Writing is Underated

Meredith sat up in the middle of the night screaming. Again. She felt tears wet her eyes at another miserable attempt at sleep. She wanted to pull her sore eyes from her sockets. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t stay asleep. She wasn’t going to get any more sleep tonight, and Meredith knew that. She pulled off the sheets and slowly stood up. She wobbled slightly and held her head. These nightmares were going to be the death of her.
    Meredith crept down the hall and into the kitchen for a little snack. Maybe some warm milk would put her to sleep. She reached...

    The blood dripped from my dagger, turning the waxed linoleum floor crimson. The smell of copper and metal made my nose wrinkle, and I desperately wished for a pair of nose plugs. Maybe I would start carrying those around with me.
    I stepped over the twitching body that took up most of the kitchen floor and went to the sink, washing off the dagger and my hands. I waited for the water to wash the blood down the drain. I sighed with impatience and displeasure at the thick dexterity of blood. Killing was the fun part, but the blood drove me mad. It...

I woke up one day from a dream and remembered every second of it. In the ten minuets I stayed in bed awake but didn;t get up yet, I thought up a story. I went downstairs and typed this up, not caring about grammar, spelling, or sounding good at all. I stopped halfway through because my burst of creative energy had run out. Please excuse the choppiness and poor style of it, and just pay attention to the plot. Maybe it will inspire you or give you ideas for something else.

There is an evil witch that has a gray, mushy body that is very bony and bat-like, she can fly and screech and materialize...

ok, im sorry, but this isnt what i normally write, i wanted to try something different... im sorry if its lame..



I woke to same sound, as every morning. The cries, of a exhusted child always did. I had thought for a moment we had a routine going on but you know children, but its jsut doesnt happen. It's if as though they are engineered to keep you up late, have a colourful shoulders and bags under your eyes, Well my baby did.
I was young, and so was she. We had that in common. Thats all we had, She was the spitting image of him. He makes it hard to love her sometimes.Which makes me hate him more,...

The fiction story I wrote EXCLUSIVELY for Fanpop. In Chapter 2. Enough said.

The dogs ran furiously until they were out of breath. They stopped in the unfamiliar woods. The brother puppy looked at his sister as if to say, "Let's go back to Mama."
She refused, attempting to cuddle with him instead. He ran away when she tried to nuzzle him.
He ran away from the woods, closer and closer to the open field and his family. He looked back to see his sister wasn't running. He didn't care. She would realize he was on the right track. She'd catch up.
The speeding puppy looked straight ahead of him to see...

Life may be a hard path to walk
but as the years pass you learn
on how to adapt and face it head on.

Fear of leaving something or someone familiar
to tread somewhere new and foriegn,
but thats the beauty of life
how we see things grow from the earth, the birth of a human life,
animals of the wild struggling for survival
through the ages since the beginning of time.

Where despair fills your soul
you cry for renewal within
it will take deep forgiveness in your heart
to wash away the hurt of betrayal
as it happens forevermore
as long as we continue to fight and hurt each other.

Love bleeds deeply when you...

In this article I'm going to write about how to enjoy writing. I'm a writer and do a lot of writing, both for my website and for other people. I find some ways of writing are more enjoyable than others.




How To Enjoy Writing




I find writing is most enjoyable when it's not done in a forced or particularly planned manner. If you find it's hard to get yourself to write, I think it's best to relax about it. Perhaps relaxation will be all you need to get your inspiration flowing, in fact.




I often spend some time meditating for ideas before sitting down to write an article. After a few seconds of keeping...

"Shelby?" Sage asked quietly, coming into my room. "Can I ask you something?" I sat up on my bed.

"Sure," I sighed, not so enthusiastic; but I was trying not to be so irritable all the time. Sage came in front of the bed, then plopped down on the floor in front of me.

"What's that stuff you take?" she asked. I furrowed my eyebrows.

"What do you mean, Sage?"

"You know, that stuff you take," she said. "Like this." She put her palm to her nose, and inhaled deeply. My heart fell into my stomach. I quickly fell down to her height, and grabbed her shoulders.

"Sage. How do you know about that," I said...

I was just 5 minutes on foot to my dancing class. When I left home 20 minutes ago, I didn’t expect, I would be raining. But it wasn’t just raining – it was going to be a real storm. It was the middle of July and I was wearing a dress with the short sleeves. The rain was becoming heavier with each minute while I was walking down the street. Unfortunately there was no shop or bus station close for me to hide from the storm, so when I felt my dress all wet and drops in my hair, I couldn’t do anything but stopping under the tree. The street was desert – apart from one car standing in...

Eleven year old twins Miyu and Nakku have been begging their mother for weeks about checking out the attic, their mother finally said yes during week four.The twins raced up the spiral staircase to the attic.They found old toys and books, then Miyu found a small crawl space door.
"Nakku!Nakku!Come here!"Miyu called out to her brother.Nakku ran over and saw the door she pointed at.
"Let's see what's inside Miyu."Nakku suggested, Miyu nodded rapidly and reached for the door.Nakku grabbed her hand, then looked at her like she was crazy.
"Miyu, let me open it first."Nakku said.He yanked the door open,...

Ok, heres a story I've had in my head for a while...

I haunt her, I know I shouldn't. Being dead is boring. It's not like I chose death. Death just happened.

I was a normal seventeen year old guy, ready to start collge. Then, I saved her life. She means everything to me.
I love everything about her. Her hair, her smile, her lips, her body, her laugh, her snort, her mad face, her happy face, her flirty face, her attitude.

I love her.

That's why I pushed her out of the way when the murderer shot the gun. That's why I saved her life.

Now, I haunt her. I watch her every minute of everyday, as a ghost....

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...