écriture Article: Back and Forth

posted by amutokitty

Just a horrible short story with hardly any plot whatsoever... Don't kill me because of my awful work, please! Constructive criticism needed!

She sat par the ocean, mesmerized par the constant flow of the ocean.
Back and forth, back and forth.
He was standing on the cliff, watching her in her daze. The picture was peaceful and calm, and he wished it would stay the same forever, just like the motion of the ocean.
Back and forth, back and forth.
She stood up and picked up a seashell. It was a pale blue color, a truly beautiful shell. She walked out towards the ocean.
Back and forth, back and forth.
His eyes followed her. 'So beautiful...' he thought, watching Kassandra on her way into the ocean.
Back and forth, back and forth.
Kassandra scooped up a bit of the salty water and let it run through her fingers. She turned around and sat back on the white sand.
Back and forth, back and forth.
He noticed her drawing something on the sand. He leapt down from the cliff, and began walking towards her, wanting to see what she was drawing.
Back and forth, back and forth.
She drew a l’amour umbrella. An Arrow pointing up, a cœur, coeur at the top. On each side of the line, she wrote a name: Kassandra | Peter
Back and forth, back and forth.
He walked up to her and sat down suivant to her. "Hey." he said, startling her. "Wh-what are toi doing here, Peter?!" she asked. "What are toi making?" Peter asked, looking down at her creation.
Back and forth, back and forth.
She blushed sharply as he looked down on her creation. She looked away until she felt a warm hand on her cheek.
Back and forth, back and forth.
He pulled her face so she was looking him in the eye. "I l’amour you, Kassandra." Peter said, his stormy blue eyes peering into her mint green ones.
Back and forth, back and forth.
She smiled and leaned in to Kiss him. He wrapped his arms around her as they kissed, forever remembering the sound of the waves on that jour at the beach.
Back and forth, back and forth.

amutokitty For those who don't know, a love umbrella is something you draw in the sand. It's basically an arrow point upwards, with a triangle and a straight line going down. Then, on each side of the line, you write your name and your lover's or crush's name, and it's said that, if you do so, than you'll be bound together forever.

tigerseye43 I liked it. but at first it said his name was peter but then it said Hayate

amutokitty WHOOPS! originally, it was a fanfic, so I thought it wouldn't make much sense, so I changed the names. THANK YOU FOR POINTING OUT THE FORGOTTEN NAME!

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~Writing~

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I need to know if this would be a good story.

posted by Heros_Shadow

She was beauty woven into a living being... If only that were the case. But as I stepped towards her, opening my mouth to speak, she faced me, never moving her feet to turn. We held eachother's gaze for a few agonizing moments. It seemed as though she was just going to stare at me until I did something.
When I reached this conclusion, i decided to take a step forward. As I did so, she began to shiver. Another step, and she began to twitch anxiously. Another step, this one seemed to be all she could take. Yet, I had to know. So I took one last step, and she broke.
Her eyes flashed and her hair...

How to Create A New World

posted by dragonsmemory

Creating your own universe is a great way to pass time. It will also give toi a rough outline for your writings. These are the steps I follow in creating Eden.
Step 1: Establish main geographical features. This will be crucial in establishing the settings in your stories. If a certain river has magical properties, toi have to knw where the source of the river is to be able to pinpoint the source of the power.
Step 2: Establish lifeforms present on your world. toi have to know what creatures live there before toi can write their histories. If the dragons had not attempted to merge themselves with...

th unknown (chapter 1)

posted by sasuhia4ever

“It all started about six years ago…my mom and dad were at the park playing with my younger brother, Tyler, on his fourth birthday. I had decided to hang out with my Friends instead… now I wish that I had never made such an idiotic decision. Cause of that jour at the park, someone came and murdered my parents and a volé, étole away my little brother. I know all of this because that dirt bag left a letter saying “ I murdered both of your parents and a volé, étole your little brother because when I went to kill him I just couldn’t bring myself to do it. So, I haven’t decided...

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Hard life

posted by uniquezandy

Sams POV
I am your normal, typical everyday teen who is 16 years old. Samatha is my real name; say it to my face and I will bite your head off. People say when there young, (girls anyway,) "Look mummy, I want to be a princess when I grow up, and I'm going to marry a handsome prince." To tell the truth, I used to be a girl like that. A girl who read every fairy tale she could get her hands on, and believe that they are real. It is a load of poison now. I had to learn that in real life, true l’amour is rubbish and toi won't grow up to be want toi want. And in life, change happens quite alot and...

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Nothing plus Ch. 17

posted by para-scence

**6 months later...***

Bride laughed and giggled as I bounced her on my leg; just another jour at the park. It was summer, finally, a break from school. I guess I was looking vers l'avant, vers l’avant to being a sophomore. School wasn't that bad anymore now that I had my friends. Felicity wasn't that bad either. We're not exactly the greatest of friends, but we can tolerate each other now. Also, Trace and I started dating. It was great; he's really sweet and funny. I couldn't ask for a better guy.

"Come on, Harley! Gail a dit to be accueil par three!" Aspen called. Everyone else was already at the sidewalk, starting...

A strangers last thoughts

posted by ginax0o

Something has severely struck my curiosity
Did he know of his ill fate?
What were his last thoughts?
Did he even have any?
If so were they about his family?
If his life flashed before his very eyes,
Did he have any regrets about what he saw?
What were his last words?
So many questions about this stranger dying before my very eyes ,
whom I know absolutely nothing about.
The touchiest of subjects and its stuck on my mind
Truthfully, the only people who know the answer
are forever gone.
When time comes for me to know the answer
What will I be thinking about?
Will I know of what is to come of me?
Who will I...

dear diary

posted by elizasmomma

I'm setting here looking at a paused télévision screen and i soon think to myself is that the way that our life is life when we are put on hold.

If tht's the case then why are we not able to do the work that we have been meant to do forever,
how can the people in our lives trust us for the decisions that we make in our daily lives that we live.

are we really meant to be th people that we are meant to be ou are we just passing through this earth with no-where to go but down, that is what i think about when i see a paused tv.

so what do toi think about this journal entry that i just wrote toi need to think about what i a dit and give me your best anwsers that toi can give.

thnx erie morgan maples

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Firework Swim

posted by Triscia95

The entire neighborhood was out in the front yard of Sarah's house. They had all come back from the 4th of July fireworks at the high school and were now waiting for the huge firework montrer that her father put on every year.

Though Sarah wasn't out front with everyone waiting for the show. Instead her and Niall were running out to the pool. The montrer was a little over a half an heure long so they finally had time to themselves.

The backyard was dark, but the pool water lit up beautifully from the full moon light. Millions of stars shown in the black sky, something that doesn't happen to often...

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Cold

posted by GummyBears_11

A poem written par me. :]

Snow, snow, toi are perfect.
When toi fall down, toi are white. A clean white.
Beauty, beauty.
The beauty of snow.

We put on mittens, we throw on scarves.
We run outside a pick toi up, ball toi up,
and toss you.

Then we get cold.

We run inside and drink coffee and cocoa, we
snuggle up, we run hot baths.

Why, snow, why are toi so cold, so numbing?

~

A new girl at school is seen par the Queen bee.
She is approached.
The Queen bee wears expensive clothes and carries a designer bag.
Her hair is sleek and red, with gorgeous highlights in all the right places.

She isn't skinny, nor is she...

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plus Than This II Ch. 2

posted by para-scence

"Blake!" I shouted. I ran down the stairs, grabbing my manteau and quickly throwing it on. He came in, holding Tristen and Blakely in his arms.

"Huh?" he asked, completely unconcerned.

"Hollis is being taken to the hospital," I a dit quickly. His eyes widened. "We need to go!" He nodded, and we got the twins in their car seats, and soon were off to the hospital.

"What happened?!" he asked, his voice thick with tension.

"I don't know! Her teacher just called, and a dit she was being taken to the hospital! I didn't really think to ask the details!" I said, panicked. We were nearly speeding, but still...

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Just One of Those Days (part 2)

posted by tvluva49

Sorry this is so long and confusing! I promise the suivant part will be plus exciting! :)

I never realized how much it hurt to be shot. Who would believe that that was the least of my worries? I certainly didn’t, so as I was screaming my head off, all people from around the school came into the band hall to see who was screaming. I suppose they would be a bit disappointed that someone was just shot and no one had gone crazy, which would have been equally entertaining, but there was tension in the room. Kids stood awkwardly around, not knowing what to do. People that had crowded around me earlier...

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Dear Alex... Again.....

posted by WildCherryWolf

To You,

Why? Why are toi so gorgeous? Why were toi wearing shorts?

I was tossing and turning in lit last night, knowing that as soon as I saw your face, I would like toi again. Dammit, I was right. I do. Sort of, anyway.

And I saw toi in class. I peeked through the window. Damn, I saw you.

My dreams did toi no justice. You're too gorgeous! Your blonde hair, toi didn't cut it, that kind of made me happy.

Your eyes, why! Why did I have to want toi so bad again?

Chloe and I, we were going to call toi vampire. But now, I'm all shy again. Too bad, conscience. I'm going to do it. Vampire! Vampire! You...

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the fight, part three, the winner.

posted by zutaradragon

such a waste, my life whole life is a fake!...but im sure ive been a thorn inside of you...that's torn at toi for years. but, sometimes i can taste how amer i've become...& its plus then i can bare. sometimes i pray for someone to blow me away. just make it quick, but let it burn...so i can feel the pain thats torn at me for years. i can't be held responsable, 'cause this is all so new to me. can i...leave my pain behind?

the sercomstances of one's birth are irrelavent. its what toi DO with the gift of life, that determends who toi are. the pain toi feel...its normal. let it go.

toi think?

yes. toi need to forgive and forget.

i can't...

toi can.

but i can't just do nothing...

it's not nothing!

i cant just...forget.

it's hard to forgive, and its hard to forget, but it's easy to do nothing...

you're right...

cat

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