Writers and écriture

The Plan
I looked in the cracked mirror, Sad and lonley...Well not lonley, I did have my circus preformers(or slaves as I was taught to call them)But most of them thougt I was a freak! I know they woun't dare say that to my face, but I hear them,"I hate her so much,"and,"she is such a freak!"(I hate when pepole call me that!)
What did I do wrong?I gave them everything they needed,and made sure they were perfect.They work three hours a day, how hard is that, I work non-stop.I always try to make sure I'm perfect in every way,but there is always something wrong in my routine.I always try to make...

[i]It always started with the last horrible minutes of being trapped inside the front of my dad’s wrecked car. Only in my dreams, I wasn’t the frightened eleven an old girl screaming and twisting vehemently to free herself from the restraining hold of the seatbelt while trying to shake her bloodied father awake. In my nightmares, I was my present seventeen an old self and instead of being trapped par the siège belt, I was outside our totaled car watching through the windshield as my father heave his last breath. I knew what would be next, as if I have engraved this in my memory, I would...

I've always thought that a person's taste in lire material can sometimes be a window into their soul.

It was surprising to me to learn that a reserved, pragmatic writer like Randy Jernigan had been drawn into the youthful fantaisie world of of witchcraft and wizardry. When I posed the question, 'who are toi a fan of?' his answer came quick.

"I'm a fan of anything par J K Rowling. There's something about her style that just sucks me right into the story--and I like that about a writer.

"I didn't start lire her Harry Potter series until after the fourth book, I think it was. I wasn't impressed...

Poem par me!
after alijandro was pulling his little stunts on me!

To most ppl,
these 3 words just flow and come naturally!
I find them hard to say,
unless i really l’amour that person!
He dont relize it,
All i hear is "Come on babe tell me toi l’amour me"!
I sit there and think what i did to have him l’amour me when i dont l’amour him,
"Im not ur babe, im just ur freind, im already taken" i mutter!
He struggles to remain calm,
I look into his eyes!
He's about to cry,
He can't take no more!
"Say them please Jammi",
I struggle to find my voice,
i mouth the words "No ur hurting me par doing this!"!
I watch...