écriture Article: A Hidden Secret Chapter 1

posted by DxCFan123

"Someone! Help Me! I'm Being Chased par A Vampire!"I yelled. "THAT'S NOT GONNA HELP!!!!" Yelled a vampire. The vampire, Andrew Gonzales had been tracking me down for a long time. I'm Samantha Fitzpatrick par the way. I'm 14, its 1510 right now. But I can't talk now! He's catching up!

"HELP ME!!!!!" I yelled again. I looked over my shoulder and when I looked back, I trippped on a rock and fell. I tried to get up but I hurt my ankle. Probally sprained. "Help!" I screamed. I felt a sharp pain in my neck. "Mamma! Mamma! Ma-". Everything went black.

"Mamma!" I screamed. I sat up. Where was I? Everything was grey and hazy, like fog. "Hello?" My voice echoed. I was as cold as death. Death... DEATH! I was dead. But where was I? The white light of death? I felt my neck. Bite marks. I got off of the wierd coffin like thing I was sitting on. Wait-- COFFIN! I swerved around to see it disappeared. Everything felt wierd.

"Hello?" What an was it? Where was I? Am I alone? I walked some plus to see my dress was covered in blood. And holes. Holes everywhere. I started to run. I didn't know where I was, but that had to be the way out. Then I fell. Into a hole. Of some sort. Then I landed. I almost felt like I fell onto millions of spikes. I rolled over on my back. Where was I?

DxCFan123 NOTE - ALL OF THE CHAPTERS WILL BE SHORT FOR SUSPENSE

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I ♥ écriture

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Ami Kolkata & Confessions - A Novel about life in this contemporary society

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My little story like article ^^

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écriture

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Inspiring image

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Calling All Writers! *WRITING CONTEST*

posted by cute20k

Calling all writers!
Are toi an artist with your words? Do toi like to write? I know I do. "So toi Think toi Can Write" is a contest for people who would answer the same as me.

Basic Rules & Guidelines
1. Your entry MUST be soumis to this spot as an article. If it is entered in any other section it will NOT be accepted.

2. Your entry MUST be original/written par you. If anybody helped you, please credit them.

3. Your entry must be properly key-worded and titled.
a. A proper title: "[username here]'s SYTYCW Entry - [season and year] - [category/type of literature]"
ex. If I entered a poem,...

aléatoire

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The madness of Alice

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écriture

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Today's your last jour - Poem

posted by emmett

If someone told you...
Life's like a rollercoaster,
Don't waste the ride.
Live it up all the way,
because today's your last day
What would toi do?

Would toi cry a little, scream a little, think it's all pretend.
ou go into silence until the very end...
Would toi l’amour the ones toi hate the most ou be the person toi hide?
Would toi pretend that you're ok but really scream inside?

Would toi try and keep the sun from setting as your last jour ends?
Knowing you'll never see it rise...
Tomorrow I'll be somewhere else toi say as toi close your eyes.

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Sleep Deprivation Exercise

posted by Cinders

Exercise: Sleep Deprivation: 4:00AM Tuesday October 7, 2008*

The black spiders of mania are crawling over my brain, searching for a plump place to sink their pincers into. It’s been four days. I haven’t left the house for anything, not even a tuna sandwich. The l’espace in my lit is empty, indented, as if something used to rest there, but I’m beginning to forget plus and plus what that may have been. Maybe it was a coffin, its contents shaken, risen, defeated, dazed, meandering around with its arms stretched out and a dull expression on its face as it mutters something indecipherable that...

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The voices

posted by t_direction

So, this is a kind of short story that I wrote one evening when I was just bored out of my mind. Please tell your opinion, feel free to criticize, it is much appreciated =)
Thanks ^_^

The voices buzzed inside my head, making me feel dizzy. I couldn't help but hold onto the lit post for support. In a state of exhaustion, I collapsed on the lit with a sigh. The voices never let me sleep. They were like many people were talking all at once, screaming all at once.

Madness, rage, worry, sadness were the emotions that those voices gave off. I couldn't understand a word of what the people were saying,...

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écriture

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who am I?

posted by madening_mahem

who am I ?
what can I do?
I'm self-centered, self-induldged, self-absorbed, hateful, short-tepered, implusive, in a complete state of denial, confused and lonely, yet I don't try to think.
a creature of the night
a princess of darkness
I long for light
colors
but all is midnight
and my only companions are the moon and the darkness
thought it comforts me when no one can
I wish to be out of darkness for once
to be clear, understood, unquestioned, and loved.
but who am I to ask for this?
who am I to want this?
is that what makes me human?
why?
all I want to know is why?

Change

posted by Fyrwenn

Change

The way I feel has changed
When we met I was a fool, thought
You weren’t gonna treat me like a tool
I tell myself that I care ‘bout you
But deep inside I know we’re through.

Change is never easy
But what am I supposed to do?
I can’t sit around, cry and wait for you,

I guess we were too naive
Believing it would work
Why didn’t I see,
that toi were such a jerk?

Change is never easy
But what am I supposed to do?
I can’t sit around, cry and wait for you

In the future we might get another chance
Maybe, it was just a short romance
Then what I’m feeling is really wrong
I felt I had to write this...

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Swing, Batter, Batter, balançoire, balançoire, swing

posted by disneyworld007

Swing, Batter, Batter, Swing!
Putting my weight on my right foot, the foot closest to the catcher. Leaning back re-gripping my bat. I watched as that black haired pitcher powered up her pitch, rocking back and forth on her heals, taking in her gant now to her side and starting the wind-up. 'This is it,' I thought to myself, now taking the best grip on my bat, 2 balls and 2 strikes have passed par this plate and I am not letting this pitcher strike me out, ou walk me! I got ready the ball was realeased, and I heard the 'ump' say "Ball Outside".
I stepped out of the batters box, and took a couple...

Yaouta Kamakami, pilot.

posted by samuraibond005

Yaouta lived on a farm in Missouri, he had only recently graduated high school, had a pilot's license, and even a couple of airplanes used in war. He had an old A6M zero that belonged to his rich father, grandfather, and his great grandfather before him. His father was assassinated par a rival corporation (His father owned a wealthy publishing corporation) and the corporation decided to target his family afterward. 5 black cars pulled up in his front yard, though the yard was big enough to hold just about 10 times as much. Yaouta's younger brother, who was 15 at the time, walked out to greet...

Stay and Run Chapter 1

posted by Me_Iz_Here

A/N: I've gotten a few titre suggestions, but for now I'm just gonna keep it to Stay and Run. And this chapter has a lot of unnecessary details and unrelated dialogue, the first few chapters will, I just wanted to get the general idea of the girls' life.
Prologue: link

1: An Average jour in Spencer’s Life

Spencer sat at her desk. Tomorrow was her twenty-second birthday. The first of the girls’ birthdays with étoile, star missing. Spencer had been sad ever since she disappeared. étoile, star was one of her best friends. And after losing three when they were recruits, she couldn’t take it.

There was a lot...

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A short moment

posted by coolie

Step, creak, step, creak! the floor boards speak to me as I slowly tremble on its hard, splintery wood. Each step feels so daring. I feel danger crawling up my dangling spine. Thump, thump, my cœur, coeur tries to refuse to my wishes of moving forward. Nothing has happened so far.
I carefully make my way towards the forbidden wooden chair. Creeeeeeek! goes the siège as I lower my self to its level and sit on it. SHHHHHHHH!
“What was that?” I whisper to my self with my eyes wide open. I slowly start to climb the fence to view the streets of emptiness and quietness. My cœur, coeur starts to beat even louder. Thump, thump. I slowly turn my anxious head to look. But it was only a car passing par my house.

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The Room. A short story.

posted by wierdgem7

I felt the tape on my mouth and the long rope that was binding me to the chair. The Room was so black, I couldn't see. I recalled how I had got there. The new family suivant door invited me to their housewarming party. So I went. Then, as I was going home, some-one grabbed me. A rough hand covered my mouth, so I couldn't scream. All I saw of my kidnapper was a pair of shocking green eyes. I was thrown into the back of a white van and tied up. I was there for only five minutes, but time slowed down and took five hours.Why did anyone want to kidnap me? I had done nothing wrong. The van doors opened,...