But at the end of the day, the person that worked the hardest, gets the best result, no matter how they started.

Never think that Du can't beat that person who has every ingredient ready-made, because they happen to have that start in life. If Du are dedicated to what Du do, then there's nothing to stop Du getting to that same stage. oder above that stage. Du just have to be determined, talented at what it is Du want to do, and...
continue reading...
added by ZekiYuro