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posted by werewolflover
Caitlin Tresp moved to my small town in Tennessee when we were in fourth grade,which was two years ago.This is her story so far.
So,she moved here in fourth grade.She was in my class.It was her first day,and she was already being bullied.By everyone.Ecxept for my friends and I.Jessica,Molly,Chyanne,Tori and me.It was like she was already part of the group.We all got along greatly.But later in the year,Jessica and Caitlin got in a fight at recess.When we went back inside,we all had to talk to our teacher,Mrs.McDonald.By the end of the dayit was all sorted out...or so I thought.For the rest of the year at least,everyone got along
On the first day of fifth grade,we were all happy to see each other.We had a lot of catching up to do.Everyone was best buds,until about half-way through the year.Everyone started hating Caitlin because she talked about dirty things.But other than that she was a good friend.But I didn't hang out with her.I am extremly guilty now,but I didn't talk to her because I thought my other friends would stop liking me too.But I realize now,that if they are truly my friends,they won't care who my other friends are.If only I had known then...
That brings us up to this year,sixth grade.Caitlin was being bullied even worse.I think it's because we're in middle school,which means we switch classes.Everyone thinks they're hot stuff.At the beginning of the year,I didn't talk to her,just like everyone else.But then I realized,she had no friends.None.So,I started talking to her again,and sitting with her at lunch.I didn't care what the rest of my grade thought.
The other day at lunch,I took my usual spot across from Caitlin and beside my new friend Ashley.Caitlin was almost in tears.She told us she was trying to convince her parents to move back to Centerville,the city she moved from.She said it was because everyone was always so mean to her,even though she straightned up over the summer.She was purly nice.They thought she was retarded.That did it for me.I was so mad!When I got to my mom's classroom,I exploded.How could people be so,so just plain mean?She never did anything to them.I didn't know what I'd do if my best friend moved away.That was something I had just realized.Caitlin was my best friend.Not Tori,Chyanne,Molly or Jessica,though I had known them for so much longer.Caitlin didn't care who my friends were,unlike the others.And she would listen to me when I had something to say,unlike my other friends.They wouldn't even let me say one word before they interrupted.Caitlin was,is,and always will be,my one true best friend.No matter if she moves or not.I'll try to keep in touch with her if she does.No,I WILL keep in touch if she does.Caitlin changed the way I saw the world.I wouldn't let my best friend just disappear.
THE END
Kyle:Krissa, it's ok, everything will be fine.

Krissa:No it won't!!!How can he do this to me!...how can he do this to us!

Me:He didn't...he did it to be happy.

Krissa looked at me with watery eyes, tears falling, dripping from her face.

Kyle:Kris, he is your father, but he just needs to move on and live a happier life.

Me:Exactly, he never wanted to hurt you like this, he loves you, but he loves her, too.

Krissa:If he did love me, he'd dump that barbie!

Kyle looked at me, I looked at him.

Kyle:She needs some time alone.

I nodded.
I hurt the thump sound of when Krissa jumps on her bed.

Me:Maybe she'll grow out of it in a few days...

Kyle:Or a few years...why is she so...upset of her dad getting married?

Me:Well, when she went to visit him, she was just there, he never told her.She got mad and came right back.

Kyle:Well that IS upsetting.

Me:No kidding.
posted by dbzfan5
CHAPTER 1* the deepest abyss* in the ocean in the deepest abyss were no sign of light could be found little particles started to come together forming a strange creature that had the head of a human but as pail as the skin on a grate Wight, a shark fin on its back, gills on the outer skin were its lungs are, arms of a praying mantis, six gel like tentacles on its back, with the body and legs of a human! Two of them were made one boy one girl they quickly swam to shore *CHAPTER 2 there’s more of us* we got up to shore and found a little island and swam to it finding more like us! Peek the...
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posted by Cinders
It has been said that those with no words often have the most to say.


New York City, circa 1992.

He was quiet, a secret sort of troubled, his hands buried deep into his pockets as he wandered the slums of a black city, a heavy shadow cast over the sky that was too dark for the stars to penetrate.

She was a bloodnut and she watched him from the shadows, her dead heart rattling inside of her empty chest. She launched herself at him and latched onto his arm like a leech, beginning to beg, offering services in exchange for the substance she craved so much. Just a taste, she said, she promised that...
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This is just an excerpt, so it might be kinda confusing, but still, let me know please!

"    She was surrounded, there was no way to go, no where to turn. Circling around, trying to formulate a plan, a stab of pain coursed through her veins, bringing her to her knees. Another shot brought her a face-full of colorful carpet. Someone from behind tied her hands together in some unknown bindings and pinned her thrashing body to the ground with the help of a few others.
    “Check her.”
    That voice… where Have I heard it before?
    One...
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posted by inexplicable
The last time

The day was gray and it was raining outside. There were hardly any people seen on the streets, but I ran, soaked by the rain, down the street. I walked toward a house, but went unnoticed on the opposite side of the street. I looked up to the building and reminded me again at that time, to events to which I recalled many years later. It is in this house he lived not too long ago. Whether we were just friends, or maybe even more than that, I still do not know. I called me back the memory of an evening that was not even long ago. We were in his room and he played me on the piano before...
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posted by Theatre_Freak
Once upon a time there was a little place called the 13 colonies. In one of these colonies lived little old m,e Angelina, but there was something different. In my colony, everyone was the same; we all had animals grew crops and so on, but I was special. Originally, I lived in Paris, France with my mother and father. After my father died when I was just a baby, my mother noticed that I had a gift that only few had in our family. I was a Witch.
My mother feared for my safety and made a deal with her sister. Her sister was a specialist in the dark arts of magic. Mother didn't trust her, but she...
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posted by twilight-rocks9
“Hay” Byron said. “Hi”I said “um….can I talk to you? This is sort of important.” I waited for his answer. It seemed like forever. “Sure. What do you want to talk about?” I didn’t know how to start. “Your sister. She’s being quite childish about this I mean she’s 15 I know I acted like a 5-year old when it doesn’t get what it wants. But this is just….well dumb-” he cut me off. “How is she being childish?!” he was very furious he looked like would explode. “Well… she only lets you talk to me when she’s not here. We have to hide the notes from her. And…...
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posted by Anudie
Once upon a time, in a perfect world there stood a perfect pink castle guarded by a perfect number of perfect fluffy horses and surrounded by a perfect wall of perfect pink flowers.
In the perfect castle there lived a perfect, perfect girl with a perfect life. Her perfect name was perfect: Serenity Lianna Honeyblossom Sweetytreat Sparkle Cupcake Beauty Mary Sue.
She was always paid by authors to star in their books and act like the perfect dream girl; aka a Mary Sue. She lived in Storyland, where all the ideal characters lived until they were picked for a story and then dropped back in after....
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posted by cute20k
Hi! I was writing a novel a while back, but I got distracted. I have only written the first chapter. I feel as if I need better names for the characters. I believe I'm going to edit the first chapter a lot and bring in some other characters. For the main 2 characters I was thinking I would name them something foreign that has a meaning to do with love, to be a little cutesy. Also, title suggestions would help! If you choose to follow the link below the female character's description, let me know if you have any names for the 2 cheerleaders mentioned.

Edit: For 'Jo'/female I was looking up names...
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Courtesy of the cartoonist, Clangnuts
Ah, the dreaded cliché! The worst feedback a writer can get is, "Well, it sounds sort of cliché, doesn't it?"

All authors want to be original. If someone even mentions that a writer's work reminds them of someone else's, the writer tenses up. "No, no, no, I'm nothing like him," he says swiftly. "I've never even read him."

"Yeah, but it's kinda like him," the reader persists, believing she is giving a compliment rather than an insult. "He's incredible, you should read him!"

The thing is-- it should be a compliment when a reader compares your work to...
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posted by Insight357
This is a story; my story. I am Damien Cole Demidov. My grandparents are full-blooded Russian. I am twenty-one years old, and I’ve been locked up in an asylum for four years.
    I have black hair about four inches from my shoulders. I am vampire pale. I have crystal blue eyes. I’m 5’9’’.
    I have met many a person in my time. Maybe you’ll meet some of the throughout the story.
    Anywho, I live in the U.S. now, shipped over with my mom when I was twelve. I live in New York City at the moment. My mom is back in Russia with my father, and grandparents.
    Now, let’s see what’s in store for us.