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posted by greenstergirl
Chapter two

“SOMEBODY HELP ME!!!” Danny screamed as she tried to pick me up, but she couldn’t, it was like I was connected to the ground. I howled again, and all of a sudden I fell into a deep slumber right there on the dirt covered forest floor.
“IS ANYONE OUT THERE?!?!? PLEASE HELP ME!! MY FRIEND IS HURT!!!” Danny screamed as she tugged on my blue shirt. It was covered in dirt and as she tried to tug my body off the earth I would not budge. I was connected, one with the earth. Nothing could pull me off. Even though my eyes were closed in a deep slumber I howled again into the dark forest, calling for the loup out in the beyond, maybe hurt ou in deep anguish.
“No…..no….this can’t be……” Danny whispered as she looked into my dirt and scarred face. “I need to get my mom. Stay here.” She whispered to me, ignoring the fact that I was basically asleep.
While she was gone, I became to awake, but my eyes wouldn’t open. Nothing on my body could déplacer at all for that matter. My fall from the ladder hadn’t been that high. So why was it as if my entire body was broken? I didn’t understand, and I tried with all my might to déplacer at least a finger, but nothing, it was as if someone else owned my strength.
Suddenly, I felt the movement of four paws walk the ground near me. I couldn’t see the paws, I sensed them. They were so real to me, and I soon heard the breath of a creature in the distance. It started to limp on its right hind leg. I howled out again to the creature and as soon as I made the yelp an almost match yelled out into the night. I howled again, and it did the same. Every time I howled, it would howl again, and I could feel the four paws limp closer to me. The 7th time I howled, I felt the warm, moist breath of a dog right above my head. This time I managed a small whimper, and a long, rough wet tong licked me over the eyes. Then the mouth, and then the chin until it finally reached my lips.
As soon as the wet tong draped itself over my cut and bleeding mouth I immediately gained strength. All at once, I began to breathe, my arms moved, and my eyes opened. In front of me were four, pure with paws about half an inch away from my face. I slowly got up to find a great, white winter wolf. Its black diamond eyes stared into mine as if it was lire me. My past, my present, and my future. The encounter with the animal lasted for what seemed hours, but it was interrupted par the sound of Mrs. Brown’s voice. The loup heard it too and ran off away from the voice back into the black forest.
“Please, don’t go…..” I whispered to the wolf, as I reached for Its white fur. It turned to look at me one last time.
Suddenly, a cold sweet voice filled my head, “I shall see toi again, friend.” I shook to the sound and realized that the voice was the wolf’s. I was communicating with the wolf. It turned and limped away before I could call out again.
Behind me I heard the sound of crunching leaves and whispered. I turned around and saw Mrs. Brown carrying a flash light along with Danny behind her.
“Janie!” she screamed as she saw I was already on my feet. “What happened? Are toi okay? Danny and I have been so worried!” Mrs. Brown ran to me and pulled me into a comforting hug.
“Thanks.” I a dit as Danny ran to me and gave me a hug as well.
“Come on let’s go inside and get toi some hot chocolate.” Mrs. Brown said. Her face looked concerned and a little scared as if she knew this was even worse than it seemed. Mrs. Brown pulled off her red veste and began to emballage, wrap it around me.
“No, Mrs. Brown I’m not cold.”
“Oh don’t be silly! It’s like 25 degrees out here!”
“I’m not cold. Don’t waste your veste on me.”
The walk back to Danny’s house was silent and eerie. Although Mrs. Brown repeatedly asked me what happened my thoughts were elsewhere. How the loup had spoken to me confused my brain. Why did all this happen?
We finally reached the cuisine to Danny’s house and inside Mrs. Brown made us hot chocolate. Since it was 8:30 and my house was 20 minutes away Mrs. Brown called my Dad and had me sleep over for the night. After the chocolat Mrs. Brown sent us off to bed.
Upstairs I changed into some of Danny’s pajamas and she laid a sleeping bag across the floor suivant to her bed.
“So…..um….Janie….what really happened out there? And why were toi howling?” Danny asked as she pulled on some frog pajamas and hopped into bed.
“I don’t really know. It was confusing. I kind of Lost control of my body. And……………………..I know this is going to be a weird question, but when we were out there, did toi ever hear the howling wolf?”
“No…………..”
“Well, I could sense it. Like, I knew where it was and that I seemed to feel the wolf’s pain, like the loup was me. When I fell to the ground off the ladder I immediately could feel the shape and feel of the wolf’s paws, even if they were 3 miles away. Then, when toi left, the loup came to me………………..and….I…. it’s too complicated.”
Danny stared at me long and hard. Her giant eyes looked straight at me. “Janie, I want toi to tell me EVERY detail of what toi heard saw and felt.”
“Why………………” I asked shockingly. I was scared and confused. For the first time in my entire life I was cold. I felt like my cœur, coeur was empty.
“Tell me NOW!” Danny a dit on the verge of yelling. She stood up and grabbed a notebook from her desk.
“No………….. It’s too embarrassing…..”
“YOU WILL TELL ME WHAT HAPPENED JANIE AND I’M WARNING toi KNOW IF toi DON’T….. if toi don’t….something really bad could happen! So just, tell me!”
I had never seen Danny get mad at me before. Her ferociousness and determination gave me chills.
“Fine.” I whispered. I explained everything to her, how I talked to the wolf, how I could feel it, how I sensed it everything. Danny took notes and the plus I told the plus her afraid look grew.
When I was finally done I sighed and slid into my sleeping bag. “That’s all, Danny, that’s all.”
For a long time we were quiet and Danny sat in her green bureau chair, Lost in thought and soon I drifted off to sleep.
The suivant morning, Danny woke me up to the smell of crêpes downstairs. Danny was fully dressed in blue jeans and a green t-shirt. She had green Converse on and her blond hair was pulled in a braid.
“Come on get dressed! We have to go!” She a dit as she chucked me a grey jump suit.
“What…..what’s this? We have to go to school soon and I am not wearing this to school!” I a dit rubbing my eyes.
“We have something plus important to do today then school. Your father is out on a business trip and your step mom doesn’t care that you’ll be staying with us until your father gets back, which will be in…………………..5 days. “
“I’m………..what…… we aren’t going to school? Then where are we going?” I asked as I sat holding the suit.
“We are going to the BOES. You’re going to take a test there. Now hurry up and dress. We have to go!” Danny a dit as she started stuffing a green and rose duffel bag with stuff around her room.
“The BEOS?” I sighed as I pulled on the jump suit. It was itchy on the outside but inside it was soft like silk. It was really comfortable like I could work out, sleep, and go to school in it all together.
“Ha, no the B-O-E-S. It stands for building of elemental shapeshifters.”
“The watta cutta who?”
“The elemental shapeshifters. You’ll understand when we get there.” Danny pulled me out into the hall and sped down the stairs. Mrs. Brown had a plate of crêpes ready for me.
“Hello Janie. Good morning, toi can eat in the car we need to hurry!” Mrs. Brown a dit as she stuffed the plate into my hands. She grabbed her bourse, sac à main and we jumped into her car.
In the car Danny braided my hair as I ate the sticky, syrup covered pancakes. Mrs. Brown wove around the cars trying to get in front of the car lines and she drove faster than the speed which shocked me. She never broke the law. She seemed rushed and on edge.
“Mrs. Brown are toi alright?” I asked her with a compassionate face.
“Yes, Janie, I’m fine.” She said. But I had a feeling she was lying.
Soon we reached the BOES. I didn’t realize we were there until Danny jumped out of the car. I followed her out and Mrs. Brown locked the door.
I looked around me. We were standing in a deserted area on the side of the rode. Mrs. Brown and Danny started walking towards a barbed wire fence off about 5 yards. On the fence was a sign lire “This area is owned par the government. Do NOT pass through, ou else toi will get a government fine and toi will have to spend a period of time in jail.”
It scared me, and what scared me even plus was that Mrs. Brown and Danny each jumped over the fence with ease.
“Uh, it says this area is government owned. We shouldn’t go in.” I a dit after they motioned for me to jump over.
“It’s not really government owned honey. It’s just to protect the area we are going to from non-magical peoples.” Mrs. Brown a dit as she motioned again for me to come over.
“Non-magical peoples?” I asked. What in the world was she talking about? I sighed and jumped over. Mrs. Brown began walking towards a forest.
I ran up to Danny so I could walk with her. “Danny, I’m extremely confused.”
“Oh, I was too when I had my test. It will be okay.”
“Test? Was I supposed to study for it?”
“Ha, no the test will montrer if toi are an elemental shapeshifter ou not!”
“Great……….” I was not an elemental whatever. I was a normal teen who has a really hard life, nothing else.
For ten minutes we walked in silence. We entered the forest and there were so many trees that Mrs. Brown had to canard every now and then because of their small size.
Danny ran up to her Mom. “Mom, let me help you.” She a dit as she turned and winked at me. Suddenly Danny began turning in a small dance and as she did green light shined on her fingertips. I had to stop and watch with my mouth open in awe at what my best friend was doing. The green light from Danny’s finger’s died down and all the trees immediately grew at least 4 feet. Mrs. Brown was able to walk without having duck.
Danny had just magical grew the trees! How was it that my best friend had the un-normal talent to make plants grow? And she never told me? I knew she loved plants but she never told me she could control them!!
“WHAT DID toi JUST DO?!” I screamed with my mouth open and eyes wide in surprise.
“You’ll figure out soon enough.” She a dit as she giggled at herself like she knew something I didn’t.
She was right of course. Just as she a dit that a giant gate appeared. It was of two trees that formed an arch. Under the arch was a wooden door with a strange écriture I had never seen before written on the wood.
“Where in the world are we!” I merely screamed in shock. To make me even plus surprised Mrs. Brown clapped her hands together and a giant wind slipped into the opening of the door. It immediately sprung open to present a world plus miraculous then Disney land itself.
posted by T-lover
what I'm écriture isn't exactly an article , but I hope toi will enjoy it ^_^ ..

Girl; Do I ever traverser, croix you'r mind ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Do toi like me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Do toi want me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Would toi cry if I left ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Would toi live for me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Would toi do anything for me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Choose me ou you'r life ?
Boy; My life .

The girl runs away in shock and pain and the boy runs after her and says ....

*The reason toi never traverser, croix my mind is because toi are always on my mind .
*The reason why I don't like toi is because I l’amour toi .
*The reason I don't want toi is because I need toi .
*The reason I wouldn't cry if toi left is because I would die if toi left .
*The reason I wouldn't live for toi is because I would die for toi .
*The reason why I'm not willing to do toi anything for toi is because I would do everything for toi .
*The reason I chose my life is because toi are my life .
posted by Bella_Swan3
Taylor had never shadow-walked with no destination in mind. Shadow walking was something she was slightly afraid to do. It made her feel unbalanced, as if she had been donné too much control. Like standing on the edge of a cliff, the wind pushing toi to jump, and some part of toi secretly wanting to succumb to it's persuasive power.

She opened her eyes to the flat, glassy expanse of water in front of her. The tiny sliver of the moon was distorted par the waves.

Granted, shadow walking allowed her to appear wherever she wanted, but to her, it also served as a constant reminder that she was not...
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slowly climbing

inch par inch

bringing me closer

to my doom

papillons of

anticipation

flutter nervously

in my stomach

knuckles whiten

jaws clench

what have I

gotten myself into

the suspense

is killing me

I'm going to hate it

I'm going to l’amour it

I might lose my lunch

but I don't care

heaven help me

here it comes...

...

I hold my breath...

...

and then
I scream
my stomach
drops
my breath
is stolen
my heart
is pounding
adrenaline
courses
through
my veins
amid screams
of sweet terror
I fling up
my hands
and ride on
the wings
of Thrill!
Billy’s p.o.v
“I can’t believe girls got a ghost hunt” Rocco mumbled. We were all bummed the girls always got the good cases. “Yeah, I heard it’s about a guy who had scratched on his back” Max said. I sighed. “What cases do we have?” I asked Caleb looked down at his computer. “A girl says that her boyfriend was on a hiking trip and he hasn’t called ou communicated with her since last week” he said. I rolled my eyes. “Do toi think there’s anything to worry about?” I asked them, they all shrugged but Caleb nodded. “Even if there isn’t we have to help her anyway”...
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posted by gossipgirlxoxo
I walked in and saw Dawn and Thor. I walked over and gave them both a look. “Where are mom and dad” I asked looking around the house. Dawn smile. “Still in Australia” I looked at Dawn with a confused smile. “Well then what’s going on” I asked. I was angry at Thor and Dawn and not because of Liz ou that mom and dad were still in Australia, but because they weren’t telling me anything. “Well?” I asked. Thor looked at me but he didn’t smile he just stared at me. “We were told to go home, we don’t know anything” he a dit in a palourde voice. I heard a bang, I turned and saw...
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posted by CheeryDavis
Hi, so this is my first story put on here! It's in poem style so i thought what the foins, hay i'll post it! so here it is:

the sky turns black and gray
all the color withers away
but in your arms i will stay
come what may

the lights could dim
the sky could fall
the world could stand still
but your arms are all i can feel
and in them i will stay
come what may

the waves come crashing
pulling me into the deep
but your arms are all i can feel washing over me
and as toi pull me up and hold me close
i know that toi will never let go
in your arms i will stay come what may

the sky shines bright for the first time is...
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posted by iluvtheshow
I remember the jour I fell in love.
Not just simple love.
No, this was head over heels, I'd die for toi love.
I remember where I fell in love.
A small middle school in a small town.
A place toi could easily miss.
I remember the my matchmaker.
A short women, but with plus feu then toi could ever imagine.
plus passion for what she does then I had ever seen.
I remember my girlfriends who were with me.
My athletic, sassy, fun-loving chicks.
My flirting consultants.
I remember him.
Good God, he was beautiful.
Yes, I remember the jour I fell in love.
True Love.
Head over heels love.
With..................
Basketball.

--------------------------------
This is dedicated to my first real basketball, basket-ball coach. She taught me not just how to play basketball, but how to be part of a team. I have so much respect for her and I know I should thank her everyday for helping me fall in love. For Coach Joy.
posted by CullensFinest13
toi hurt me I hope toi die I cant belive I trusted toi I cant belive I loved toi I cant belive I stayed up and worried that toi wouldnt call. I cant belive that i loved toi i trusted toi and cared for you. im tired of toi its time i let toi go but your always there toi wont leave me alone...its time for toi to leave so never come back walk out of my life i am going to lock my door and never let toi back in stay out so i can be happy toi need toi need to die let me live my own life toi shouldnt be controlling me anymore im not property im a human and i dont belong to the likes of you, toi were...
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posted by vampiress015
I presuming we all joined this spot 'cos we l’amour to write, right? If so then toi all know what I'm talking about when I say that we all l’amour our main characters and sometimes want to make them the best people in the world.

B-O-R-I-N-G

Yes, we want to make our main character gets the best out of the story, since it's their story. But if they're the best people in the world it doesn't really make them believable and then the reader just doesn't care about them (which is hard to understand cos we as the writer l’amour em, but unfortunantley it's true)

So here is my step-by-step guide to make sure that...
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posted by Sweet_Pants
Just a poem. I hope it isn't much of a bother to rate.

I dream of all things

Uncertain of dark deeds and pasts

Within these thoughts as dark as sea

When once those wings of black

Hung over all

Shadowing but of the wretched white

That blinds me of all beauty.

I dream of all things

From happiness to highs

Let down these pills

ou I’m gone, retreat inside my mind

Where none but the darkest thoughts

Swallowing twilight

I dream of all things

From the stories told par hidden scars

Unable to montrer themselves

Under this intense scrutiny

That makes up this world’s attire

To the times that I could be happy

Without a drug to create

The much-needed illusion...


I dream of all things
No matter of their contents
Because, well,
Nightmares are still dreams.
posted by mrs-mindfreak
I decided to do a story where I put my iPod on shuffle and start writing. Lucky for me, all the songs were basically sad ou angry music. So this is what I came up with :)

The rain pattered on the windows drowsily, drowning out Alana’s choking sobs. She sat in her favori wooden rocker, and buried her face in her hands miserably. Her black hair clung to her sweaty face. Her clammy palms were wet from tears. She never wanted to déplacer from that spot again. Although she was filled with irrevocable remorse, she felt comfortable there. No one in the house, rain falling softly outside, and just...
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‘You shouldn't have shot the dog.’ That single thought reverberated inside my head, knocking from side to side, smashing at the sides of my skull until I had to put my hands to my temples in a futile attempt to stop the pain. The man sitting suivant to me took a swig of his whiskey, the glass bottle knocking against his yellowed and rotten teeth. His other hand held onto the steering wheel, maneuvering the car down the winding and deserted stretch of highway. I leaned my head against the cool glass of the passenger side window, willing my head to stop pounding. From the radio, the soft strains...
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 The Writer Behind the Words
The Writer Behind the Words
Luck has little to do with link. A long lasting écriture career doesn’t just happen. A writer can burst onto the scene and quickly disappear. Another can have a series of hits then write a bunch of flops and never be heard from again. The difference between a long lasting career and one that burns out is strategy. Here are seven rules to help toi find the right strategy for toi and get toi started on your journey to long lasting success.

Learn the power of focus. For most of us, we have plus than enough to do on a daily basis. And when it comes to any écriture project the liste can grow exponentially-...
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The fragrance of scotch pine and blue épicéa, épinette is pungent in the air, amplified par the heat of late June. ou so toi think it is June. This place feels oddly void of time. toi open your eyes to see a sun hazed over par stratus clouds. From all angles toi spy familiar wooden structures.
You are back.

You sit up with your legs tucked under your bottom and bask in the estival air and all of the scents that waft within it. toi furrow your brows, thinking that it is not as clean as before. Even so, the place hums with earthy energy. A stronger gust of wind picks up the hem of your chemise and flutters...
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toi wake up under a shady willow with a vague semblance of what toi had dreamt.
You have dozed off again. And no wonder, there is a good book in your lap and your favori songs are still crackling through your earbuds. toi ought to replace them, they are going bad. toi pull them out and decide to listen to nature’s musique instead. The soft gurgle of the pond coupled with catkins rustling against each other has always been your favori blend of sounds. Every now and again your ear is filled with the nearly undetectable buzz of a cicada humming past. toi aren’t quite sure, but toi think that...
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posted by Epismatic
The Man With No Eyes Collection (3): Mask




When the curtain rises, all is forgiven.

I’ll brush it all off with a movie-star smile,

A genuine laugh, but my eyes must be hidden,

The truth they contain is considered too vile.

My voice is a song that will play through your ears,

And invite toi to dance to the sound of my tune,

I take a bow, deeply, and drink in your cheers,

I’ll always remain here,

You’ll come see me soon.

A new jour is dawning,

“Quick, put on your mask!”

And hurry outside, meet the crowd.

“Where’ve toi been?”

With fanciful réponses to all that toi ask,

I’ll always wait here for...
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posted by WritingBookWorm
So, one of my New’s Years Resolutions this an it to write more. So, I decided to make this:

The goal is to write something every day.

Starting on the 31st of January, every jour there is a vague word, idea, object, question, statement ou anything. toi can take it anyway toi want.

Then each jour toi should write what it tells toi too ou something inspired par it. Whether it be a poem, a small scene, a character description, journal entry, short story ou even just one really well crafted sentence.

Even if the prompt confuses you, ou toi have no ideas just write something! It’s a great exercise...
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This guide was inspired par a question recently posté par link on this spot. The user was looking for ways to put a twist on fairytales. I began to write an answer, but my answer soon developed into an article. So here it is.

Note that these aren't specifically for fairytales; they can be used on any old, well-known stories. After listing some ideas on how toi can put a twist on such stories, I'll give a few examples of films that have done used one ou plus of these ideas.

1. Swap the genders of the traditional characters.
Do any of the characters behave especially "typical" for their gender?...
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posted by floraisbest1
Ms. Farogonda asked for the winx to come down to her office. when the winx reached ms. farogonda's office she told them that diana wants to speak wth one of you. she didnt tell me who but she told me to pick two extras. ms. farogonda can i go, bloom asked her. flora will be going along with musa and aisha ms farogonda told them. hmph bloom pouted, can we at least go with them bloom a dit quikly. fine all of toi girls can go and im bringing the specialist. ok stella a dit in a sing song voice. lets go a dit the winx. they met the RF boys outside and went in the owl. winx: WINX BELIEVIX
AT THE amazone, amazon
flora: let's get going
aisha: see ya winx
bloom: meet back here in an heure k
ok bloom musa said
( diana appears in front of them)
GUARDS take them away
what??!
(to be continued)
posted by LunaNotLoony
Anna flicked the T.V from channel to channel, bored: there was nothing worth watching. Sighing, she left the news on and flopped back on the sofa, not really intending to listen.
'The war in Iraq-.'
'Oh no, toi don't,' Anna muttered, grabbing the remote. Her Dad had joined the army after her Mum had died of an overdose. Anna didn't really blame him, she'd have got out of the house as fast as possible too if she was an adult. The whole house was contaminated with the memories of Mum, of her laugh, of her accident... suicide... whatever it was. Even so, Anna missed Dad like it was painful. She'd...
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