Any topic, any length, any format. Just write something and send it to me, I'll choose the winners.

There'll be no prizes or anything, it's just for fun and not at all formal. Deadline is December 31.

I would like to join!



Here it is!:



As I was closing my diary, I took a sip of my tea and a bite of my orange. My 5-year-old sister kept whining that she wanted her tea. I told her that it only takes a few seconds. " But, I want it now!" Miku said. I took a deep breath and calmed her down. I asked if she had a pencil or a pen and she said: " But mommy dosen't let me have pens, she says their dangerous!". God, my mom can be so tacky sometimes. I explained to Miku that mommy was being sarcastic. " What's sarcastic?" she said. I told her that sarcastic means just kidding or just joking. She said O.K and went to tell mommy what I said. Mom came out of the kitchen and said " Thank you for explaining that for her. I finnaly can use some pens." I asked mom how come she dosen't have pens. " Oh..umm. I don't want to waste money on tacky pens." Miku came out of nowhere and said " But mommy, they only cost $1." Mom busted out of the door and said: " Take care of your sister!" Mom said going into the car. Oh! I forgot all about my 13-year-old brother,Zion. Zion said: " What? Where's mom?" I told him that she left and you were in charge, I guess. Zion groaned and said " Call me if you need anything. I'm not your servent though." Then he shut his room door. Miku said she was going to take a nap. When I was walking to my room, I saw something Round and Strange! It was a Egg! It had beautiful patterns and colors! I picked up the egg, it was very cold, but very hot too. I decided to call mom but no answer. Whatever i'm keeping this. I wrapped the egg in a smooth warm scarf, turned on my laptop and clicked on " Chatbox Besties Forever!" That was our name for me and my friends chatbox. Then I noticed that the egg was cracking! I hid and watched the beautiful moment. Just then a small blue baby dragon came out of the egg!



I'm sorry, I couldn't think of anything else I'll edit later.

Okay.

My entry. c:

Jade sipped her cocoa. "I'm having a great Christmas, Delilah." She nudged the cat on her lap and it purred quietly. "Mrow..." It jumped to it's red and green pinstriped bed. "Ah, well." Jade sighed. She pulled up her green blanket. Ding, dong, ding, dong, her doorbell rung. "Anthony!" she beamed. "Hey, I came to deliver this present. It's for you." He handed a silver package with a shiny red bow to Jade. "You shouldn't have!" She opened it. She now held an iHome. "Anthony, I don't have an iPod, I'm so sorry... No. You didn't!" Anthony took a much smaller package from his pocket. "Anthony, thank you so much!" Jade smiled. "And, this is for you." Jade ran into her bedroom and snatched a blue-wrapped package. She handed it to Anthony. "Thanks, Jade! I've always wanted a new... pair of high heels? Is this some kind of joke? If it is, it's not very funny." "No, I didn't buy those! I must've picked up the wrong package at the gift wrapping booth! I'm so sorry! I'll work very hard to find your present. Hey, are we still up for that Christmas Party?" "Yeah, I'm exited. I heard Elise put santa hats in our goodie bags." "Cool. Well, see you then. Night." "G'night." Anthony walked down the pavement and Jade closed the door. She plopped on her silk covers and went to sleep. ~ "Delilah, what are you doin'? Silly cat..." Jade said. Her cat had just woken her up. "Mroww..." Delilah purred. Jade put on some real clothes, brushed her hair and teeth, then set off to find Anthony's present. She looked everywhere she could. No use. She sat back down in her bed when she got home. "Oh my gosh, I'm late for Elise's party!" She yelped. She found her secret santa's gift and ran to her Mercedes Benz. She opened the door and slammed on the gas. Her car was going very fast. When Jade arrived at the Christmas party, she was greeted by Elise, Anthony, and some other friends. "We're about to start Secret Santa! Come on!" Elise told Jade. Jade sat down in a comfy, burgundy chair and Elise asked her to start. "That's fine with me. My Secret Santa, was Johnny. Merry Christmas!" The brown haired boy opened the present. "Cool, thanks Jade! I needed some new skateboard wheels!" "No problem." Jade replied. Next was Elise's turn. "My Secret Santa was, Jade!" Elise handed Jade a blue wrapped package, like the one she was going to give to Anthony! Jade ripped the wrapping off. Inside were some converse. "I didn't give that to you! I got you some high heels!" "I know." Jade smiled and handed her present to Anthony. "Merry Christmas."

The end.

I'll join! Could i hand in half of a story i wrote? It's kinda long, but i think its really good. why not all of it? I'm not finished and its gonna take me a while to finish it. and yes, i wrote all of this by myself. No help whatso ever. (in the story, I'm Lindsey. Elizabeth is my bff. Nick is a really good friend. All of these characters are in my actual life)
WARNING: LONG LONG LONG LONG SPOILER

The Adventurers:

This is the story of Nicholas (Nick), Elizabeth, and Lindsey. We are better known as “The Adventurers.” Here is our story. One day when Elizabeth was in her room practicing soccer, I was in my room reading a novel called “Diary of a Wimpy kid: The Ugly Truth, Nick blurted out, “Hey guys, come here I found something really extraordinary!” I put my favorite hologram lion bookmark into my book, Elizabeth stopped trying to make shots into the goal, and we went over to Nick’s lab/room. Elizabeth and I came in and we said, “What?” Nick replied, “I found an old map to the Stone of Power!” I was confused, and so was Elizabeth. Then Nick replied, “It’s the most powerful thing on Earth! It can do anything, but it only grants one wish per person, so if we found it, we would have to use it wisely.” Elizabeth and I really wanted to find that stone. She wanted it because she wanted to be the “World’s Best Goalie”. I wanted it because I wanted to have telekinesis, (that’s the power to move objects with your mind!) so I could do pretty much everything. (Even help Elizabeth be the “World’s Best Goalie”, if she actually was). Nick wanted it because he wanted to have magical art utensils. Then he could draw anything and everything in seconds. So we researched the stone, where it is, how to get to it, and what else it can do. Then a few weeks later, we packed our luggage, went on a plane to where the map starts, (which is in Hawaii) and we were on our way. Chapter 2: Getting the Supplies We arrived at a very nice airport right by the edge of Hawaii. Nick got out his map and started to read it. He told us that we needed to start at an island called Kimi, (which wasn’t on ANY map but ONE, which we have) but he said that we’re at Maui. Elizabeth asked, “Nicholas, how are we supposed to get there?” Nick replied, “We’ll have to go by rowboat, because we don’t have a license to drive a ship.” Then I said, “Enough chit-chat! Let’s go to the harbor.” We arrived at the harbor and we saw a rowboat. I went up to a lifeguard and asked, “Sir, may my friends and I borrow that rowboat?” He replied, “Sure as long as you return it, or else you’ll have to pay $50 for it.” So, we got into the rowboat, but then Elizabeth said, “How are we supposed to live if we have no food or water?” Nick responded, “Dang it! I can’t believe we forgot food and water!” We didn’t have enough money to buy all the food and water we needed, so we got on a plane heading to where we live. You’re probably thinking: “How can they have enough money to afford a plane ride, but not enough money for food and water?” Well, Nicholas has a card that lets him get ANY plane ride to ANYWHERE for free! So anyways, then we took a taxi to our house. We went in, got everything that we needed, came back to the taxi, and he drove us back to the airport. After all that, we finally hopped onto a plane heading to Hawaii. It was another 4 hour flight. Chapter 3: During the Trip “Ugh, when are we going to get there?” Elizabeth moaned. Then I replied, “I’m thinking it’ll take about a week to get there, but on the bright side, Nicholas brought his laptop.” “Ooooh! Does he have any games on it? Like soccer?” Elizabeth squealed. Nick replied, “Yes, I do. It came with the laptop.” Then he looked at the map and said, “We need to turn left at that volcano.” Elizabeth screamed, stopped playing her game, and said, “WHAT?!?!? That volcano can erupt any second!!!” I know that Elizabeth is TERRIFIED of volcanoes. Then Nick replied, “I don’t think so. I think that volcano was deactivated a long time ago.” “What in the world does that mean???” Elizabeth questioned. Nick rolled his eyes and said, “Never mind that, let’s just get on with it.” “AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!! WE’RE GETTING CLOSER TO THE VOLCANO!!!!!” Elizabeth screamed. “STOP SHOUTING!” I said angrily. Elizabeth responded, “NEVER!!!!!!!” Then she went back playing her game. “Will you two cats stop the hissy fit?” Nick chuckled. “Man Nick! Could ya please stop the not funny jokes?” I told him. “MYOB: Mind you own business Lindsey!” Suddenly smoke arose from the volcano. The snowy white clouds turned the color of coal. All was silent until we felt a faint shake. “IT’S ERUPTING!!! RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!!!” Elizabeth screamed in fear. “Elizabeth, think for a sec. How can we run, ON A BOAT?!?” Nick said to her. “THERE’S NO TIME TO THINK!! AHHHHHH!” She said back to him. Then lava came bursting out of the volcano. We started to slowly drift away from it. Elizabeth was shivering all over. The cool air filled with thick, black smoke very rapidly. That was all I could see. Chapter 4: At Kimi As I began to wake up, my friends were not there. I started to panic and then I yelled, “NICHOLAS, ELIZABETH WHERE ARE YOU!!!!” I stood up and noticed we were on an island. I stepped out of our little rowboat and began searching the practically, deserted island. I then heard a familiar voice call out, “We’re right here!” It was Nick’s voice! I didn’t know where he was so I called out to him, “Come here, I can’t see you! I’m by our rowboat!” “OK,” Nick said. “We got up to see around. But we noticed that you were asleep and Elizabeth told me not to wake you up.” Then Nick and Elizabeth popped out from the bushes. Then I said, “I missed you guys!”After that I ran up to them and gave Elizabeth her a big hug, and I gave Nicholas a firm handshake. Nick said, “Let me go look at my map, so I can see where we are.” He walked over to our rowboat and stepped into it. He moved a few things around and then he picked up his map. After Nick looked at the map he told us, “Wow, what luck!” “What do you mean? What luck?” Elizabeth said. Then, Nick looked at Elizabeth and said, “We’re on Kimi! That’s the island we needed to go to!” Elizabeth blinked twice and then she shouted impatiently, “Awesome! Let’s go find that stone!” “But where do we go?” I said. “Hmm. Let me see. Oh! Over there! Where that palm tree with 5 coconuts is!” Nick responded. Then Elizabeth shouted at the top of her lungs, “OOOOH!! CAN I DRINK SOME COCONUT MILK?” Then I replied to her, “No way Elizabeth that would be a waste of time!” She yelled, “Ugh! Fine!” Then I heard her murmuring to herself. I hoped it wasn’t about me. Chapter 5: During the Journey We walked over to the palm tree, Elizabeth looked like she was about to climb that tree, take all of the coconuts then put them into her sack that she was carrying. Instead, she asked, “Ok Mr. Map Boy! What do we do and where do we go next?” Nick replied, “Do you see that mountain behind those palm trees? There’s a cave on that mountain and we need to get into it. That’s where the stone should be.” Then Elizabeth shrieked, “WHAT?!? HOW IN THE WORLD ARE WE SUPPOSED TO GET INTO THERE?” I there? ” Then I cracked up laughing at my little joke. “Ok then,” she chuckled. Elizabeth walked over to Nick and asked, “Hey Nick-,” Nick knew what she was going to ask so he interrupted and said, “Well, when we were at the house getting food, I went into my room and got some ropes and some grappling hooks. I looked at the map again and I saw a mountain. That’s why I brought it.” After that I gladly said, “Awesome!!! Nick, you’re a total genius.” “Thanks, Lindsey.” Nick said, feeling good about himself. “Let’s go!” I said eagerly. While we were walking towards the forest, out of nowhere Elizabeth screamed, “I CALL GOING FIRST!!!!!!!!!!!” “Um…, ok Elizabeth.” Nick said, wondering why. So we set off into the forest ahead of us, but suddenly, Nick yelled, “LOOK OUT, ELIZABETH!” Elizabeth wasn’t paying attention, and said, “Huh?!!?!?” Exactly at that moment a coconut (about the size of a bowling ball), fell towards Elizabeth’s head at tremendous speed! It went Clonk! Right onto Elizabeth’s head! She fell straight forward onto the ground, but luckily, I caught her. Elizabeth’s eyes were closed, and Nicholas thought she had a concussion. She was totally unconscious, and wasn’t moving one bit. Chapter 6: Elizabeth Lives! It was hard trying to carry Elizabeth, but luckily, Nick found an old wheelbarrow right by a saw, some nails, that palm tree, and a weird-looking hammer. He started to saw the palm tree to get some wood. Then he cut the palm tree’s trunk into 3 small wooden planks. After that, Nick nailed the wooden planks onto the wheelbarrow. Tada! The wheelbarrow was finished! “Nick, I’m tellin’ ya, you’re the only person I know that could fix a wheelbarrow with just a palm tree, nails, a hammer, and a saw. It’s amazing!” I was in shock, my mouth wide open, and my eyes bulging out of my eye sockets. Nick said back to me, “I didn’t even know I could do that either! I think God might’ve helped me.” “Yeah, that’s true. I really hope Elizabeth wakes up. She really was looking forward to climb a mountain,” I felt bad for Elizabeth. Then I said, “Anyways, we need to get to that mountain. So c’mon. Let’s go.” So we were on our way pushing Elizabeth along, when we heard a, “Mrooooooh” “What the heck!?” Nick questioned. “Shh! Let’s be quiet and maybe we’ll hear it again!” I snapped at Nick. I tried not to snap, but this time I couldn’t help it. “MAAHHOOO!” The voice said again. The wheelbarrow was tipping over. Then I saw Elizabeth stand up! SHE WAS ALIVE!!! I told Nick to hold the wheelbarrow. Then I walked to Elizabeth and said, “Say something Lizzy!” She said, “Why does my head hurt so badly?” I replied back, “We’ll tell you later. But for now, we need to get to that cave!” Then Nick said, “Well that’s a relief!” Chapter 7: Almost Climbing Time “Should we keep the wheelbarrow?” I heard Nicholas say. I replied, “Yeah, I think we should. Maybe if we held the stone for too long, it wound grant our wish right then and there.” “That could happen,” said Nick. “But the wheelbarrow is too heavy for me to push right now. It’s killing my arms! And how are we going to get it up onto the mountain?” Then Elizabeth said, “I’ll push it for you!” “Ok, Elizabeth. You can push the wheel barrow while we figure out what to do.” I said to her. Then I turned to Nicholas. “Nick, I have no clue how we’re going to get it up there. Uhh, we’ll just carry it up the mountain?” “We could do that,” Nick responded. “But it would be too hard. Wait a sec, how big is the stone?” He looked at his map. It did show how big the stone was. Then he said, “The Stone of Power was five inches by 4 and half inches long. Maybe we could just throw it down and have the wheelbarrow catch it!” “Um, Nick? What if it breaks? Then the stone would have no power at all! Wait, wait, wait! I figured it out! When we were at the house, I grabbed some gloves! I thought we would need them, I don’t know why. But, we could put those on and it wouldn’t be actually touching us! Then we could come down the mountain with the stone safely!” I felt like a genius after saying that. “I think that’s the best idea you’ve ever had, Lindsey!” He replied. Then Nick got out his map from his back pocket again, and came over to show it to me. He pointed to the cave. It looked like it was about 1,000 feet off of the ground. Dang, I thought to myself. That’s one small mountain. More like a hill! Then he went over to Elizabeth. He grabbed her backpack. “NO TOUCHING MY STUFF!” Elizabeth said angrily while slapping Nick’s hand. “OWW!!!” he screamed like a little girl. I went over to Nick. His hand was pure red. “Elizabeth!!! Don’t do that!” I yelled at her. She ignored me for the second time that day. Nick asked if he could open Elizabeth’s backpack. He said he was just going to take the stuff he put inside it. “Sure, only if you don’t take my salad!” She replied. “I’m not going to take your salad Elizabeth.” He said, rolling his eyes. “And why the HECK did you bring a salad!?” Nicholas opened her backpack and grabbed the grappling hooks and rope. We were still walking toward the mountain at that time, so we were nearly at it. We stopped and stared at the massive mountain which stood before us.

i am IN!! my spot is reserved 4 my story. i need to type it first

Though no theme? It's just a free writing thing? and I'll probably pm you it and post it here.

ok here:

I was waiting for my Best Friend to pick me up so we could go to the cafe but he was 20 minutes late. i wondered if he got into a crash or because its rush hour and snowing. i didnt understand even if those 2 thoughts were correct. he said hes be 20 mins early, not late! i decided to call him. "hey, were are you?" i asked kind of harsh. i didnt mean it to sound like tht its just how it came out. "I'm infront of your neighbor hood but theres a cop car and an ambulance in front of the road. I'm gonna go down and pull over, could u come out?" he asked like he just woke up from a 12 hour nap." Oh yea sure!" i said more cheerful. i grabbed my white puffy vest and my black beany. my mom tossed my my silver scarf and winked. She knew i liked him. i opend the door and ran out getting the snow all over my sunglasses. when i got in the car he knew somthing was wrong. Or different, i should say.

Here is my entry. It's an ongoing story that I was writing. I've been posting this in another thread, is that okay? It's not finished, but I think the chapter it ends with isn't too abrupt. I added a slight Christmas theme. My main problem as a writer is coming up with a story that reads in a beautiful way. But I like coming up with the ideas, they just come out sounding wrong. Any criticism would be extremely helpful!

Spoiler:

Chapter One First there came the pitch darkness, the cold, and the silence. The minutes between the bombs seemed like hours to the small family sitting huddled on the floor of the cellar. A man and a woman sat close together, speaking in hushed voices to the boy sitting across from them, by himself. Every so often he would shout in anger, his voice reverberating against the walls and the people, made brittle by the silence. In a split second the flashes would begin, and the noises of death and destruction would fill the almost tangible black fog of the early hours of the morning. A small shaft of amber moonlight was gliding into the corner of the room, where a little girl crouched over her work, a broken charcoal pencil in her hand. On the dusty paper she shielded with her body was a drawing of a crow, done with painstaking realism far beyond the ordinary skills of her age. She smiled occasionally as she drew, as if she was afraid of nothing as long as her drawing was safe. She could feel the strong black wings brushing the floor as they grew from her shoulderblades. Although they were invisible, she was sure they would protect her, and Mum, Dad, and James would be safe too. Suddenly, there was a blinding light; the bomb had fallen far too close. The window burst open from the force, surrendering those it had protected to it's remains and and the power of fire. A shard fell across the room with almost intelligent accuracy, like it was thrown by someone riding the heart of the bomb. "Why didn't my wings protect me?" She blamed the the shredded black curtains that had belonged to the window, which lay like a cloak over her wings. She did not cry when she saw the long red snake painted across her arm, although the flashes illuminated her white face, too old and betrayed-looking to belong to an eight year old child. James whipped around and spoke to her with infuriated concern. "Hazel, you don't have wings! I know you're scared but stop making things up! And get away from the window...Mum, look at her arm!" "Hazel! Come here right now! Peter, see if you can find the antiseptic!" Hazel submitted to being held by her mother, no longer afraid of seeming weak. Where were her wings, and why had they done this to her? She watched her father walk off into the darkness and spiraling dust. Her mother turned to James, noticing his distraction from his argument. "James...now do you see why we don't want you to leave? The way you felt about your sister trying to be strong and getting hurt from it, that's how we feel about your wish to become a soldier. I know you feel strongly about this, and I can't even put in words how proud I am of you for that. But I can't see you get hurt, I just can't." "Mum, I'm not a child...oh...whatever you say. You won't listen. I'll stay safe, but I'll hate you for it." "James..." There was silence. Hazel tried to imagine that the sounds of the fighter planes overhead were a flock of birds, with thousands of wings beating against each-other. Wings...she didn't trust wings anymore. James' eyes were granite stones, staring blindly at the burning sky. Hazel's father returned, bearing a container of antiseptic. Her mother took it and applied some carefully to the wound. "Hazel, you're going to be alright, Everything is going to be alright." The searing pain on her arm was far worse than when the shard hit her. Perhaps her wings had protected her. Did they abandon her because she had stopped believing in them? These were her thoughts as she slipped out of consciousness... Chapter Two Small coloured spots danced in front of Hazel's eys, slowly spiraling away, letting some of the real world seep through. Her whole body felt strange; it was weak, and cold. Her arm was bandaged tightly. But her wings were completely gone. “Hazel...Hazel, are you awake?” She could her her mother's voice, distant, but slowly getting more clear. She tried to answer, but it came out of her mouth as an indistinct mumble. “Hazel, can you sit up?” Her mother helped Hazel sit up against the pillow. “Try to eat something.” Her voice was tight, and heavily controlled. She then left the room, walking quickly and stiffly. James got up from his chair near the corner and walked over to the bed. “I should probably tell you why Mum's being like this. She's upset because we're leaving tomorrow. The government has ordered that all children under eighteen must be sent by train to the countryside.” Hazel knew that her brother was trying to tell her something important, but the words blurred together, twisted, and bounced in her mind. She tried to clear her throat to speak, but she still had to repeat herself many times before James understood. “Mum is leaving to the government?” “No. We have to go away tomorrow because of the bombing. Now eat your muffin like Mum told you to.” Hazel noticed that James looked just as strange as her mother. He looked like he was keeping his thoughts bound up in iron so she would not see them. She decided to pretend to not have noticed it, to make him feel better. James would not leave the room until he had watched her pick at the muffin for several minutes, and finally eat slowly, in small pieces. Unbeknownst to him, Hazel had kept hidden in her hand three pieces of the muffin. As soon as she was certain that he had gone somewhere else, she lept out of the bed and ran out into the corridor. The house was old and rather large, but there was not much furniture. The hallway was dusty, and extensive, with the occasional door along it. She opened the third door on the left side and came to another, short hallway, which led to the front porch. She walked out onto the porch and leaned over the railing as far as she could without falling, staring down at the streets below. They looked like that after every bombing, covered in rubble and charred patches, with only a few people upon them, some staring coldly ahead of them, others in tears. She held out her hand as far as it would reach, making sure the muffin crumbs were visible to the blackened trees across the street. She called out the names: “Persephone, Ariadne, Elysia!” The names came from the stories that James used to tell her, that he told her were for school, but that she knew he secretly enjoyed. At first there was silence and stillness, with only the wind's aria to break it. But after a few minutes, three black shadows bagan to emerge from the charred leaves of the trees. They formed a triangle, flying together towards Hazel. Their scaly black feet securely clutched the railing, and they began to peck the crumbs from Hazel's hand. When they finished, they stared up at her expectantly, their endlessly deep black eyes examining the depths of her own green ones. She took a her charcoal pencil and sketchbook out of her pocket, and began to draw them. Every day, her sketches became more and more like the crow friends they represented. While she drew, the birds held still in their poses, used to this ritual. When she finished, they gently nibbled the edge of the paper to show their approval, and spread their wings to make the journey back to the oak tree they used as a home. Hazel tried every day to lock that moment in her mind, with the flying wings she wished to own. But it slipped out of memory each time, as quick as a dream will in the morning.As she watched them fly, she noticed with joy that Persephone's limp was gone; she was flying smoothly and without pain. The exhaustion from running and staying up all of the previous night began to catch up with Hazel. She sank down onto the floor of the porch, and the memories came floating in and out of her head as she fell asleep. She had first found Persephone a few months ago, during the morning after another bombing. The crow had been trapped by her right leg under a large pile of rubble from the fallen building that had destroyed her nest. She had been close to death of fear, pain, and exhaustion when Hazel had found her and brought her home. She had kept her hidden and warm in one of James' old hats, and fed her scraps from meals. Once she became strong enough to take of herself on her own. Hazel released her. But Persephone always came back, bringing her sisters with her, who eventually came to love the strange little human girl just as much. As she slept, she felt tiny black pinfeathers sprouting once again from her shoulderblades. She turned over and smiled in her sleep, the journey of tomorrow forgotten. Chapter Three When she awoke, there was an tingling, pricking sensation all over her body. She was numb, and could barely breathe. She sat bolt upright, gasping for breath. Surrounding her was a vast white landscape that climbed over the walls of the porch and over the trees beyond. She had fallen asleep under a blanket of snow. She got up, cascades of snow falling from the folds of her clothes. She ran inside, and shut the door tightly to keep more snow from coming in then there already was. She slowly made her way up the hallway to her room. But just as she turned the corner, a swift hand firmly grasped her shoulder, and twisted her around to face it's owner. It was her father. "Hazel. Where have you been?" "I...fell asleep Dad." "Not in your bed, it seems, Well, that doesn't matter. What matters is that you're soaking wet, and we've got to get you and your brother packed and to the train station by noon." Hazel's mother came running up the stairs, her hair in a messy bun that made the outside of her head match the inside perfectly. "Hazel! Quick, here's a blanket. I'll get you dressed. Oh, and I packed her bags last night, dear, so that should be alright." James, quietly sitting in a corner again, muttered: " Awfully hurried for Christmas day, this is." "That's right James, I completely forgot! Your father and I...we do have something for you two." Hazel smiled slightly, and walked down the stairs happily, her hand clasped tighty in her mothers. James smiled also, but his was bitter and jaded. "Enjoy life now, while you can, Hazel. It's not ruined for you yet." "Don't say such things to her James! Please come down for but a few minutes, and give us a chance." The living room was decorated with small holly branches and bits of ivy, which warmed the bare, cold furniture where they were placed. But a few of them had black marks across them, bitter reminders of why they could not have a Christams tree that year. Hazel sat down upon the threadbare sofa, and closed her eyes. James felt a pang as he watched her, the picture of trust in the goodness of the world, and vulnerability. She had always been a wise child, very intelligent for her age, and she had a deep connection with living things, like her family and the crows she loved so much. But James hated that she left her heart so defenseless. Hazel was happy to have the feeling of Christmas drive away her fears again. Why won't James realize what it could do for him? He wants to protect people as a soldier, but why can't he do it here? Her mother enterd the room, two small cardboard packages held in her hands. The first she presented to Hazel, who carefully slid the twine off the box and pulled it open so as not to break it. Inside was a book, with an illustration of a knight bearing a chalice on it's cover. Above was gilded lettering that read: "The Quest For the Holy Grail". Her parents laughed at her enthralled reaction. Her father said: "That was my favorite at your age. We thought it might keep you amused on the train. It's a beautiful story." They then walked over to where James sat, and offered him the second package. James opened it slowly, and took out a watch that shone metallicly in his hand. "It's traditional to give a watch to someone who is near grown-up. James...your father and talked last night. We decided...that perhaps we could allow you to join the army...after your next birthday, when you are sixteen. It is the legal age after all." "I'll accept that, I suppose." His tone was flat, and unemotional. After putting on the watch to please them, he strode across the room and disappeared up the stairs. Hazel ran after him. She found him on the porch, watching the auburn streaks flow across the grey, cloudless, sky. "James? Are you alright?" "Yes. I'm fine Hazel. I was thinking..." He turned around to face her, smiling pensively. "You remind me somewhat of one of the characters in that book". He pointed to the book she was holding close to her heart. "I can't remember who it is though...I hear Mum calling us. We'd better go, or she'll blow up. The stress of us leaving is really getting to her now." James got up and went inside. Hazel walked to the railing and leaned over holding out her book so that her friends could see. "Merry Christmas! I'll be leaving for along time, but you will remember me right?" She could her her friends calling out to her, their voices carried by the snow-coated breeze. Smiling at the comforting knowledge, she skipped down the stairs. A blur of getting dressed, having many bags stuffed into her hands, her mother's panicked voice filled the next few hours. Finally, the family arrived at Platform 7. They stood close together to avoid being pulled apart by the massive waves of human beings. Hazel gelt her bag to make sure her book was still there. James was looking surly again. Her parents had tears in their eyes, because they knew that it would be a long time before they glimpsed their children again. The midday sun spread over the snow which melted slightly into the dry, cracked, ground. Tendrils of steam from the train filled the station, and the bleak call of the horn rung in Hazel's ears. The pure, natural snow, made empty and restored the dying land, injured many times by the war. Hazel liked to imagine the renewal of christmastime that had helped her so much was healing the land's wounds and fears as well. The train came round the trees towards the platform; it's size surprised Hazel. She hadn't seen one before. The vast machine opened it's many doors, and hundreds of children began to enter. Her mother held her and James tight to herself for a long time when it stopped, but then pushed them onto the steps, and ran. "Hazel still has a piece of holly in her hair.". Hazel's father spoke quietly. He then took one last wistful look at the rapidly receding train, and then followed her mother.

Sure I'll join
I'm very proud of this story (even if it isn't the best writing xP) because I created Seth

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Turmoil Within I was the perfect child, got great grades, never got into trouble. The teachers adored me, but then things changed. I felt isolated, my marks dropped losing my top academic position and everything crumbled from there. Tap… Tap…. Tap… I drum my fingers across the desk repeatedly waiting for class to end. I look up for the first time in what felt like a while to look at the clock but barely five minutes of class has passed. I hate this. I know when I have nothing to keep myself busy with my thoughts will wander and when it does its trouble not just for me but for the others in close distance to me. I put my head back down just barely listening to the teacher go on and on about some novel. “Great Gatsby represents an American dream in…..” teacher says but I zone out before she finishes. My mind starts wandering, I guess today is one of those days were I can’t block it out and it sends me to my haunting past. I try to stop the flash backs by thinking of cheerful days but lately I’m anything but happy. “Seth” Abbey starts talking, ruffling my black hair, “I got to leave for a bit, but I’ll be back. Remember I’m always here for you.” Her eyes suddenly change to familiar brown ones and mother asks “Seth what’s wrong, why are your marks suddenly dropping?” My memory switches. “Son, you’re disappointing your mother and me! Stop this nonsense and pick up your pace.” I finally escape my trance but my anger is boiling, I feel tears trying to escape my eyes. It’s not my fault, everything changed Abbey decided to leave and I feel so lonely without her, Mom and Dad your expectations of me are too much! I just wanted to let them know, just shout everything out. Suddenly, my mind flashes to the horrible, disgusting day when Matthew won student of year beating me at my top academic position. I still remember the dreadful emotions and dancing butterflies in my stomach. All the claps, cheers and laughter sickened me, I had to escape. I knew that everything was going to change for the worse; my parents were going to be very disappointed. Not only that but Abbey was gone, so there was no one to vent my feelings out to, to tell me it will be alright. I was all alone, yet I kept hearing noises my trance was slipping bringing me back. I wanted them to shut up since all the laughter haunts me and brings me back to that wretched day. I try to calm down because I realize I’m still in class but it’s too late, each emotion pounds me over and over again like a raw fish getting stuffed with spices and suddenly I’m screaming “Shut the hell up!” My brown eyes are completely livid. The students jump a little, afraid, but then everyone starts laughing, and it drives me insane. The teacher can tell I’m going to lose it, since it isn’t the first time this has happened. The teacher desperately tries to calm the class but she is out of luck. I start banging on my desk, kicking it, throwing everything to the ground. No matter how hard I hit, the memories won’t go away. I drop to the ground, clutching my head screaming “Go away, Go away!” Why won’t it leave? I tried everything this year just to forget, to run away from my perfect past. I turned into the worst student, ignored my parents, and avoided anyone and everyone because I just didn’t care anymore. I finally start sobbing, the teacher just sends me to the office with a small wave of her hand. I head there and I see familiar blue hair. The hair swishes around to reveal a familiar rounded face and light blue eyes covered in huge black framed glasses. I run up to the familiar figure. “Hush, hush I’m back Seth, we will work it out together” Abbey whispers, patting my head. My sobs change to low hiccups at her familiar touch. I feel comforted and a sense of warmth over my heart. I realize now, this was the beginning of the change in me. All thanks to Abbey. It was because of her love, her support, and her friendship that I am who I am today.

(btw if you have any comments or critiques on improvements or changes ive love to hear them because I've just recently started writing stories for fun : ) )

since it's 'writing'
i decided to do some type of... free verse poem.
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To gaze at the crippled shards of Love; Fail to put her back together, Which leaves: a fatal scar. Your soul, which sympathy lingers, Taken aback from your sudden approach To tend and care for you are broken. Feel, water. Is that water? What is that? Who am I? What is lost? Mental pain. Far more effective than Physical pain. Salt... water? An unknown taste, What is it? "A tear" which is whispered, "Sadness" which was caused, Like a rose. A rose, which pricks your finger, Beautiful, beautiful Rose, left with a scar. Rose, she is different. That scar slowly fades. But Pain is different. Very different. Why is this different? I feel, or to feel, unbearable isolation. I don't understand. Pain, which never seems to leave. He doesn't want to leave. He wants to stay. Stay for all eternity. This is not love. Is this heartbreak? This, the cause of amnesia? I don't understand. Once more, I DO NOT UNDERSTAND. What is this feeling? To leave our abyss of thoughts untouched. I am lost. My train of thought... Crashing. Goodbye. (Is that really what I should be saying?)

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uh idk i just made it up right now.

I'm joining as well! C:

WARNING: A little sad in the middle :c

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"Right." I said angrily, "So you can't come for my birthday because you want to go with...her." "I'm sorry, Caroline!" Leah sounded close to tears. "I promise, I'll meet you tomorrow and explain!" "Forget it." I walked out the school gates, my eyes cold and daring. Leah was my best friend and yet, she seemed to want to be with Natalie all the time. We're bestos, remember? We'll stick to each other, right till the end! Sure. Leah seemed to be everywhere except with me. I was so focused on Leah, that I ran right into Natalie around the corner. She smiled at me and her frog-eyes bulged out. "Where's your best friend, Caroline? When is she coming for your birthday?" Her gang of cronies laughed. Smitten, I resisted the urge to lash out at them and quickly walked past, with Natalie and her friends taunting me. I decided to take the shortcut through the forest. The sight of the tall, lush trees, the bright flowers and the glittering pool always helped calm me down. I slowed down when I reached the tiny, naturally made alcove where Leah and I always hung out. I sat down and was lulled into the tune the crickets made. Tired out, I fell into a deep sleep. When I opened my eyes, I was staring at the ghost of Leah. "Leah!" I yelled and got to my feet. "What happened to you?" She smiled sadly and spoke in a whisper, "I'm so sorry, Caroline. I wasn't a true friend and...I just couldn't live with myself, torn between you and Natalie! I...I know you will never forgive me." I stared at her in shock. Had Leah really killed herself? "Leah...what do you mean? Is this all real?" She looked at me for somewhat a long time and then said softly, "This will be real if you don't do the right thing, Caroline. It's my fault but I did it because I didn't think you'd want to be my friend anymore." "This will be real?" She then gave me a locket which when open, contained a picture of me and her. She smiled and said, "Go now and make me proud. Remember what you felt when you first saw me and ho much Leah means to you. Run along and enjoy your party now!" Leah touched me on the forehead and I immediately fell back, my eyes closing. I awoke with a start. Then I laughed happily and said aloud, "That was just a dream! Leah didn't really die, she's still okay!" But then, I felt something cold and heavy on my neck. Confused, I put my hand on top of it and discovered....a locket. I opened it and discovered the same, a picture of me and Leah. "Was it really a dream, then?" I asked myself, fingering the locket. Then suddenly remembering Leah, I looked at my watch and saw that it was already 5 in the evening. I ran deeper into the forest, and finally out onto the lane that led to Leah's house. She opened the door and squealed, 'Caroline, I'm so sorry!" I found tears pricking my eyes. 'It's all right, Leah!" Suddenly, Natalie poked her pig-like face through the door way. 'So Little Miss Princess is here. How was your party?" Leah growled at Natalie who was taken aback. Leah had always been rather scared of her. 'Get lost, Natalie. You're no longer my friend." While Natalie's mouth fell open, Leah slid her hand into mine and grinned at me. "I think I'm ready for the party! Happy 13th birthday, Caroline!" I laughed and together, we skipped down the street to my house for the party. I saw the ghost of Leah sitting on a branch of a tree. She winked at me and I waved back, smiling. With my vague dream, se had taught me the meaning of friendship. And I guess I had learnt it too.

Awesome! Me as well!
It's a short story. Very short. Sorta a creepypasta, because it gets scary at the end.

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It was a chilly night. Alisa pulled down her extra-long shirt to keep herself warm. She put on three jackets and five pairs of socks. And woollen pants. "Brr...it's cold!" she murmured, walking to her best friend Selisis' house. TING-TONG! The door opened, and out came Selisis Brown, dressed in a heavy sweater and dress. Selisis had long gold hair, which was very wavy indeed. And darrrk green eyes. She had a warm smile that could greet anyone. "Hi Sel!" said Alisa. "Oh hi, Ali! Come on in! You must be freezing!" replied Selisis. Alisa walked inside, glad to get rid of the cold. "Gosh...sure is toasty in here!" she said. "That's because mom turned up the thermostat." As soon as you entered Selisis' house, a big, "Hiii!" would greet you and in front of you would be an enormous feast. Her house is filled with all sorts of furni. "Oh HELLO, Alisa! Come and join our dinner!" chimed in Ms.Brown. "Thank you, Miss.Brown! But...I just have to tell Selisis something first. In private." Alisa dragged Selisis into the hall and locked them in. "Okay, Selisis. I want you to get RID of that dog in your house." "Chestnuts? But he just came!" said Selisis, shocked. "I know you just found him on the road, but you can't keep him! I know he's vaccinated but...but he's evil. He's a ghost...a monster..." she said in a hoarse whisper. "Ha! My thirteen-year-old friend Alisa McDrew afraid of a dog and believes in ghosts?" snorted Selisis. "I'm serious, Sel! You have to throw him out! He'll haunt you!" She looked around. Then turned to Selisis and said, "He's watching us! I'm getting out! GET RID OF HIM!" And she opened the door and fled. What a strange girl...Selisis thought. The next day Ali didn't come to school. Selisis knew why. The dog. She rushed to her house after school. And there it was.. The place was abandoned. Cobwebs hung everywhere. Ali's parents had moved out... ...but not Ali. She was on the floor. Like she was paralyzed. "ALI!" Selisis screamed. She shook her. Alisa got up with a start. "GET RID OF THAT DOG! HE'S IN THIS HOUSE! HAUNTING THIS PLACE! HE'S RUINED MY PARENTS! AND ME! DON'T TOUCH ANYTHING OR COME IN HERE AT NIGHT!" she screamed. And disappeared. That night, Selisis didn't follow Ali's words. She crept in that house. Now it looked really spooky. It shook up even Misses-Brave-Selisis, as Alisa called her. She went into the living room. A comfy couch was there. Selisis resisted sitting in it, as Alisa said, 'don't touch anything'. A cool breeze blew through her, and the dog appeared. He gave a friendly bark. "Oh hello, Chessy! How are you?" she said, smiling. Her fear rushed off, and she bent down to pet him. "Why are you here at this time of the night?" she asked. The dog suddenly growled. Hair rised on its back and it stood up on hind legs...and grew bigger...bigger...bigger...until it touched the roof. "AAAAAAAAAAAH!" Selisis let out a terrified scream. But she couldn't move...she fainted. Selisis woke up to a sunny morning. It was all a dream! She threw Chestnuts out the house. "SHOO! GET LOST, GHOST! SHOO!" And it ran off. She checked Ali's house. Still there. And then she decided to always sticl to Ali- and never own a roadside dog again. THE END.