I knew what I'd done as soon as the door closed. And now I had to deal with it. I sat back down on my orange sheets that coved my unmade bed; the unmade bed that started todays argument. A throbbing pain slowly made its self into the back of my skull.
Well, I'd finally done it, pushed her to a breaking point. It had been only a matter of time, now that I think about it. I could see the growing irritation every time we talked. Every time I screwed-up.
Now, I am a relatively good person. I have above average grades, work hard, and eat my vegetables. I don't deserve to be yelled at every time I mess-up.
Yes, I do. She works hard, takes
This is something I wrote a while ago for an English class. Just thought I'd put it up.
This soliloquy is from Haymitch, a character in the Hunger Games, point of view. I have taken a moment right before Peete and Katniss enter the arena, when Haymitch is drunk, as he often is. He is making the decision on whether to put effort in to saving Peeta or Katness. Please review!
"Every year. Every single year.
They die, such horrible, heartless ways.
So young, they die, but not this year.
Not this one. She can make it.
Poor boy, poor poor boy.
So nice, so pleasant,
But that's not what it takes.
She has it, the spu
I knew what I'd done as soon as the door closed. And now I had to deal with it. I sat back down on my orange sheets that coved my unmade bed; the unmade bed that started todays argument. A throbbing pain slowly made its self into the back of my skull.
Well, I'd finally done it, pushed her to a breaking point. It had been only a matter of time, now that I think about it. I could see the growing irritation every time we talked. Every time I screwed-up.
Now, I am a relatively good person. I have above average grades, work hard, and eat my vegetables. I don't deserve to be yelled at every time I mess-up.
Yes, I do. She works hard, takes
This is something I wrote a while ago for an English class. Just thought I'd put it up.
This soliloquy is from Haymitch, a character in the Hunger Games, point of view. I have taken a moment right before Peete and Katniss enter the arena, when Haymitch is drunk, as he often is. He is making the decision on whether to put effort in to saving Peeta or Katness. Please review!
"Every year. Every single year.
They die, such horrible, heartless ways.
So young, they die, but not this year.
Not this one. She can make it.
Poor boy, poor poor boy.
So nice, so pleasant,
But that's not what it takes.
She has it, the spu
Once upon a time, there was a girl who liked to tell stories. She weaved tales because that was her strength, her way of moving on from what had been, and for what was to come.
Or so she thought.
Because you see, her words were stolen from her. They were taken and claimed by another. She was lost without them and did not know what to do.
And then she was granted an army of angels.
These angels, they stood by her, bloodied their swords and fought when she could not.
And justice prevailed.
I want to thank you, thank all my honourable, kind, wonderful, supportive friends here for helping me, for helping me stand when I could not. Without y
"You need to stop doing this."
"Stop doing what?"
"Writing me into your stories."
"...why?"
"Because it scares me. I'm not this guy that you write about. I'm not some kind of Prince Charming and I'm certainly not a sea God or whatever you like to say about my eyes every now and then."
"Oh really?"
"Yeah. You really need to work on your judgement of people, because this is all wrong. It's like you don't know me at all!"
"So why don't you correct me and I'll fix my idea of you accordingly."
"Well firstly, I'm a really nervous person."
"Yeah. Your hands are either fiddling with your hair or your sleeve, or you're biting y
"Ever worried about what the world thought of you?"
"Nope. I only worry about what I think of me."
"What do you think about you?"
"That I am a broken-eyed, converse-reject-wearing wise ass."
"Really? And what do you call yourself?"
"I call me proud."
"Oh."
"What do you call yourself?"
"I am the grade school version of the heartbroken girl, who can't play the guitar so she strums a ukulele instead, who can't paint so she draws terrible pictures in graphite that keeps giving way."
"I see you doing it again. Put the fucking pen down right now and stop it."
"Stop what?"
"Doing that."
"What? I was just writin-"
"You're cutting yoursel
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100 Theme: Complicated
"Chloe, since we're going to a new town, we can stop at a library on the way and you can email your father." Kit suggested as we all piled into the car.
"I.. I can!?" I sounded surprised and excited but I couldn't help it. For weeks now, I've been feeling guilty as he frantically searches for me and I hide.
"Yes," He was at how excited I seemed. "You can but remember, what you can tell him is limited and as soon as you finish sending the email, we have to leave, okay?"
I nodded.
"Good, let's go." Kit reversed out of the hotel parking lot.
Derek followed me into the library while everyone waited in the car. We sat down down at a computer
Derek POV
He heard the sounds when he went to get a glass of water and a snack. It wasn't the first time in the last few weeks that he'd woken up hungry in the middle of the night, so he just made sure to be extra quiet while he made a midnight snack. It also wasn't the first time he'd heard restless noises from Chloe's room, only this time, they ended with a shout of fright.
"It's just a nightmare," he muttered to himself. But he was already half-way up the stairs.
Chloe opened the door before he could knock, staring up at him with wide, glassy eyes. The sleepy, confused expression shifted instantly to what could be considered a scowl. "W
So i have to still fiddle around with this site before i completely understand what im doing. I just wanted to say that im most likely not going to write any stories, i like to read other peoples. (you will also notice that im in LOVE with anything by Kelley Armstrong) Sooo. yeah, just putting that out there and worn you that it will probably take me another month or so to understand how to operate this site.