The older woman sat at the desk, her granddaughter's diary just a mere two feet in front of her. She would dare... Would she? This wasn't her granddaughter's personal diary... It was the writing journal she kept hidden from the world.
'Oh, she wouldn't mind!' the woman thought. She carefully grabbed the leather-covered book, and untied the baby-blue ribbon that held it closed. She opened to the first page, not knowing what to expect, and began...
Once upon a time, there was a redheaded child. She was very young, and her mommy and daddy didn't like each other. Even though she didn't quite understand the situation, she knew it was bad. She hoped the screaming would stop, but it didn't. She wished for the throwing and the kicking and the punching to stop, too. It also never ceased. When the girl walked to school, she was very tired from her mommy and daddy screaming all night. She finally got to school after an agonizing up-hill trip, then fainted, flat on the floor. She was rushed to the nurse's office... Then the guidance councilor... Then home... Then the marriage council. Her mommy and daddy blamed her for all of the neighbors complaining about the noise. They blamed her for the policemen that came to her door and took her daddy. They blamed her for ruining their marriage.
And yes, she believed them. She believed every single word they said to her. She felt that supreme guilt and sadness that only came when you know that you ruined everything. She felt small, and weak, when she didn't even know that it wasn't her fault at all.
Two years later, that redheaded child's mommy married a new man and gave her a new daddy and sister.
But is that really a good thing?
Happily ever after?
Maybe.
The woman closed the book, tears running down her face.
It was the wrong book.
((AN: Hey, I actually entered this week. Hooray. Yes, this did happen to me, I am the child. I copied the text from my old journal/diary. I found out that Granny read my crap because of the security cameras in her house, I watch them every time I'm there.))
'Oh, she wouldn't mind!' the woman thought. She carefully grabbed the leather-covered book, and untied the baby-blue ribbon that held it closed. She opened to the first page, not knowing what to expect, and began...
Once upon a time, there was a redheaded child. She was very young, and her mommy and daddy didn't like each other. Even though she didn't quite understand the situation, she knew it was bad. She hoped the screaming would stop, but it didn't. She wished for the throwing and the kicking and the punching to stop, too. It also never ceased. When the girl walked to school, she was very tired from her mommy and daddy screaming all night. She finally got to school after an agonizing up-hill trip, then fainted, flat on the floor. She was rushed to the nurse's office... Then the guidance councilor... Then home... Then the marriage council. Her mommy and daddy blamed her for all of the neighbors complaining about the noise. They blamed her for the policemen that came to her door and took her daddy. They blamed her for ruining their marriage.
And yes, she believed them. She believed every single word they said to her. She felt that supreme guilt and sadness that only came when you know that you ruined everything. She felt small, and weak, when she didn't even know that it wasn't her fault at all.
Two years later, that redheaded child's mommy married a new man and gave her a new daddy and sister.
But is that really a good thing?
Happily ever after?
Maybe.
The woman closed the book, tears running down her face.
It was the wrong book.
((AN: Hey, I actually entered this week. Hooray. Yes, this did happen to me, I am the child. I copied the text from my old journal/diary. I found out that Granny read my crap because of the security cameras in her house, I watch them every time I'm there.))
Fantasy district
Adventure district
Ghost district
Fairy Tale district
Fan Fiction district
Short Story district
The 12 that remain names will be put into a hat they will be pit at random. One girl will be in the Fantasy district then one boy same for the rest. If there's uneven number girls then boys or the other way around then there will be a district of two boys or two girls. But there's a twisted...
Lest say the theme of the week is that you have to write about a car crash. You can't just write about a car crash you have to also use your district's meaning like if your in the ghost district you have to do something about a car crash but have something to do with ghost in it.
Like the twist? :)
Fierce & Love
Malmcd or Mallory McDonald
Number One
Fantasy district logo
Adventure district logo
Ghost district logo
Fairy Tale district logo
Fan Fiction district logo
Short Story district logo
My blonde hair was soaked with blood. My blood. My heart was pounding in my chest. Will this ever end?Why couldn't He get it over with . I was dying anyway. This was torture. Pure torture, but I could'nt move. My feet were stuck. I was paralysed. Paralysed with fear.My mother warned me about Him. Never become too attached. You'll only get hurt. She used to say. Mothers are right way too much of the time.I hate them.
I lay there on the ground thinking about what my mother was doing right now. Would she be looking down from Heaven or alone in a casket. Why was I here?What did I do? Did i deserve this? I hope not
I lay there on the ground thinking about what my mother was doing right now. Would she be looking down from Heaven or alone in a casket. Why was I here?What did I do? Did i deserve this? I hope not
The rules of the Writers games are that the first 24 people to join the club will be in the games. The first thing you'll have to do when you join is post a piece of writing that you have written. Once all 24 pieces are in me and lucky seven people will judge the writings and decide who lives and who dies! and You must use your own writing!
Week one-
In week one you must send in an article. It can be anything! Be creative! After the judges look at them and decide who stays and who leaves that person is out of the game.
Week two-
We will have a themed writing piece that you will have to send in. The theme is Fantasy.
Week three-
We will have a writing battle two writers against one another the person that loses is out!
This all I have for now so let the games began!
And all so if your one of the first 24 to join write your net name and what number fan you were on the wall thank you!
Fierce & Love
Malmcd Or Mallory McDonald
Week one-
In week one you must send in an article. It can be anything! Be creative! After the judges look at them and decide who stays and who leaves that person is out of the game.
Week two-
We will have a themed writing piece that you will have to send in. The theme is Fantasy.
Week three-
We will have a writing battle two writers against one another the person that loses is out!
This all I have for now so let the games began!
And all so if your one of the first 24 to join write your net name and what number fan you were on the wall thank you!
Fierce & Love
Malmcd Or Mallory McDonald
