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Article by Spotty_Vision21 posted over a year ago
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"Hey baby, where are you going?" growled a deep voice.

Tammy resisted the instinct to turn around and walked faster.

"Just keep moving and he'll go away. Just keep moving."

She was now hyperaware of her surroundings. The man's quickening footsteps. The cool but smoggy air whoosing in and out of her lungs. Her heartbeat speeding up. The clacking noise her heels made upon the sidewalk.

Her eyes darted left. The store window reflected a woman in her late 40's, blonde hair fading.

"C'mon, baby, turn around."

The voice sounded much closer. Tammy's hands began to shake.

What could he want with her? She was old and plain, not young and pretty. She wore a thick turtleneck and long, worn jeans, not a low-cut top and a miniskirt. She wore thick glasses, hiding her blue eyes.

She dropped her purse behind her and continued.

Let that be all he wanted this time.

She still refused to look back, tears now streaming down her face.
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Fan fiction by Ms_Montana posted over a year ago
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1. Cold pizza

It was a cold and rainy day in November. Some people called this rain even snow, but not thus Helena. It was not the type Person all that varnished.
While she rushed by the crowded U platform, it rummaged about him of her pocket for her mobile phone. She tried to type in the scrum the number of her mother, however, without success.
Helena rolled irritated with her eyes. Their mother had said her at noon she must fetch her small sister Allison. And here only so she stood.
On the left from her a hard occupied looking man called up his mobile phone and before her there stood a small boy with a MP3 player whose music she could also hear without earphone. Helena saw impatiently for her clock and hoped imploringly that her mother at least food had made, because she was in starving.
When she came after 15 endlessly appearing minutes, finally, in the right station, it ran to the kindergarten. In the small playground behind the kindergarten already waited Veronica. She was Allisons a group leader. Although Helena found this name incredibly ridiculous.
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Fan fiction by Ms_Montana posted over a year ago
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1. Kalte Pizza

Es war ein kalter und verregneter Tag im November. Manche Menschen bezeichneten diesen Regen sogar als Schnee, aber nicht so Helena. Sie war nicht der Typ Mensch der das alles beschönigte.
Während sie durch den voll gestopften U-Bahnsteig hetzte, kramte sie ihn ihrer Tasche nach ihrem Handy. Sie versuchte in dem Gedränge die Nummer ihrer Mutter zu tippen, jedoch ohne Erfolg.
Helena rollte genervt mit ihren Augen. Ihre Mutter hatte ihr gesagt sie müsse mittags ihre kleine Schwester Allison abholen. Und nur deswegen stand sie hier.
Links von ihr telefonierte ein schwer beschäftigt aussehender Mann mit seinem Handy und vor ihr stand ein kleiner Junge mit einem MP3-Player, dessen Musik sie auch ohne Kopfhörer hören konnte. Helena sah ungeduldig auf ihre Uhr und hoffte inständig dass ihre Mutter wenigstens Essen gemacht hatte, da sie am Verhungern war.
Als sie nach 15 endlos erscheinenden Minuten endlich an der richtigen Station ankam, rannte sie zum Kindergarten. Im kleinen Spielplatz hinter dem Kindergarten wartete schon Veronica. Sie war Allisons Gruppenleiterin. Obwohl Helena diese Bezeichnung...
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Article by sweet_n_silly posted over a year ago
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There was a carnival in town that week, and I decided I wanted to go. I called up my best friend Alysa and asked her if she wanted to go with me. She thought it sounded like fun, too, so we met at the entrance of Le Papillon (that’s French for ‘the butterfly’) at ten in the morning that day.
    We rode ride after ride until we couldn’t walk a straight line anymore, then collapsed on a bench. It took a couple of tries before my bottom hit the bench, but when it finally did, I laughed so hard that I toppled off the bench and into the prickly bushes. It hurt, but I couldn’t stop laughing. I don’t know what it was, but I just could not stop laughing.
    About fifteen minutes later, I was still laughing. A small crowd had gathered and I was trying unsuccessfully to explain to the medical officials that I was okay. I was laughing so hard my face and sides hurt and no one could understand me.
    “She’s fine.” Alysa explained, “She’s laughing; she’s not hurt too bad. I promise.”
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Opinion by harold posted over a year ago
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Abel finally made it to the coast just before sundown. By the time he'd used the restroom and grabbed a bite to eat at the local burger joint, the dusk was so dark that stars were already pricking the night sky.

Cece had said she'd meet him at the beach, and he hoped he wasn't too late; she'd sounded excited on the phone, which he'd interpreted as eagerness. Ditching work at the first opportunity, Abel had jumped in his car and started driving. Frustrated at not finding her, Abel chided himself for his idiotic rush to meet his ex-girlfriend as he redialed her number...no response, not even voicemail. Getting chilly, he wished he'd brought a jacket as he walked along the edge of the surf. It was getting dark quickly, the crowds leaving for clubs, but as he walked he noticed a faint glimmering on the whitecaps, a ghostly luminescence that kept drawing his eye.

Just then, Abel thought he heard the footsteps of someone in the wet sand close behind him, but when he turned, there was no one. Kneeling on the sand, it looked almost as if there were a second set of footprints in the sand, but then a wave came and swallowed them as if they'd never been.
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Article by Will_NolanLover posted over a year ago
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All copie rights go to Stephine M. about some parts. The Walterman's and Maggie are my friends name's! so please put positive comment's not negitive! OK!!! Here it is!

Ch.1
The Lunch
Once upon a time, there once was a girl named Maggie. Maggie was a princess in the kingdom of Atlantis, not the underwater one. Well Maggie has a little anger issue, so when she gets angry, she goes for a walk in the garden. When Princess Maggie goes for her walk she always sees the man she loves, Prince Edward. Prince Edward, to her, is a loving, kind, gentle, handsome man. He is ever so kind to the animals; and the animals are kind to him. Secretly he wanted her as well.
When Princess Maggie was sad, she would stay in her room; if Maggie would not come to the garden, he would know what was going on, she was tired, depressed, or sad.
One day there was a knock on her door; it was her father, King Steven. When the King came in Maggie said “What are you doing here?”
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Article by BellaSwan636 posted over a year ago
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Shaun

I hated seeing her cry. Knowing it was my fault immediately made me hate myself, not that I didn't already. I needed to hear her voice, know she was really here.

Some part of me registered the fact that I'd sat down, and that I had touched her, if briefly. I had said, "Tell me."

She met my gaze, looking terrified. She closed her eyes firmly, as if she was living a nightmare. Maybe she was.

"I know I hurt you, and I'm sorry," she whispered, looking anywhere but at me. "I thought it would be better that way, you had your whole life ahead of you and I couldn't take that away because of my stupid mistake - " she stops.

"Never say that. It is not your fault. Accept it, because it's mine. You only took my life when you left." I am not lying.

I realise that I have pinned her to the wall, but worse, she isn't struggling. I immediately release my hold. What right would I ever have to hold her captive?
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Article by Free_Spirit posted over a year ago
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Me: I'm back yes, to everyones dissapointment lol. I'm sorry everyone but when i wrote this I was really high on sugar sorry if its to happy go lucky to be realistic


And suddenly I just felt like laughing. I started giggling. I don’t know what I found funny though. I’ve lost my family, when I fall asleep I travel to a different world and get beaten, I’m stuck in a hospital and I’m laughing? Oh my god I am going crazy. That brought on another round of giggles for me. Like people didn’t think I was crazy before, I thought.

When my round of giggles subsided I felt ashamed of myself. Here I was laughing after my family died. I pushed my head into the pillow, why am I so weird, I thought. There’s nothing wrong with being weird, a voice said in my head. Of course there is, you’re going insane laughing at your family’s death, another voice whispered. This voice was a lot harsher, practically sneering at the other voice.

These voices were quite familiar to me. Whenever I thought something about myself, my mind would argue with itself. There was like an optimistic side and a pessimistic side. I would ask myself a question and the...
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Article by BellaSwan636 posted over a year ago
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Serena

He didn't seem... mad. Like he should have been. Like he had every right to be.

He stopped maybe a meter away from me. I glanced up, and saw the same look of indecision I had seen on his face the first day.

I had no idea what I was supposed to do. My life is not a perfect little story where happy endings are mandatory.

I didn't expect myself to sink to the floor against the wall and begin crying. There just weren't words to say what I wanted to.

I didn't expect him to sit in front of me and put his hands on my shoulders. He forced me to to look up at him, and he said, "Tell me."
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Article by sahour95 posted over a year ago
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My passport seemed to be taking so long to be ready. And Ema’s cousin seemed to be taken by the beauty and charm in Europe. I had a life that didn’t mean anything, sleep, eat, and drink. Not even working. It’s been two weeks since I’m in Robert’s house. Ema visited me whenever she could. I didn’t dare to walk two steps after the front door of the house or the next thing I’d be seeing is me on the ground, my hands behind my head and taken to prison to spend probably the rest of my life in it.
Among everything I didn’t have the slightest feeling of guilt. I thought I was right that I did what I did and refused the fact that I may be wrong.
As I stepped into the small living room, I looked around me. How did I end up here with Ema’s driver in his house sitting all day long in his living room, starring through the window at the streets which I longed to go and walk through them. Even more painful thoughts came up on my mind while I’m sitting and doing nothing. My thoughts had driven me away. Recalling every single memory I had in my mind since the day I killed that man until the day Robert caught me, when my life suddenly became very...
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Article by BellaSwan636 posted over a year ago
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Shaun

Four months. Four agonizing months since I had seen her in the park. Four agonizing months of starting to dial her number, and then stopping myself.

I am listening to the middle aged woman complain about her life. She doesn't even need a therapist.

I will the clock to move faster. My office is dark, modern, and devoid of warmth. Ironically, it fits me.

Thankfully, the session is over. I tell Amamda that she's made progress, next week, and it's been a pleasure. Notice the lie. I glance down at the desk calender, and look up 2:30.

I don't get a chance to see who is scheduled next, because I hear someone entering the room. Automatically, I look up, and see her.

She is looking at the floor.

Serena

I looked him up. Kayla convinced me to go. I protested, trying to say that Ashleigh needed watching. She said she would wait with Ashleigh. Eventually, I gave in.
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Article by BellaSwan636 posted over a year ago
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Ashleigh

We got to go the hospital. A nice lady wearing white stuff gave us lollipops, and we got to play teaparties. There was another girl there, and she was five. I wanna be five. But I'm turning four in, um, I think mommy said a month? I dunno. But you have to be four before you can be five, I think. Why can't I just skip it?

Anyways, now there is a big girl living in the guest room. She says her name is Kayla. She has shiny goldish hair. Like Jamie's mom, but with brownish stripes in it. It's long. Like if she sits down, she almost sits on it. My hair is only halfway as long.

My mommy gets to stay at home, which means I don't have to go to daycare.

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I'm sitting on the floor in the middle of the living room, watching Phineas and Ferb and drawing my family. She is also sitting on the floor, but leaning against the wall facing the window. She is hugging her knees and staring out at the sky or smething, I can't tell, and she isn't talking. Mommy is making cookies, and normally, I help, but I wanted to watch TV and draw with my new crayons, so I am.
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Article by livethislifeup posted over a year ago
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Like after all the nights before, I had woken up a several amount of times. Every hour, past twelve, until I finally woke at nine. This routine was my life. It was all it was, after Max.
Max, was my life for the twelve years we had. However, five of those twelve years, we spent in grief.
Diagnosed with lung cancer on our sixth year anniversary. At first, we were a little worried--but we were certain that things would turn out fine. He promised me that they would. That, however, was not the case.
With radiation treatment, and surgeries here and there, the cancer came back every year until our twelfth year together.
On June 12th, 2005, he had been relieved of his pain, and was finally put at rest. Beforehand, he had accepted it. He had accepted that it was his turn, that it was his time, that he's done, everything he was supposed to. I didn't.
Every day after that, was a nightmare. The empty space behind me in our bed, the empty chair at our dining table, and the empty feel on our living room couch. Everything had changed. But certainly, not for the better.
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Fan fiction by dancing_banana posted over a year ago
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Kristen
    I felt powerless as Jim slapped me again. I looked up and the palm of his hand connected with my face again. I stood still until he was done and went down the hall to play perfect boyfriend to my mom. I sat down until the stinging eased then I got up and looked out the window down by the neighborhood pool everyone splashed and had a blast but I admit I was terrified to show my face. I don’t really know why, maybe I was scared of people calling social services, because if that happened then my stepdad Jim might move on to hitting my mom. Or maybe I’m scared….. either way I’m putting on a smile and wearing my best clothes tomorrow for my first day back at school.

Peter
    My foster mom smiled at me encouragingly, it didn’t help though school was terrible, it always is. But either way I let her elp me pick out a new book bag plain as always and plain folders etc. I think it makes her feel better being a mom reliving it… I can’t imagine what she must have went through when she found out her only son and her husband where killed at a hold up at some local 7-11 maybe that’s why I love Janie so...
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Article by JazzLover101 posted over a year ago
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Nicholas suddenly slid down on one knee and asked me at age 13 will you marry me even with our age and mother and father would be against it I said yes. I Elizabeth {or Lizzie for short} Catherine Cromwell will soon be Lizzie Catherine Tucker in a few short months/ There was so much to do so much to plan in fact I will make a list of what I already know
Marriage List:
date __
time __
place __
food __
dj __
cake testing __
bridal shower __
center pieces __
bouquets __
dress shopping __
shoe shopping __
makeup shopping __
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Article by BellaSwan636 posted over a year ago
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Shaun

I still love you, and I always will.

The words witten over three years ago. Does she know that I kept only this piece of the original letter? That reading it still makes me remember every other part? That I sometimes wonder if it's still even true?

I wouldn't say I'd blame her if she had moved on. She had every right. But I never had.

I flinch as I remember what I told Jason.

[i]"Dude, you were gone for, like, a day. Where were you? It's a good thing I covered for you, man. Here are your assignments and whatever. I went to Professor Taylor myself. "Patterns of social behaviour" or something. Like I care. Are you even gonna answer me?"
"Serena dumped me." Who said words couldn't hurt?
"Man, that's rough, dude. I thought she was nice. You know, I used to date this girl, Trixie, cute redhead, I still have her n - "
"No, Jason. Sorry, but no," I say curtly.
"Just sayin'. It's better to get over it with a rebound girl, ya know."
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Article by Buggie111 posted over a year ago
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I wrote this yesterday when me and my boyfriend had a big fight and it's a fight that may go on for a long time. I know I am young to write something like this but, I guess it helps. Plus If you don't like it just tell me, ok?

The Power of Words
You and I had this big long fight,
It felt like the storm during the night.
It was verry sad and cold,

My friends had to like you a lot
and you felt like I forgot,
forgot about you.
But I had a prodject due.

You think you're mr. I'm so cool
but you used to act like a ghool.
Not to the people you love,
to the sensetive people like a dove.

How we spoke with eachother,
made you feel much better.
But the fight we had,
you said was nothing but it was bad.

See ya pal we're ova,
take the cell you gave me and do me a fava.
Just don't ever,
Never...
Talk to me again!
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Article by BellaSwan636 posted over a year ago
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Serena

She screams every time a police officer or strange nurse touches her. She refuses to hear them out. So, until further notice, she is staying in my apartment.

I glance at the clock in the waiting room. It's past midnight. Wow. Jamie and Ashleigh are asleep on a small green couch, with a receiving blanket draped over them. I pick them both up, since Kayla and I are free to leave, and we all walk outside to my car. Kayla opens the back door, and while I'm strapping the two little girls in, I signal for her to get in on the passenger side.

She's a broken person. You only need to look at her to see that. Like I only needed to look at him to know that. Her green eyes even look much darker. She is still wrapped in the blanket, and is motionless and silent. A soundless tear runs down her face.

You only need to look at her to hate the person who just as good as killed her. Only worse, because she still has to go on pretending she's alive. That's the worst thing. No escape. To be in constant pain, and yet you can't escape it. The same thing happens to so many other girls. And yet so many of the criminals who steal...
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Article by BellaSwan636 posted over a year ago
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Serena

Kayla was raped in her own house.

What's more, her dad is reported to have committed suicide. Before he even heard that his own daughter needed him.

When I was little, I always had the blind faith in my mom. That she would always know which way to turn on the road. That if we got lost, everything would be fine.

That she would never desert me. Like Kayla's father has.

The girl is slumped against the wall, crying. You'd think that you'd eventually run out of tears, but you don't. It's just that, after a while, maybe you just don't have the strength to carry on any more.

You can dry up the tears you see, but you can never dry up the tears your heart sheds. Because when you cry, your heart gives up a little piece of itself that will always grieve. Always. I have every reason to know.

I put my hand on her shoulder, and she doesn't shake it off.
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Article by DoctorSpud posted over a year ago
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Chapter 1


Artemis Galchowen was going nowhere fast. At the age of 23, he was fired from his job as a theatre consumptions stand steward. At the age of 24, he was living with his two cousins, who worked for the second most successful auto dealer in the nation. At the age of 26, he was kicked out of their house for destroying their $200,000 Mercedes while on a drunken rampage.
At the age of 29, he was working at a secondhand manga book shop and also worked at IHOP for a few more bucks. He lived at Cricket Slope Farms development in a tiny condo with his two supportive friends, Zeke and Megan.
And on June 28, 2008, his entire life went upside-down- well, okay, it already was, but now it was really bad. And on June 27, 2008, he hadn’t even expected it. He woke up to his average ‘Bad Boys’ ringtone alarm on his phone, which started at 10:00 each day.

That day, he woke up at 12:00.

Galchowen took out a butcher’s meat hammer sitting on his nightstand next to his phone and started smashing the phone into puny mechanical cubicles. Tiny blue sparks started bleeding out of the poor communication device. He...
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Article by BellaSwan636 posted over a year ago
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Serena

"You have no idea what I've gone through!" the girl tearfully screams at me.
"You're right. I don't. I have no idea what you've gone through, but that doesn't mean I don't care," I say calmly.
"Why would you care? You don't even know me."
"And you don't know me. How would you know that I don't?"

Kayla hesitates a little before answering.

"Because sometimes, not even being related to someone is enough to make them want to care. My own goddamned mother didn't even stick around long enough for me to remember what she even looks like!"
"Growing up must have been pretty awkward."
"You have no idea," Kayla says, grimacing a little.
"I apparently never do."

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"I had to sit on the edge of the bathtub and listen to my dad read out the instructions on a box of Tampax," she continues, cracking a small smile. A blanket is wrapped around her shoulders, and we're waiting for her to be examined.
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Article by BellaSwan636 posted over a year ago
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Serena

I watch the two girls drag Ashleigh's duvet off of her bed and into the contemporary, yet welcoming living room. I watch as they try to make a tent, giggling whenever their construction collapses, and tugging it back into place just to watch it self-destruct every time.

If only it were that easy. Just being able to laugh whenever your life falls apart, then cheerfully re-build it all over again, knowing it will not stay that way, yet not giving up.

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I think back to six months after Ashleigh was born, when I had the small violet butterfly tattooed on the inside of my wrist. It represented life, the life of my little girl. The violet colour represented the handful of violets that someone else's little girl had given me, and without knowing it, had given a life.

The phone rings, and I freeze. What if it's him? What if it isn't? What if...

"Serena? Rion speaking." Relief washes over me.
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Opinion by Lorelei-Essence posted over a year ago
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The Pillsbury Doughboy died yesterday of a yeast infection and trauma complications from repeated pokes in the belly. He was 71. Doughboy was buried in a lightly greased coffin. Dozens of celebrities turned out to pay their respects, including Mrs. Butterworth, Hungry Jack, the California Raisins, Betty Crocker, the Hostess Twinkies, and Captain Crunch. The gravesite was piled high with flours. Aunt Jemima delivered the eulogy and lovingly described Doughboy as a man who never knew how much he was kneaded. Doughboy rose quickly in show business, but his later life was filled with turnovers. He was not considered a very smart cookie, wasting much of his dough on half-baked schemes. Despite being a little flaky at times he still was a crusty old man and was considered a positive roll model for millions. Doughboy is survived by his wife Play Dough, two children, John Dough and Jane Dough, plus they had one in the oven. He is also survived by his elderly father, Pop Tart.

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Article by BellaSwan636 posted over a year ago
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Shaun

It feels like a piercing physical wound; to see her leave me again.

I cannot access the part of me that handles realisation. Serena called her Ashleigh. That child in her arms. Is mine.

My forehead is resting on the edge of the hard granite countertop, and I am trying to ignore the card that is currently lying right in front of me. I already know what is printed on it by heart.

Serena Meyer

Gaurdian Ad Litem, New York.

serenashleigh@mweb.com

And then a number scrawled on in her own handwriting.

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Her eyes haunt me when I close my own. Everything I see reminds me of her.

Irony; isn't it, when the one thing you absolutely need to survive is within your physical grasp but you cannot have it? Isn't it some kind of 'destiny' rule that means you always land up with the one person right for you and it's all flowers and daisies from then on?
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Article by BellaSwan636 posted over a year ago
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Ashleigh

I see lotsa stuffs on TV. Like how big kids have to look out for the littler kids. And how kids always have mommies and daddies.

I don't have a daddy. Mommy never says why, but I think she doesn't want me to ask. So I don't.

I notice a lot more than she thinks I do. Like how whenever she sees a violet (I asked her what it was called) she smiles a little. Like it reminds her of something. I know she likes them because she has some of them framed in my room.

I also see how she always ignores everyone but the people she's talking to and me.

And she always knows when Jamie and me play spies and we're spying on her.

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I am happy after playschool because I don't have to go there again for a whole two days. I like it there, but I like being with my mommy better. Plus Jamie is sleeping over and mommy will make us hot chocolate and pancakes like she always does on Friday and when it rains.
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