chats vs chiens

August 18

      Bright and early Saturday morning. No one other then Chloe is away at this time. What else would she be doing? She had things to contemplate. It was barely close to the end of August and already something huge has happened. What could she do about it? Should she confront him ou leave an awkward memory between them. Afterwards he did apologize but still. It was startling.
      Friday evening he knocked on her door. It was the seconde time Eric had visited since she first moved. He seemed frustrated and confused. When she opened the door, he lunged at her. Not in attack mode...

~Genre:realistic fiction, humor~
Chapter 31
        Close to perfect: A few months later
    Adam wrinkled his nose as Ryler grabbed for my hand once we seated. “Can toi guys stop with the lovey dovey, it’s gross to see my best friend and roommate romancing my sister.”
    I stuck my tongue out at him. “Like your not romancing Sage up in front of me.”
    Adam’s cheeks pinkened a little, and I smiled victoriously. Yes, my dear readers, Adam and Sage are a couple, yeah, surprised me too....

The musique blared loudly, and I could still hear it with my hands covering my ears. The other high school students skipped and ran through the dark woods at midnight on their way to a deserted log cabine in the middle of nowhere. I rolled my eyes (like all high schoolers do,) at the others, drunk and incoherent.
I could barely see two feet in front of me, when I banged into a firm wooden door. I stumbled backwards as I cursed under my breath and rubbed my forehead. I then succeeded in opening the door and getting in the cabin. It was warm and cozy, with no party energy whatsoever...yet. I regretted...

This song that I wrote is dedicated to the Hunger Games.
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I can't believe it
We were just in battle fighting for our lives
It was a wicked world, crazy and psycho
But I guess we came out alive and that's all that matters

It was a cold night
We were keeping our eyes open
For a sign of any fallen warrior
Our eyelids were dropping, but we stayed awake through it all

It was a crazy world out there
Wanting teenagers to fight each other to their death
It was a cruel world, and I liked it no plus than toi did
But we managed to survive the peril...

Gunshots fired across the streets as soldier upon soldier fell before their brothers; the blood seeped through the thin uniforms, offering no protection ou comfort. The front line men had taken a beating, trapped in the city with the Bellators and cut off from their troops. Flames leap from between the buildings as reinforcements moved in with the flame guns, torching anything and everybody without the mark of the sword. Men and boys no older then ten could be heard screaming as the flames licked their skin and burning through the flesh. Battle had been going on all morning as battalion V35...

"I would like the first option please."

"Very populaire choice," he commented. He motioned with his fingers for me to follow him down the hallway. "You will a completely different person but with very similar personality traits and because we can't really have toi killing yourself off again, I've decided to make your life horrid. toi will be mistreated and unloved. toi won't have much and toi will not want it either."

"No fair," I said. "That isn't any different from my old life. I thought in this new life I would have a better life like nice parents and maybe a sibling ou two."

"Actually, Ms. White,"...

~Genre: Fiction, fantasy~
17
Mikey
    Now, I’m not saying I was scared ou anything, but I couldn’t help but feel a chilling sensation when I saw the stone again, still glowing, but brighter than before. It was like some twisted sick foreboding object, something that, as beautiful as it was, I didn’t ever want to see ou touch again. We all stared at it, trying not to get to memorized as before. We were at some deserted park Terry use to come when she was a child, but after a kid died her parents shunned her from the place.
    How nice.
    “Okay…so,...

~Genre: Fiction, fantasy~
14
    Zaria
    “It’s a crystal, it’s a crystal, it’s a crystal, it’s a freaking glowing crystal!” Edith shouted staring at it with horrific fascination.
     “Should we keep it?” Iris asked, poking the thing hesitantly.
    Stilere glared at her. “Yes we should, this is what we’ve been looking for.”
    “What exactly is it?” Alex asked. “And why are we looking for it?”
    Stilere shrugged. “Well, for one I don’t think...

The twins woke early. It had been a dark, stormy night - even some of the big ones were scared. They sat up and stretched in unison before clambering out of their smooth wooden high-walled bed. They had previously found a way to push down the bars, making the jump on the other side much less challenging and not so hard on the derriere. They took the stairs one at a time, clinging on to the handrails on either side. The twins entered the living room, fumbling around in the dark for the matches to light the torches they had fashioned out of thick wood and coal. Once this was done, they crawled...

~Genre: Fiction, fantasy~     
10
    Stilere
    I could barely conentrate throughout the day, my mind kept on wondering. Why did we need to learn at a time like this? It feels like it was just yesterday that we were almost killed par this storm created from the book, and the school knows it too. Why risk it?
    The question asked for all layers, and I could tell I was really asking myself. Why risk it? For a book of all things, a few months il y a if toi a dit I’d be counting ona book I would have laughed in your face,...

(I hate it when stories are not in paragraph form but I don't have time to change mine and out it in paragraph form. ours with me until the summer)

Chapter One The Last One Standing
I stared at the glorious sun shining through the thick glass windows. Why did I have to be caged inside of this place while my Friends were enjoying their summers? Johnny boasted all about how his parents were taking him all of the way to India. I have never been to India. Marcus, my other best friend, a dit he was going to spend most of his summers staying inside relaxing. What am I doing? I am stuck here. Apparently,...

This one's from Lisa PoV
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During hall time, I saw Zoë and Ash sitting on the steps together. Ash had his head on Zoë’s shoulder. Zoë had wrapped her arms around his neck and was stroking his hair, whispering to him. She looked up when I came over.
    “Is he okay?” I whispered.
    “He’ll be alright,” she said.
    “What’s wrong?”
    She shook her head. “He won’t tell me. He doesn’t want to go home, though. Like,...

Okay, I changed Wesley from being homosexual to being pansexual. Just so toi guys know.
Also, this chapter's from Zoë's point of view.

We had a substitute teacher. They’re the only ones who ever bother with the roll call. The other teachers do it for the first three days of school and then just give up on it.
    The substitute was one of those grumpy old ladies with the white hair and thin glasses that she wore on the end of her nose. She introduced herself as Ms. Norman. She pronounced it Mizzzzzz, drawing out the Z so she sounded like a bumble bee.
    She...

Ryker

“Ryker Fargo, please rapporter to the office; Ryker Fargo.”
    Um, no, I won’t rapporter to the office. It’s stupid that they call toi on the loudspeakers to the office. Sound can’t make me go.
    I was in the library. Hiding, really, so I wouldn’t have to go. What if someone had figured out that I was the smoker?
    I was searching through the library. No sign of Ms. Levitt. Maybe she wasn’t here today. I pulled a cigarette from my pocket and lit it, took a drag.
    I heard the door opening. I snuffed...