We're colours of the rainbow
Mmm
Shining brightly now
Aah
Don't care about nothing
Nobody else says
No
I look at my body
And say
I'm ready for everything

Cos we're colours of the rainbow
Don't matter your size
Or skin tone
We're colours of the rainbow
Difference makes you beautiful
Your body's yours only
And you choose who you share it with
Cos we're colours of the rainbow
And we'll always be beautiful
Mmm
Beautiful
Beautiful

Dance
Be your beauty
Be your best
Uh
Dance
Love who you love
Show them people
That you're always perfect
And you're forever worth this
You're better
Than any hater

Cos we're colours of the rainbow
Don't matter your size
Or skin tone
We're colours of the rainbow
Difference makes you beautiful
Your body's yours only
And you choose who you share it with
Cos we're colours of the rainbow
And we'll always be beautiful
Mmm
Beautiful
Beautiful

Mmm
Ha
Freeze
Just stop ...

Loving
Great
Beautiful
Terrific
Quirky
Intelligent
Amazing

Are y'all Team Cap or Team Iron Man?

Everyone notices when you throw the toy truck... no one notices when you don't.

****To the tune of Ed Sheeran's Perfect****

I found song, for me
Sheeran, just dive right in
Sing the melody
Well I found a tune beautiful and sweet
I never knew you were the music waiting for me
I was just 14 when we fell in love
Not knowing what it was
I won't turn the radio off this time
Sheeran, just sing it slow, these words are all I know
And in your tune you're holding me

Baby, I'm dancing the dark
With the radio in my arms
Barefoot on the grass
Listening to this awesome song
When you hit that perfect note, I whispered underneath my breath
No one heard it, Sheeran, you sound perfect tonight

Well I found a guitar, stronger than any one I know
It plays music, I hope that someday, I'll buy own
This guitar is my friends, that I'm allowed to play on weekends
I broke it once, I swear it was on...

I will be making a piece of other people's pieces. If you have a piece or two that you are really proud of, comment down below and I will put them in my piece and reccomend them to other writers.

"Trust my rage." - Loki

"Nobody would know. Nobody. Yeah, The last I saw him, Ultron was sitting on him. Yeah, he’ll be missed, quick little bastard. I miss him already." - Hawkeye

"Ooo, it burns to have you come so close." - Loki

"Use your words, buddy." - Tony Stark

"Language." - Captain America

"This is so unlike you, brother. So clandestine. Are you sure you wouldn't rather just punch your way out?" - Loki

"You know, I think we were having a moment." - Tony Stark "I think I was having 12% of a moment." - Pepper Potts

"I understood that reference." Steve Rodgers

"Jarvis, have you ever heard the tale of Jonah?" - Iron Man "I wouldn't consider him a role model, sir." - Jarvis
 

Dear Future,
What are you like? Do you even exist? Has the world burned yet? Have we destroyed everything? Am I writing to nothing? Am I writing to a future of burning gasses and molten lava? Am I writing to darkness and a world of hate? Am I writing to a world at all? Have aliens been discovered? Have they destroyed anything? Where is science? Where is religion? What has changed?
Kaitlyn

I am an empath.
I feel things as though they were happening to me.
Everything causes me pain.
It hurts me deeply.
It makes me want to collapse on the ground.
It is the curse of being a writer.
But the empathy is what makes me good at it.

 

1. SillyWilly (my dad)

2. Lil K (Hadley <3)

3. Tweety-bird (my dad)

4. Kit-Kat (the boy who has a crush on me)

5. Kitty (the boy who has a crush on me)

6. Kay Kay (the boy who has a crush on me)

7. Katy (my choir director)

8. Kate (basically everyone lol)

9. The Snowflake Queen (KidThrills953)

.... I think that's about it.....

Because of their personality:

1. Blake Shelton
2. Taylor Swift
3. Chris Brown
4. Meghan Trainor
5. Miley Cyrus

Because of their music:

1. Lil Pump
2. Selena Gomez
3. Nicki Minaj
4. Drake
5. Jason Derulo

 

Dear journal,
    Oh my God! Me and Scarlett actually kissed last night! I don't know... I was walking outside, watching the stars and she was taking a walk down the road. I hadn't actually expected her, no matter what you might think. She looked beautiful - all fresh and happy. She's totally a night person. Anyway... we talked a little bit and we just kissed....
    We both know that the other is lesbian - well I'm lesbian, she's bisexual. I don't know what came over me but I told her that I love her. We've never really had any romantic interaction but we're super close. It's so much fun to know that I have someone who I can count on to be my romantic partner. Not that I would die without her or anything like that it's just... she's my best friend.
    My gosh, I can't remember how long we stood there kissing. It was probably like ten seconds...

1. SillyWilly (my dad)

2. Tweety-bird (my dad)

3. Kit-Kat (the boy who has a crush on me)

4. Kitty (the boy who has a crush on me)

5. Kay Kay (the boy who has a crush on me)

6. Katy (my choir director)

7. Kate (basically everyone lol)

8. The Snowflake Queen (KidThrills953)

.... I think that's about it.....

ARS7
RedWriter
Mystery Girl
mac:
Kate Livewire
Glytch Montoya
Fidgetsally
Ibistrian
agustdv
Fee
KayDee
Katie Griffith
sal
Ruthina Boyal
Kristīne Ārente
AmeliaRose
Ava Safai
Jake0000006002
Dragodeus
kelly
LondonCats
The Inspiration
Vanilla
Aaliyah
Nafo23
Kylen Bleach
NoorieNoor
JCWriter
#Simone/Madame
Grover_the_forest
TwentyOneTimelords
CCReed
ALangford
Riley Noel
lostmemories
Dreamer5003
Writer?
nm_braxton
Ken2220
Shelby Fluhr
Lana Potocki
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Natashia Grace
Gemma B.
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Alexis Vandusen
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Julia M.
RainAndSonder
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AddyG
Autumn Finch
Dragon In the Blue
Dammi Bamgbowu
WhiltiernaWolfLord
The Rebellious One!
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MayaElizabeth
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Dani A. Remlap
Lil Liz Bean
Unknown Boy
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MimiWrites14
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Jae.D.
Andromeda
DarkLonelyNights
Clare B
Rachel A.
Paperbird
ToastWriter
*~. Audrey .~*
Aussie23
Lea
Kahasai
rosiejonz@gmail.com
Abigail27
Sarorah
KidThrills953
Jasonthewriter
creative.writer
eloquence
Nicholi
Izzyk11
citywalkers
Patrick Boey
Carina
Bo Bednar
Lee Fudge
Crimson Locks
D.I.
head's in the clouds
This...

1. SillyWilly (my dad)

2. Tweety-bird (my dad)

3. Kit-Kat (the boy who has a crush on me)

4. Kitty (the boy who has a crush on me)

5. Kay Kay (the boy who has a crush on me)

6. Katy (my choir director)

7. Kate (basically everyone lol)

.... I think that's about it.....

IN MY PIECE TITLES PEOPLE TITLES, I DID SOMETHING LIKE THIS SO I'M DOING IT AGAIN! COMMENT IN THE COMMENT SECTION AND GIVE ME A TITLE. I WILL DO WHAT I CAN WITH IT AND I WILL BE SURE TO MENTION YOU IN THE TITLE. (E.G. Lethal Minds (Crimson Locks)) HAVE FUN WITH THIS AND BE CREATIVE!

The best way to deal with them: Don't scream at them -- laugh in their face.

So I said that I would write a review for each of my followers and if I haven't got to you yet, I'm sorry. I started out with 150 followers and I'm almost up to 200 now. I'm still working on reviewing for everyone but if it takes a while - just hang in there. I love you all!

I would really appreciate (as would Bella) if you would check out her piece Never Too Late To Let Go (Continued). It is so beautiful. Keep up the amazing writing, Bellbell! We are blessed to have you :D

As our eyes meet, I realize one thing with all of my heart. The whole world could collapse around us and we wouldn't even notice.

Is it too hard for us to grasp the fact
That Mother Nature has it in her hands
We try so hard to say we rule
But Mother Nature thinks us fools
Whilst we build dams
She just laughs
She breaks them down
If she has the chance
Why can we not understand
That Mother Nature made woman and man
We should be on our knees
Praying that Mother Nature doesn't
Set her wrath free
If she wanted to,
We'd be dead
But since she hasn't
Don't let it get to your head
Mother Nature
Cannot
Be
Tamed
 

The sky was never the limit - you can go further than that.

The sky was never the limit since there is no such thing.

Writers Block feels like being stuck in quicksand. The harder you try to get out - the deeper you sink.

So, I'm thinking of writing some kind of short story thing. I've never done anything that isn't a guy/girl relationship but I was wondering what you would all think of a girl/girl thing. I'd love your opinions!

1. Loki
​I mean, this one is kind of obvious. Everyone loves him. Okay, not everyone. But everyone who wants to be anything in life... haha I'm just kidding. You don't HAVE to love him. But basically, everybody loves him. He is so misunderstood by everyone he meets except Frigga. He is lonely, sad, and a troublemaker. His very nature almost makes it impossible not to mess up quite a bit. But it's not like Thor doesn't mess up.... Otherwise, he is funny and extremely good looking. I mean, seriously. Have you seen this guy? http://thats-normal.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/09/loki-the-avengers.jpg
2. Iron Man/Tony Stark
If I'm being honest, this guy is like the biggest jerk in the world. Okay, I'm sure he's not but he thinks pretty highly of himself. However, underneath all of his Playboy appearance thing going on, he really has a heart of gold. And you know, he's brilliant. Brilliant guys are awesome. He's super funny and just super chill kind...

    I remembered the day as though it were yesterday. I remember Alex jeering at me. "You're just a girl. You're like most girls I've met. Unintelligent, weak - "
    "Shut up," I mumbled. He was telling me the insecurities I'd been struggling with my whole life. I knew deep inside that he was a jerk. He was just winding me up. He was a normal boy. But that didn't stop it from hurting.
    "I bet that everyone hates you, don't they? Maybe if you had some love in your heart it would be different. Maybe if you were a good person...."
    A sob escaped from my lips and I bowed my head. I didn't know what to do. Was I really a bad person? Was I really unloved? Did everyone feel unloved by me? "But then again, you're just a girl."

    I shook my head. This had been forgiven. Everything. But there was something...

The story that I was writing - We Let the Past Define Us... well I've been slacking. I'm going to republish and edit some so I hope to get it moving again. Love you all!

    I hugged my mom, Lily, goodbye, hopped out of the car, and walked up the concrete steps to the church. It was a cool clear night. The sky was a sharp black. The stars shone, little lights to brighten the fear that came with the dark. They twinkled at me, winking as if sharing a special secret that I would soon discover. I kept my eyes intently upon them. I had always been fascinated with the stars and almost everyone that I'd ever met knew that of me. They were my hope and love. I wished to see them closer someday. It was my sole intent to become an astronaut.
    I opened the door and nearly tripped over my very own feet. I was a slightly clumsy girl of fifteen. I swept my long black hair out of the way. Smiling at nothing at particular, I climbed another flight of stairs. I immediately noticed Alex. My smile faded and...

1. Loki
2. Iron Man/Tony Stark
​3. The Grandmaster
​4. Bruce Banner/Hulk
​5. Valkyrie/Scrapper 142
6. Pepper Potts
​7. Black Widow/Natasha Romanoff 
​8. Darcy
​9. Heimdall
​10. Steve Rodgers/Captain America

My love is unconditional
I don't care what the haters say
​I will love you forever
​No matter what you do or say

​We fell
​Down the deepest pit
We flew
​Into the hardest wall
​We know
Who the other actually is
We love
​How much we really know
We cherish
Who we truly love
We smile
Light shines on us above

And even though
​We have fought before
Even though
We have hit the floor
Even though
​We sometimes don't get along
​
​My love is unconditional
I don't care what the haters say
​I will love you forever
​No matter what you do or say
Cos we are forever
And we will never end
​We come back together
​Even when our paths bend
​And I
​Will never go
Because
My love is unconditional

We burn
Together in the world
We fly
​Through the endless clouds
We soar
​And when the times get tough
We know
​That love is...

I was wondering if y'all could tell me about yourself. Do not give away any information like where you live, your real name, or anything like that. A description would be cool, though. Only if you feel comfortable telling me what you look like and how you'd like to appear in my story. Thank you!

Winter in Minnesota
It can get deathly cold
Winter in Minnesota
​It can be strong and bold

Winter in Minnesota
​Is a thing we all understand
​Winter in Minnesota
​Winter and cold go hand in hand

​Winter in Minnesota
​It's harsh and it's cruel
Winter in Minnesota
​You're expected to live it through
​
Winter in Minnesota
​It's a thing we all know
Winter in Minnesota
​If you don't like it - you can go

​Winter in Minnesota
​There's no hiding from it
​Winter in Minnesota
​From every hole to every summit
​
​Winter in Minnesota
​It's not just expected
​Winter in Minnesota
​You'd better bet it's a given
​
 

There is a silver light
That shines through the black night
It leads the night critters,
A beautiful sight
 
This light it leads me home
When to long I roam
My mother meets me at the door
The light shines upon her comb
 
This light, it comforts me
The glow it makes I see
I know not why
 But it makes me feel safe
 
This silver light,
It shines through the night
Can you guess what it may be?
‘Tis the moon’s own might

    “Eat your food. There are kids starving in Africa.” “Don’t rinse that yet. There’s still some sauce in there.” “Don’t just throw that jar away. There’s enough peanut butter in there to make two more sandwiches.” My parents used to drive me crazy with their ‘no food waste’ mantra. Dad wouldn’t let me leave the dinner table if I didn’t finish my broccoli and I couldn’t make spaghetti sauce without Mom hovering over me, ensuring that I didn’t waste a single drop of it.
At the time I didn’t understand. Who cares if a spoonful of sauce gets poured down the drain? What does it matter if a few vegetables end up in the landfill? After all, I was just one person, a mere fraction of a percent of the United States’ population. The thing is, once you start thinking about it, if every person in the US got rid of one piece of broccoli than over 300 million pieces...

I was ignored by my father
​And shoved away by my brother
I was hated by my friends
​I can't believe I managed to call them that 

I tried so hard to be strong
​I tried to deny who I was related to 
Odin only pushed me down
I knew I would never be able to connect to truth

I let go of everything I wanted to be
​I fell through space prepared to die
​I landed on a ship, scared and meek
The Other said there was a throne for me he could find

​I promised to find the Tesseract
​I would do whatever it would take
​I swore I would bring it back
​And the Midgard throne would be mine to keep

I did everything The Other asked
​The Avengers just HAD to stick their butts in
​Thor dragged me off and threatened me
Just when I had hope at last

​A full out war broke out
​And...

​I'm not a huge country fan but I've definitely found some cool country singers :)

1. Luke Bryan
2. Carrie Underwood
3. Taylor Swift*
4. Garth Brooks
5. George Straight 

​*I like her country music but not such a big fan of her pop :(

I have been writing in you since I was about seven. Of course, you have changed - I have filled up about three large journals. You have taken the brunt of my cursing, my anger, my frustration, and my pain. You have been my number one go-to object. You have stopped me from hurting myself, you have stopped me from hurting others. You have borne my obsession with my crushes, you have taken my hurt and turned it into something better. You have made me feel better when I'm sick of being me, you have healed me when I am tired of life. You took my hate that I felt at myself and turned it into words. You helped me realize my purpose. And I still hurt. And I'm still angry and myself. But you continue to help me every day. Dear journal, you honestly saved my life.

Oh World, 
How have we become so broken?
​How have we lost our way?
​We pick our way through the rubble
​And we climb over the fallen trees
​We have become obsessed by hate
And we have lost ourselves
We have forgotten who we are
​We have become something we are not
​We let things rule over us
Things like
​Envy, hate, and fear
​We don't let others enter our hearts
​We just try and shut them out
​How have become so broken?
​When did we require such help?

​Oh World,
When did we start
​Allowing ourselves to fall? 
​When did we fall into war and fights and blood?
​We lift the guns to our shoulders
And we speak of building walls
​We've forgotten who we truly are
​We talk of things like nuclear wars
​Why is that even an option?
​We casually wish bad luck on others
​And we seem to not care
​We write rude things
​And say...

I would like to call out to mrcolinredwards! I recently discovered his profile and noticed how beautiful all of his stories are. He's an inspiration writer and an amazing person.  I would really recommend checking him out. I'm Not A Monster, A Killer Croc Story. I also enjoyed A Mistake, Why Sheldon Cooper Doesn't Believe In God.

I would please like everyone to check this piece out. It really deserves some attention. It is sweet and cute and just beautiful. I love it so much. It is called A Bit of Warmth.

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When you fight with family and friends, all ends; we should be like wolves.

Author: Kaitlyn

Director: Kaitlyn 

Characters (in order of appearance): Cam, Iliana,  Bella, Glytch Montoya, Aussie, Riley, Colton, Lyra, Abigail, Kaitlyn, I.C. Fynnheart, Ella, Lee, and Thrills

​Featured Users (in order of appearance): camlily, Mayzen, Bellbell0307, Glytch Montoya, Aussie23, Riley Noel, JediKnightGirl, LyraLynne, ARS7, Kaitlyn, I.C. Fynnheart, JediKnightGirl, Lee Fudge, and KidThrills953 

​Idea of the story: a bunch of teenagers are living together. They are very good friends and they have all known each other for basically their whole life. They are like brothers and sisters to each other which sometimes is a very bad thing. This is what would happen if fourteen teenaged boys and girls hung out in the same building on a day to day basis. Warning: there is no adult supervision. Yikes. LOL.

​Also: Don't be offended if these don't add up to your own personality. I have your names and I'm doing what I can with them. They are not going to be accurate. If...

I'm sorry it's taking so long but I'm working really hard on it and I hope that I'll have it done by today. Fingers crossed!

camlily, Mayzen, Bellbell0307, Glytch Montoya, Aussie23, Riley Noel, JediKnightGirl, LyraLynne, ARS7, I.C. Fynnheart, JediKnightGirl, Lee Fudge, and KidThrills953 

Verse One:
I’ve been here
For all of seven years
I've been searching for your heart
I did everything you could’ve asked
How long will this last?
Cos
I keep going back and forth
Think you love me
Then you don’t
Opened the doors;
You smiled my way
Offered my hand but you
Pushed it away
Everyone says you're friendly
You've drawing personality
Times were once different
That's why I gotta get out
Don't think of our past
We've forgiven it but
How far are you willing to go?
Are we just friends or
Are we something more?
You’re leaving my heart sore
 
Pre-Chorus:
Give me a reason I shouldn’t cut you outta my life
Give me a reason I shouldn’t give up
But there’s one reason that’s enough
Reason can’t conquer my heart
 
Chorus:
I can’t, I can’t let you go
My heart won’t give up, oh no
Every time I try and step away
A shock...

From yes homo to existing loudly to (trying to) exist loudly, this writer has changed her username many a time. However, I would recognize you need to gogh's profile is not missable. I would always know who she is by her bio and her inspirational and fun personality. She has inspired me so much and I am proud to be one of her first followers. Check out pretty girl and jeanne by you need to gogh.

1. He's Loki.
2. He's hot.
3. He's kind.
4. He's hilarious.
5. He's sassy.
6. He's fun.
7. If I haven't mentioned it yet, HE'S LOKI.
8. He's super duper great.
9. His name is Tom (and Tom is an incredibly sexy name)
10. He's a feminist.

I am giving you people the chance be in a challenge. You are going to make they next chapter of my book for me, chapter 23. If no one does this, I guess I'll just do it myself but I hope you will all try!

Step 1. Read chapter 22. Braving Life (Chapter Twenty-Two)
Step 2. Title the chapter. Example: Braving Life (Chapter 23)  - your name
Step 3. Write the chapter. I usually like to do between 700 and 1000 words but I really don't care.
Step 4. Could you please put somewhere that the story is mine?
Step 5. Publish the story when it is done.
Step 6. Inform me when it is published.

I will tell you all the winner!
 

1. There was a horse.
2. It was a dull brown.
3. A man wished to have the horse colourful.
4. Once the horse was domesticated, he made black and white paint.
5. The man styled the man of the horse.
6. He took his paintbrush and made stripes all along its fur.
7. And that is how the zebra was formed.

    "I can't do it," he whispered, his whole body shaking. "I'm not brave enough, I'm not strong enough, I'm just not enough." His eyes glistened with tears.
    I smiled at him. "Why not?" He looked up.
 

The whole world
Is constantly hiding
The whole universe
Is constantly running
There is darkness
In the places we can't see
That's why we seek refuge
And wish to be free

We hide from pain
We run from fear
We're afraid of others
And we're afriad of ourselves
Sometimes all it takes
Is a single touch
That's why we seek refuge
That's why we seek love
 

I am two inches tall. My dad's a scientist and I got shrunk. Life isn't cool. I have to watch out for feet, ants, ladybugs, and mice. There weren't the main problem I encountered three months ago. I had a bigger problem. Before my parents even realized what had happened, I was in danger. Of starving.
I hadn't eaten in about three days. Mom and Dad were desperate. They thought I had been kidnapped. I was desperate, too. I was horrifically hungry. I usually ate three square meals a day with a few too many snacks in between. I wasn't used to not eating. I was pretty sure I was going to die. I attempted to climb chairs and scale walls to get to the food. I failed in these attempts and my parents didn't even notice me. I chased them - complete failure - yelled at them - I sounded like, well, nothing - and tried to pull their...

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1. He's Loki.
2. He's hot.
3. He's kind.
4. He's hilarious.
5. He's sassy.
6. He's fun.
7. If I haven't mentioned it yet, HE'S LOKI.
8. He's super duper great.
9. His name is Tom.
10. He's incredibly amazing in general.

It's called  Most People Are Good (Audio) - YouTube Here are the lyrics if you want to read while listening to it. Most People Are Good rocks!

I believe kids oughta stay kids as long as they can
Turn off the screen, go climb a tree, get dirt on their hands
I believe we gotta forgive and make amends
'Cause nobody gets a second chance to make new old friends
I believe in working hard for what you've got
Even if it don't add up to a hell of a lot

I believe most people are good
And most mama's oughta qualify for sainthood
I believe most Friday nights look better under neon or stadium lights
I believe you love who you love
Ain't nothing you should ever be ashamed of
I believe this world ain't half as bad as it looks
I believe most people are good

I believe them streets of gold are worth the work
But I...

 Not all of my characters are in here. That would take much much too long, I'm afraid. But I did quite a few of my main characters in my stories.

• Crisa Lang
• Karen Turmiol
• Shawn Keselowski
• Draco Malfoy
• Loki Laufeyson
• Thor Odinson

    Crisa casually leaned back in her chair. She was sitting with Shawn and Karen, her very best friends. They were seated in a cafe. Very few people were with them - just a woman and and a man hiding in the shadows. The three didn't usually go out but seventeen year old people are allowed special privileges. Karen sighed. "How are your horses, Shawn?"
    "Good."
    Karen nodded.
    The silence was a little uncomfortable. Cafes were not their natural environment. The door opened and a young black haired man walked into the cafe. He slowly walked over to the three sitting at the table. "May I join you?" He had a British accent.
    "Don't you...

We reach for the impossible
We dare to look for the best
We push for the greatest
We look beyond the normal
We don't like sympathy
But we hold dear what we love
We are clever
We are brave
But most of all
We are ambitious

But we also go to far
We realize what mistakes we made
And then we have to step back and restart
We cry because we try so hard
We fail and then we are nothing
Our ambition gets in the way of us
We lose who we are in it all
But we can fight past
We can be who we want
We don't have to hurt others
We don't have to hurt ourselves

We are not evil - it's just our ambition
We are not cruel - we just try to make a shell
We are not always proud
But we get what we want
We are powerful
And we are Slytherins



 

They never said they were hurting - they just hid.
They never said they were afraid - they just let it boil.
They never said they were strong - they thought it was uncool.
They never said they were smart - it was better to be stupid.
They never said they were kind - they didn't want to be different.
They never said they were scarred - they didn't want to be new.
They never said they were mad - they just ran.
They never said no - they were too scared.
They never said they wanted more - they just cried.

Please check this out: A Letter To The Girl I Never Was

The problem with pain has always been that the world is afraid of it. That's no surprise - pain is not fun. But people abuse pain in both directions. The fear of it makes people run from anything that hurts even a little bit. What doesn't kill you makes you stronger. Also, the power of pain, makes people abuse it. The problem with pain is the fact that people just shy from life because of it. People jump back from opportunities because they are scared. People need to step forward. People need to try. People need to wipe away their tears because what doesn't kill you makes you stronger, stand a little taller....

The sun crashed.
The moon fell.
The stars burnt out.
It was like hell.
Everything burnt.
The worlds collided.
Prayers were said.
Curses came from mouths.
There was fear.
There was death.
All because the sun crashed in a matter of minutes.

Inside my soul...
...it burns
...it grows
...I fall
...I climb
...the world collapses
...I build it back up
...everything crumbles
...I heal it
...the world ends
...the universe begins
...I am crowned in glory
...I fall

The cold hard apple rested beneath her fingers
The warm, soft corn slid down his throat

The diamond lay there, unscathed as ever
While the slate crumbled in vain and lost hope

The wind rushed through the weeds and leaves
The air pressed down on Haley like blanket


 

Sure, we may have fighters in our world. We may have body builders. But here on the planet Raccso, we value our minds. We spent years perfecting the way we think, how fast we think, how smart we are. We spend hours strengthening that one muscle. Our fighters mean the world to us. We love everyone. But when it comes to wars, we want something different. We need something new. We need something that the opposing won't be ready for. And they are never ready for our lethal minds.

1. Loki
2. Frigga
3. Scrapper 142/Valkyrie
4. The Grandmaster
5. Heimdall
6. Darcy
7. Bruce Banner
8. Jane Foster
9. Thor
10. Hela

I do not know much about things
At least the things I have never seen
I do not know much of the world -
Or more the worlds unknown
I believe there is something out there
But the question lingers - where?
I do not think we are alone
We are not the only home
We will always run
For we are alien to some
 

1. Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone
2. Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban
3. Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets
4. The Fault in our Stars
5. Harry Potter and they Goblet of Fire
6. Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince
7. Harry Potter and the Order of Phoenix
8. Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows
9. Ella Enchanted
10. Esperanza Rising
11. Wonder
12. The Lightning Thief
13. The Titan's Curse
14. The Battle of the Labyrinth
15. The Last Olympian

Writing is my true love - notebooks are my children.

They are the doorway to the soul.
They are the key to the inner self.
They can show you so many things.
They give you everything you want to know.
Hate.
Fear.
Love.
Sadness.
Pain.
They are they doorway to your soul.
The way the sparkle.
They way they glow.
They can give away everything.
Or they can say, "I don't know."
The eyes are the doorway to your soul.
 

The next time I see you I will still love you.
The next time I hear your voice, I will still lose myself in it.
The next time I look into your bright blue eyes, I will forget the world.
The next time I say I hate you, I will know it's not true.
The next time you say I'm an idiot, I know you're still flirting.
The next time we go through this again I won't let my feelings get hurt.
 

I am not offended by criticism. I am offended by people thinking I will be offended by criticism.

Ready... ready for it.... are you though??? It's Lee Fudge! Yes, Lee! Hi man! There are so many things to be said of him. He has an amazing sense of humour. It is woven throughout all of his stories. He is a great writer. He is a kind person. He is so so so brilliant. I want to thank you, Mr. Fudge for following my Braving Life story. I really appreciate that with all of my heart. So, go follow this amazing person! I would recommend checking out his book, The Technical Guide to Being a Samurai: Chapter One, The Technical Guide to Being a Samurai: Chapter One (Part Two), and The Technical Guide to Being a Samurai: Chapter One (Part Three). Keep on keeping on, Lee!

    So the other day, a bunch of space cats invaded planet Earth. They were purple and blue, and about the size of house cats. They're pretty cool, I have to say. But the thing is, space cats DO NOT DISCRIMINATE. Like, wow! They're so cool with every gender, race, religion, it's not even funny. All they ask is that we love them. And believe me, you do not want to get in their way. They have sharp claws. And there are thousands of them. Anyway, the thing is, Donald Trump insulted them. He called them a trick of the Eskimos or something like that. It was pathetic. And the cats... well... to say the least.... they got mad... very mad....
    Anyway, Trump is now living in Antarctica, as is everyone who supports him. There are no more politicians, no more voting. To be honest, life is pretty easy these days. Everyone has jobs, nature is more respected every day,...

I am afraid of the day before tomorrow
It is a scary thought
It brings my heart to top speed
It makes my fingers numb
It makes me furrow my brow
It shows me thoughtless things
The day before tomorrow -
Silly things it brings
I am so frightened
This day has scared me so
But it will never be out of my way
Because the day before tomorrow
Is today

In my recent piece If You Want.... I am featuring users in a story. You guys and girls have 24 more hours to choose to come into this. If you go past 24 hours, it will be too late. Love you all!

    Hey there. My name is Atlas. I'm a Titan, condemned to hold up the sky for eternity after the Titanomachy, at least according to Wikipedia. Yeah, I have a computer. Anyway, I've almost dropped the sky many a time. I mean, you'd think that with that in mind, I would be able to run away. Haha. Yeah right. The thing is, if I drop the sky, I will also drop it on myself and I will die. I get tired plenty of the time and plenty of the time, wait no all of the time, it's my fault. Yeah, I just get tired and drop it. It'll fall before I force myself to pick it back up.
    So yeah, that's great but the thing is, that's not what we're all here for. I'm here to tell you that the world is about to end. Yeah.... That sucks. The sky is FALLING. And guess what? It's not my fault. See,...

Do not be afraid of death. Be afraid of life. Because they will come for you. The dead will come and they will take you away. If you are alive they will take you and they will turn you into something else. You will be used to help haunt the living. To make them afraid. To keep their hearts beating fast. They will come for you. They are reaching out. They are breathing down your neck. They are not afraid to grip your wrist. They will scare you. They will make you regret being alone. The zombies will show you no mercy.

They said the world was kind
They said people do the right thing
I was just a child
I thought the words had meaning

They said being older was fun
They said it'd get easier
I thought they were right
I thought life would be cleaner

They said
They say
They will say
They were wrong
They are wrong
They will be wrong

Because no matter what they said, I'm a teen now and life is R rated.

Dust is not going to turn into something, you will turn into dust.

This is the last night of our lives
These are the moments we have lost
This is the horror that we fought
This is the glory that we sought
Let me see the tears upon your face
Let me see you go to waste
Because I know-ow-ow
What you did to me

You were always by my side
Would hold my hand through the night
You never let me down, no, not once
(Never, never, never)

We fought for something beautiful
(Beautiful)
We looked for something strong
I never knew it'd be lost

This is the last night of our lives
These are the moments we have lost
This is the horror that we fought
This is the glory that we sought
Let me see the tears upon your face
Let me see you go to waste
Because I know-ow-ow
What you did to me

You never let me down
You showed me the world
We were gonna be the...

Because a smile can save a life.

The world darkened
The sky was broken
Time collapsed
And hearts were frozen
The moon went dark
The lights went out
The morning never rose
The roses went black
All time froze
Worlds turned to nothing
Pain turned from feeling
We lost ourselves
We don't know why
I just know that
All of this happened
When the sun fell from the sky
 

    There had been competition after competition. Sarah had been going for the main prize - she always had been. She was so close. Every girl in the country wanted to prove that they could be and would be a worthy queen. Sarah had never tried for anything so hard in her life and her competition was dwindling. There were only four people left in competition and Sarah was sure she was the most skilled out of any of them. The last test had to do with people skills. Each contestant would be left alone with five different people and try to warm up to them, in a way. The contestant rated the highest would become the next queen.
    "Hello!" cried Sarah. "How are you all doing?" There was an older couple, a younger couple, and a small girl. Sarah was eighteen and she was slightly intimidated. They said nothing. "What are your names?" Suddenly Sarah realized something. They're peasants. They're...

I have to call out to the amazing person, camlily! She has written several peer reviews for me, mentioned me and others in her pieces, and she is a truly inspirational writer. I truly love the things she writes and the support she offers. She is one of the kindest people I have ever met on Write the World. I recommend her pieces The Five Stages of Writer's Block and How to Defeat Them or Forever.

Okay, so everyone, I just read this amazing amazing piece and I hope you will all take the time to also read this. It was really strong and inspirational. It is called The stars and sky intertwined with a simple soul. Just click the link and it will be a great decision on your part!

This is a story of the dawn of dusk. This is a story of how a little girl asked for something beautiful and it was granted to her. Also: if you hate the idea of gods in stories, please don't read this. This is all meant in good fun and I do not wish to offend anybody.

Once upon a time, humans lived in either pure light or pure dark. They would wake up when the gods threw the sun in the sky and they would go to bed when the gods took it out. Life was simple but rather boring. Things just were. When the gods made the moon, there was much rejoicing. Dawn was developed. Many prayed that there would be a slow movement from night to day. It was so hard on the eyes to be in pitch black to bright sunlight. So the gods slowly pushed the sun into the sky, creating a calmer effect to...

My featured writer is........ Jasonthewriter! Hi Jason! Anyway, he has reviewed several of my pieces for me, he is a very supportive writer and he has some pieces that are just bombs. He is a great person and I respect him writing and his personality so much. One of my favorite pieces of his is Berry.

She was pretty average. She wasn't traditionally beautiful - her hair was scraggly and long, her eyes were a dull shade of green. Her clothes were merely rags and she had never attended school. Actually, she was considered less-than average, perhaps even lame. People were interested in her but only to laugh at her pointlessness.

"What a slob." Jake leaned towards his best friend, John. Miss Arcanum was crossing the street towards them. No one knew why everyone called her that. She turned down a dark alleyway.

"Let's go get her," John whispered. "She goes down there all of the time. I want to know what the frick she's doing while she hides out."

Jake grinned. "Let's go." They jumped up from leaning on the brick wall and followed her closely. They walked along the twists and turns of the path.

Suddenly John chuckled as his foot sunk in the mud. "Does she live here? Do you think Arcanum lives...

I really have to write this piece because for one, my friend Dani A. Remlap and I were talking about it and for two, Hermione's just great. Right? That's what I thought. I hope you all enjoy this list because Hermione's a great character and she's saved the world perhaps more than Harry has. I mean really, where would we all be without her? (This is not in any particular order, just as they come to mind) (also, movies and books may overlap)

1. When Hermione taught Ron how to say "Wingardium Leviosa." Who knows what the troll would've done if she hadn't?

2. Hermione made Polyjuice Potion in their second year to find out if Draco Malfoy was the heir of Slytherin. They found out he was not and Harry got a look at the Slytherin common room which would save his life in later books.

3. When Hermione signed up for every single class. She got the Time-Turner...

    "Jesse?" I whispered apprehensively. "What's up? They're friendly, you can put the gun down. They're letting us go." I carefully placed my hand on my knife, ready to fight if I had to. "Jesse, please put the gun down." He didn't move. "Jesse, please, they're really nice people. I trust them."
    "Baby doll, they're about the last trust worthy people you could ever meet in your life. Including me." Jesse's eyes didn't leave Belladonna's face.
    "What do you mean?" I ignored the fact that Jesse had just called me a baby doll.
    "I mean that Crossfire is a criminal who has killed over 2,000 people with Madame Belladonna by his side the whole time. I was looking through their records. Man, woman, child, it doesn't matter. They would do anything for a bit of power." Jesse's eyes were burning like fire.
    "Jesse, they're helping me," I gasped unable to believe my ears. "They're helping me...

When you wake up at 12:34 p.m.

So... one day, Pump was walking down the street, browsing Write the World. People were making fun of him for... whatever people make fun of him for. He was having a comment fight with one of the Write the World members who was also making fun of him for... the dumb rap songs he likes.... So Pump decided that he was going to say something really strong and... revenge-like.
Mysterious Person: Haha, you like the dumbest rap songs in the world.
Pump: Brruuhh, nahhh
Mysterious Person: The songs you like shouldn't even count as rap.
Pump: Don sue me bruhhh
Mysterious Person: ...Er....um... what?
Pump: Yaaa tht wuz so clevr
Mysterious Person: I'm lost...
Pump: All haal PUMP's revenge post comment. PUMP OOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU.

So I'm going to make a story. Not a book. A story. Like a short story. And that is used very loosely. But anyway I'm going to make a story and I'm going to give you guys the opportunity to be in it! So if you want to be one of my characters, just comment in the comment section and tell me what you want to be called. I hope you guys and girls will do this and have fun!!! :D

Just because I'm a feminist, doesn't mean I hate all men.
Just because I'm a feminist, doesn't mean I wear revealing clothes or covering clothes. I wear what I want. That's the point.
Just because I'm a feminist, doesn't mean I think abortion is always okay.
Just because I'm a feminist, doesn't mean I don't care about men's rights.
Just because I'm a feminist, doesn't mean I don't like to dress up or do "girly" things.
Just because I'm a feminist, doesn't mean I want to TEAM UP WITH GLYTCH MONTOYA AND MAKE THE MALE POPULATION EXTINCT AHEM.


 

A bruise and a sore-to-the-touch arm. That's what I get for having a snowball fight with 17 and 15 year old athletic boys.

Hey guys I recently found this story that Glytch Montoya has been writing and I thought it was really great. He has two installments out so far. Heartographer (1) and Heartographer (2) are both really excellent and worth a read. GO CHECK THEM OUT PEOPLE.
~Kaitlyn

SO I HAVE A FUN LITTLE CHALLENGE THING FOR MYSELF BUT IT REQUIRES SOMETHING OF YOU GUYS AND GIRLS! SO, COMMENT... IN THE COMMENT SECTION... AND LEAVE ME A TITLE. JUST GIVE ME ANY RANDOM THING AND I WILL TURN IT INTO A PIECE. I WILL ALSO BE SURE TO MENTION YOU SOMEWHERE IN THAT PIECE AND GIVE YOU CREDIT FOR THAT TITLE ;) YOU CAN EVEN GIVE ME TWO OR THREE TITLE SUGGESTIONS BUT I CAN'T PROMISE I WILL DO THEM ALL. I WILL TRY. I WILL DEFINITELY DO ONE FOR EACH PERSON WHO COMMENTS AND LEAVES A TITLE. GOOD LUCK!

All credit to KidThrills for this group. Follow the Fiction Faction: KidThrills953 (FF), RainAndSonder, camlily, Lee Fudge,Glytch Montoya, and Kaitlyn ❄.

I wish I was just a little bit smarter. People say that I'm intellectually strong and things like that but I'd love to be more brilliant. I mean, of course everyone does. I took the ACT last year, in eighth grade. I got a score of 22. I'd been hoping for a 36 by the last time I took that but I honestly don't think that's going to happen. I have a small amount of hope. But that's it.

All credit to KidThrills for this group. Follow the Fiction Faction: KidThrills953 (FF), RainAndSonder, camlily, Lee Fudge,Glytch Montoya, and Kaitlyn ❄

Life is supposed to be happy. Life is supposed to be what you want it to be. Sure, we're not going to like it 100% of the time. No one does. Struggles make us who we are. Scars form our strength. We are what we have faced. Be kind. Love others. Be supportive. There is nothing worse than hearing someone hates you. There is nothing worse than feeling lonely. There is nothing worse than feeling you have nothing in life. Deep down, everyone feels this way. No matter what their shell is. No matter how much they feel they have to cover their emotions. People want to be loved. People want to be comforted. People want to feel included. Life will fight you though. People will fight you. People will try to tear...

“Crisa!” Stacy pulled Crisa into the bathroom where she was brushing her teeth. “Stay here, darling.” She rinsed her mouth and flashed her gleaming smile in the mirror. “I need your help, love.”
“Oh?”
“What lipstick should I wear?”
Crisa looked longingly at the door. “The red,” she muttered.
“How about eye shadow?”
“Purple.”
“Dress?”
“Um… the purple, I guess.”
“Footwear?”
“Nothing.”
“Necklace?”
“Diamond.”
“Earrings?”
“Blue.”
“Ring?”
“The big green one.”
“Wow, Crisa! Thank you!” Stacy squealed. “You’re an expert on beauty.”
“That’s nice,” said Crisa attempting to escape.
“Don’t leave, love!” cried Stacy. “Would you like me to put makeup on you?”
“No thank you,” Crisa answered. She dashed out of the bathroom – into Sophie.
“Sorry!” they cried simultaneously.
“Where are you going?” Sophie asked.
“To see a friend,” Crisa answered.
“Oh. Okay. Well, don’t let me hinder you any longer. I’m sure my sister did a good enough job of that.” Sophie stepped out of Crisa’s way. ...

    I couldn't remember what had just happened. All I knew was that I was in a hospital, in a bed. My whole body ached as if I had just cross-country skied for ten miles. I groaned. I lifted my neck slightly. "David?" I mumbled. I could see him in the bed beside me. His leg was strapped down and a cast was wrapped around it.
    He smiled weakly at me. "How are you doing, Lina?" My head violently spun. His voice sounded like a TV when it was transmitting poorly. What was wrong with my ears?
    "I'm okay," I whispered. "Something's wrong with my ears or something. It sounds like... broken noise or something when people talk." The world spun again.
    "Nightwatchers," groaned David. "They messed with your... signal per say. It should fade." But his eyes said differently.
    
    Two weeks later....

    "I still can't hear right," I yelled. "You said it would...

For Keeps by ARS7

Friendship is the willingness to stand by your friend forever. No matter the cost. Friendship is the love of your friend no matter race, religion, sexuality or gender. Friendship is selfless. Friendship will do anything. Friendship will tell friends when they're being stupid.

To quote Glytch himself: HEYYOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO (breath) OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO  (breath) OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
Ahem sorry but really, check this piece out. It rocks.
Forgive and Forget?
 

Prompt: Fiction Faction
Credit to KidThrills for this group. Follow the Fiction Faction: Glytch Montoya, camlily , KidThrills953 (FF), and Kaitlyn ❄.

1. Rude People: I cannot stand when people are rude to me or people around me. Joking around is one thing but just plain being rude - that's horrible in my opinion. I once knew this girl who thought that everything was about her and if anyone got a little bit of credit for anything - she'd turn the attention back to herself by being like "Well I've done that hundreds of times." It was infuriating. My rule is that you should be kind to everyone no matter their race, sexuality, gender, or religion. Everyone is equal. I've had plenty of people be rude to me and I'm sure I've been rude to people before. I AM human. But I try my hardest to be kind and I understand that people have bad days. But being...

My featured writer for today is RedWriter. She has a lovely, fun personality and is always willing to debate in politics. She's a strong writer, a brilliant person, and she has always offered me great support. Knowing her has been amazing. Her writing is creative, strong, personality filled, and more. Check out Do You Think That Matters To Me? (1), and Listen To You

You think...
...you're annoying
...you're ugly
...you're fat
...you're not strong
...you're a jerk
...you're stupid
...you're not enough

I know...
...you're worth everything
...you're my best friend
...you're so much fun
...you're worth the world
...you're perfect
...you're too good for ANYONE
...I would do anything for you
...you're a champion
...you're confident
...you're beautiful
...you're strong
...you're gorgeous
...I will always listen to you
...you are worth my time
...you are worth my love
...you're brilliant
...you're a badass
...you'd face death with a smile
...I would give you my life


 

My featured writer number 7 is Glytch Montoya! He is so supportive and kind and he such an amazing writer. He is fun person with an addicting style of writing. He's always been hugely supportive of the things I've wrote and his support has helped shape me as a writer. I would advise checking out his piece Maddening Duality.

 
I remember when I hated your face
I couldn’t stand to be in the same place
But now, I think I love you
And I wish you loved me too
But sometimes I think…
 
It’s so hard
Cos it’s coming from my heart,
Ripping me apart
And I’m in despair
 
I love you with all my soul
Yet your heart is just so cold
I wish you’d just be my friend
And I could live with you to the end
Baby,can’t we forget our past
In adoration forever last
You have nearly as much to forgive me
As I have to forgive you
We have both said ugly things
Will you just give me a second chance?
 
I know you don’t like me
You prob’ly wish I didn’t exist
Maybe I should go find someone
Who adores me
Yet, it takes all my energy
Because I love when you smile shyly
It draws me nearer to...

I want to call out to Glytch Montoya who was one of the first people to give me a like. I don't know why his like stands out in my mind so much but I am really proud of this piece and I still am and to have one of the writers I respected like this piece - it meant so much to me. Thank you so much, Glytch for liking this piece. I know you might not remember it but I do and I am eternally grateful.

Live like you mean it
Live like tomorrow’s your last day
Do whatever you want to
Follow your heart and be true
Live cos you dunno how much time
You’ve got before you die
You need to do this right
So live like it’s your last night
 
So get out and start livin’
Make up and forgive
There’s nothing better than this
So live out your best
You can fly when...

I'M KAITLYN AGAIN. I RECENTLY SWITCHED TO KIT-KIT BUT NOW I'M BACK TO KAITLYN. EVERYONE KNOWS ME AS KAITLYN AND I COULDN'T GO AWAY FROM THAT. SORRY IF I'VE BEEN MESSING YOU UP...

ARS7:
We haven't always gotten along. We've fought over politics, sexuality, and religion. But we're both writers. We're both humans. And I want to thank you. You have made me stronger. You have made me dig into my inner feelings and truly think about what I say. You have made me realize that we can disagree and still get along. I know that no two people are alike. But until this point in life, I've never really had to face it like this and I thank you for the strength you have given me. You are an amazing writer and you have given me so much in life.
Jasonthewriter:
You have written so many peer reviews for me and you have been so kind. I really appreciate your support with all of my heart. You have made me value myself as a writer and value myself as a person. I really cannot tell you how much your support means to...

So..... what you wanna talk about?

The moment I realized me and my best friend were going crazy: When I tried to get her to wear a dress and she actually wore one.

    I faced the monster, trembling. It smiled, cold and unfeeling. My eyes dropped. I was scared and angry, more at myself than anyone. "Dear me, Kaitlyn," it fake pouted. "Don't you just look ugly today. You know that everyone thinks that. Your stomach isn't flat, your legs aren't pretty, and your hair is disgusting. How do you even live with yourself? You know everyone hates you."
    "They can't," I whispered.
    "You fought with your whole family today. Did you see how well they got along with each other? They all agreed but no one agreed with you. Not one." The monster grinned, knowing how well it was attacking me.
    "Abby agreed with me," I whispered.
    "Did she really? In her heart, did she really?" The red eyes bored into mine and the pointed teeth were bared in a smile. The clawed hand wrapped around my arm.
    I trembled. "Stop," I begged.
    "Why do...

I don't think you see how important your life is to me.

I know you don't believe me but you really are the greatest person I know.

    "What's wrong with me and Alex?" I wondered, feeling a little annoyed. "And how did you even find out about us being together?"
    "Naomi, news spreads fast as you know well." Callie paused. "Do you even know what the hell you're doing?" she gasped in a big breath. "I know that you and Alex have had a huge history of arguments."
    "I love him."
    "Would you die for him?"
    "Yes."
    "You would die for anyone."
    "Well yeah."
    "He's just a friend, Naomi."
    "No he isn't! The other night when we got together - it was so good. We had a nice conversation, he was really helpful and kind and sweet and he told me I was really bright - "
    "Naomi. Stop. Right. Now. He's. No. Good. For. You."
    "I can fix him. He's just a broken kid, Callie."
    "Sweetheart, you can't just fix people. Your past is...

SO AS MANY OF YOU MAY ALREADY KNOW, I AM KAITLYN AND HAVE BEEN KAITLYN FOR ALL OF MY LIFE BECAUSE THAT IS MY NAME BUT FOR ANYONE CONFUSED, I CHANGED MY USER-NAME TO KIT-KAT, AS YOU'VE PROBABLY ALREADY SEEN AND THAT'S WHO I AM NOW XD. FOR ANYONE CURIOUS, THIS GUY WHO HAS A CRUSH ON ME CALLS ME KIT-KAT SO I THOUGHT IT WAS A COOL NAME TO USE ON WRITE THE WORLD SO THERE YOU ALL GO! HAVE FUN WITH THE NEW ME! OR AT LEAST THE NEW NAME!!!

    I clicked the website, my heart racing. I had spent hours hacking into the government's secrets. The people of the country were waging war against the government, passively but war all the same. I felt a chill run through my body. I didn't know if anyone had ever hacked into the government. Several people had said they would try but everyone assumed they had committed treason. They had disappeared, never to be heard of again. One of my best friends had left. I had felt immensely betrayed. I thought she loved me. We had known each other since birth. And she had just left me alone. I was friendless, alone. I waited for the website to load. This could be life changing.
    Suddenly, a bright red message popped up in front of everything.



    ERROR: YOU HAVE ENTERED ILLEGIAL INFORMATION. GOVERNMENT OFFICIALS ARE COMING TO YOUR LOCATION WITHIN ONE MINUTE. YOU WILL BE IMPRISONED. PLEASE STAY SEATED - YOU...

...my first real friend

...amazing

...beautiful

...kind

...funny

...smart

...by my side

...always


 

She Is

"If she can make you happy - I hope your love will never stop."

    "Hello,"  Alex's voice said.
    "You. Are. So. Dumb," I growled back at him. "I'm trying to do my homework! I know very well that you have plenty to do also! Why the heck are you begging me to call you at this time? It had better be very important because if it's not, I will murder you."
    "Honey?" came Mom's inquiring voice. "Naomi sweetheart, I don't want you to talk like that, please."
    I smiled slightly.
    "I'm sorry," said Alex. "It's just... I think that we should tell our moms. About us. You know, I think that this is really important and to conceal it from them would just hurt us all, you know?"
    "I'm going to murder you," I muttered in a matter of fact way. "I have piles of schoolwork to do with about two hours to get it done. Oh and by the way, Alex wants to talk about our...

    Water pollution is "one of the most serious ecological threats we face today" according to WWF Global. Not only are they right, but water is required for life. People constantly talk about things such as sexuality, religion, politics, and global warming. These are all huge issues in the world that have been battled for a long while and will for a long while to come. However, the problem of water pollution is much deeper and much more dangerous. Water pollution has been found all over from Russia to India to China and much more.
    Types of water pollution are based on the variations of the cause of water pollution. There are three causes of water pollution: chemical, radiological, and biological. Water pollution from chemicals tends to be the most common type of pollution. From gasoline to fertilizers, water is constantly in danger. We humans use gasoline daily, every hour of every day. This gasoline manages to get into water...

    I have heard for all the years of my life that heaven is perfect with no death or pain or sadness or fear. Life will require no work or trials or boring things like school. We would all get to see each other, in a perfect, beautiful, place. After a great deal of thought of how great a heaven like this would be, I don't agree. I have had a large conflict over this problem for many years and many struggles with that particular part of heaven. I don't believe that heaven has no pain.
    Many people like to say that we will all live in a big golden castle with no school, no sleeping, and no sorrows. We should have no enemies and no problems in the world. I think that, to a certain extent, this is true. There will be no murders, no terrorism, and no death. I cannot agree with all of it. I don't want...

7. Open prompt! Write anything you want me (and others) to see AS LONG AS it's not a formal piece of writing

• I'm writing Harry Potter fanfiction from the perspective of Draco Malfoy
• I'm also thinking of writing something from the view point of Loki Laufeyson
• Tom Hiddleston/ Loki is totally my celeb crush
• I'm a huge Doctor Who fan (David Tennant is the best)
• I'm writing twelve different books right now
• I'm writing three of them on this site
• I love you all!

If there is no peace, everyone will be off at war there will be no indoor plumbing anyway. And there will be less deaths with world peace.

“Stacy and Dean?” choked Crisa. “Like my aunt?”
 
“And her boyfriend,” replied Mom calmly.
 
“When are they coming?”
 
“Tomorrow.”
 
“What?” Crisa shrieked.
 
“They’re staying for the weekend,” Mom replied smoothly.
 
“Oh no,” breathed Crisa.
 
“They aren’t that bad,” Mom comforted but there was no emotion behind her words.
 
“Yeah, right,” muttered Crisa. “Stacy’s one thing but she and Dean together are a nightmare.”
 
“Crisa, talk nicely of my sister,” ordered Mom.
 
“There’s nothing nice to say about her!” cried Crisa.
 
“Crisa,” replied Mom, her voice at the breaking point, “Stacy loves a kind and respectful –”
 
“Stacy likes the weirdest things so that doesn’t amount to much,” snapped Crisa. “Dean, for a start –”
 
“Enough!” yelled Mom. “You will be kind and respectful towards Stacy and Dean no matter your opinion of them.”
 
Crisa mutely nodded.
 
“Oh, look at her,” shrilled Aunt Stacy stepping out...

    I have heard for all the years of my life that heaven is perfect with no death or pain or sadness or fear. After a great deal of thought of how great a heaven like this would be, I don't agree. I have had a large conflict over this problem for many years and many struggles with that particular part of heaven. I don't believe that heaven has no pain.
    Many people like to say that we will all live in a big golden castle with no school, no sleeping, and no sorrows. We should have no enemies and no problems in the world. I think that, to a certain extent, this is true. There will be no murders, no terrorism, and no death. But what is joy if there is not sadness? What is pleasure if there is no pain? What is content if there is no fear? What are friends if you have no enemies?
    If...

(Still we want to fight)
(Still we want to fight)
(Still we want to fight)
(Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)

I remember you nudging me
I remember your hand on me
I saw when you looked over
I felt it when you touched my shoulder
I nudged you back
I left your hand
I looked into your eyes
And your touch was just fine

I know we both love each other
I know that neither would say that ever
We're so scared of our past
We let it define us
But nothing can define love

Still we want to fight
Doesn't matter why
Still we want to fight
It's like we don't like the light
Still we want to fight
Fight, fight, fight

I remember when you looked quickly
Right in front of my family
You through me the sweetest glance
Your kind, all mischievous
I remember blushing
I looked down at the ground
It struck me like lightning
And...

I am writing this series of Crisa Lang and stuff so I just finished writing the third and final book and I am so proud of myself for going through all of this! I was absolutely on fire that day! I know that this isn't very long but I'm so proud of myself that I don't have words XD.

So if I could only write once more in my life, I would probably spend a great deal of time over that last time by writing letters to everyone I would wish to, write more of my stories.... I don't know, this is so very hard. I mean, writing is my life so I just am kind of struggling with this. I DON'T KNOW! OMG I'M FREAKING OUT JUST THING ABOUT THIS! Sorry, LyraLynne, I suck at this prompt XD.
 

I want to be an author.

I want to be a singer.

I want to be strong.

I want to be brave.

I want to be happy with who I am.

I want to be funny.

I want to be skinny.

I want to be loved by everyone.

I want to be smart.

I want to be a veterinarian.

I want to be best in class.

I want to be respected.

I want to be cool.

I want to be considered popular.

I want to be who I want to be.

1. Draco Malfoy
2. Hermione Granger
3. Luna Lovegood
4. Fred & George Weasley
5. Tonks
6. Remus Lupin
7. Sirius Black
8. Harry Potter
9. Ginny Weasley
10. Neville Longbottom

Love. Why is it considered not OK to be part of the LGBTQIA community? Why are there wars? Why must we hurt each other? Our world is based on a lack of love. There would be no racism, no sexism, no hate if there was love. If there was one world problem that I could change, It would be our love and the way we love. We need to do things for love and I don't understand why we cannot. The Holocaust never would've happened if I could've changed that. Nothing in the history of hate and wars and fear and anger would've happened if love was more in our hearts. So if I would change anything in the history of humankind and the future and the present of humankind, I would say that love would be the most important thing to change. If I was in charge, it would already be so.

5. Tell us about you- what are you like? (or think you are like)
I am tall and slightly curvy. I have an hourglass as a body shape. I am kind and I'm sad too. I'm funny and I like to think that I'm a good writer. I can be a bit of a savage if anyone's going to mess with me so back off JK. I don't really know, I'm kind of awful at describing myself and personality and stuff. I like to think that I'm a good person.

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I froze as our sixth grade teacher pulled out a stack of little pieces of paper. I even recognized some of them. Love notes, hate notes, just notes. She had been collecting notes that we'd passed over the year. I saw the looks of fear over everyone's faces. What horrors had we said? Mrs. Ray shook out a post-it dramatically. She investigated us over her spectacles. She began to read. "Cynthia, I love you. You're really pretty. You're tall and athletic and also really smart. From, Jake." Mrs. Ray paused. "No response." I could feel my face burning. I looked over at Jake. I couldn't believe he'd actually wrote that about me. And he'd never given to me either. Mrs. Ray looked directly at me. "How very romantic. Am I right, Cynthia?" I nodded.

Something Worth Mentioning

The Olympics are a big deal and we have watched them every year that I can remember. I, however, had no idea that Paralympics actually existed. I was fascinated that no one had made a big deal of them. Everyone just talks about Micheal Phelps and Usain Bolt. I was filled with awe and respect as I saw people with disabilities doing such things. If my legs couldn't work, I feel like I would just give up on ever following my dreams. But to see them do that is truly heartening. Think about how much good it would do people to know that people are doing things like that with disabilites. It is amazing to think that way and I wish that the Paralympics would get more attention. So I have to ask you this. How many people watch the Paralympics? How many?

My brother just got a broken jaw :( He was in hospital for several hours before getting surgery. It was broken in two places and now he has titanium plates and screws in his jaw. One of his teeth was ripped out. His face is huge and puffy now. He and another brother were running down the hall. Their legs tangled together and his head got trapped in between my other brother's knee and the floor. Poor guy, he's just eight. I'd love if you could all send out your prayers to him and my mother who is working hard to keep him happy and healthy.

    "Jesse?" I whispered apprehensively. "What's up? They're friendly, you can put the gun down. They're letting us go." I carefully placed my hand on my knife, ready to fight if I had to. "Jesse, please put the gun down." He didn't move. "Jesse, please, they're really nice people. I trust them."
    "Baby doll, they're about the last trust worthy people you could ever meet in your life. Including me." Jesse's eyes didn't leave Belladonna's face.
    "What do you mean?" I ignored the fact that Jesse had just called me a baby doll.
    "I mean that Crossfire is a criminal who has killed over 2,000 people with Madame Belladonna by his side the whole time. I was looking through their records. Man, woman, child, it doesn't matter. They would do anything for a bit of power." Jesse's eyes were burning like fire.
    "Jesse, they're helping me," I gasped unable to believe my ears. "They're helping me...

4. You're home alone. An intruder breaks in. What do you expect you'd have done in that scenario?
Well, for one, I lock all of the doors when I'm home alone particularly for that reason. I also usually carry a big bag of books around because I'm a total Hermione and stuff so that's always great protection. I'd probably call the police and even though I'm inclined to fight, I wouldn't want to provoke him so I might hide with a thing that I can fight back with. Like my pocket knife. Like I said, police, hiding, no provoking. Good plan, I think.

"He sighs, he dies
He takes my sins and wretchedness
He lives, forgives
He gives me his own righteousness
Worthy is the Lamb...."

The whole church congregation was singing with all of their hearts, beautiful and strong. It was flowing as if they had recited it over and over for a concert. The whole church was swaying almost unconsciously as they belted out the refrain.

Jamie's eyes darted over the whole crowd. Her eyes filled with tears and spilled over. She had planned this for weeks but now that she was in the moment, she couldn't.

"I don't!" she screamed. "I don't believe! I've never believe! I never will! God is not real! He can't be! I know that he is not!"

Jame shook her head taking the image out of her head and looked over at her fellow friends. She swallowed hard. There was Carrie who'd survived during the car crash that had almost sent her into a coma....

1. Just because you're a feminist that doesn't mean you have to hate men.

2. Just because you're a feminist that doesn't mean you have to be pro-choice.

3. Just because you're a feminist that doesn't mean you have to be a Democrat.

4. Just because you're a feminist doesn't mean you have to wear revealing clothes.

5. But if you're going to be a feminist you can't believe that men are better than you.

6. You can't stand for sexism or sexist people.

7. You can't pull down your fellow women.

Anyone can be a feminist. You just have to believe in equal rights. You can be a feminist. Don't be sexist. Please.

I ran my fingers through the still water.

I could feel the quietness of the pond.

The area pulsed with beauty.

I breathed in the cool spring air and imagined what this pond would look like in a few weeks, bristling with life.

Frogs, crickets, and water bugs would inhabit the water and green algae would cover the top of the water.

I turned to go, leaving Cold Spring Pond behind me.

Oh I know that you've been struggling
And I know it's hard
I've been through the same things
I can relate with all of my heart
Because sometimes life hurts
And you feel the worst
But together
We can make it better
Cos you really are adored
You're really worth all
And anyone who says different
Can just go to hell

So don't tell me
That you're not loved
So don't tell me
That you're not adored

I know we kind of both have broken hearts
But as friends, let's fix the parts
Maybe someday our hearts will become two
But for now, I'll share my heart with you
(Don't tell me)
That you're not loved forever
(Don't tell me)
Cos we're in this together
(Don't tell me)
(Don't tell me)

I know that sometimes
You want to bang your head on the wall
I feel the same way
Don't feel bad at all
Just try to deny
That you're...

resident,
You say that you are for everyone? For men and women? Let me tell you something Donald. You are not for women. You never have been. You never will be. After all of the things that you have done to women, you think you have the right to say that? You think that you can tell all of us strong, independent, worthy women that you are for them? That you are representing women? That you are representing the country? No. You don't represent me. I represent me. You respect women? You don't Donald. You never have. You most likely never will. You hold no respect from me. You never will. You need to prove something to me that you respect and represent me. You have not proved this. You are an awful person. It was once an honor to meet the president. That is, until you walked in. I would've loved to meet President Obama. You? Never. Do you...

OK NOT TO PICK ON ANYONE BUT DID ANYBODY NOTICE THAT THE FIRST LADY STOPPED STANDING UP TO CLAP AND LOOKED LIKE SHE WANTED TO MURDER TRUMP?

Yesterday, a very honourable and very red sock was taken away from us. This sock had lived a very long and stinky life. After six years of use, forty year old Jay Jay seemed to have no use for it. We will all greatly miss this sock which was discovered in the trash by six year old John.

They say that bisexuality is a sin. Does that make love a sin? Does that make feeling a sin? Why is it a sin? Am I a sin? Is my existence sinful? Someone, tell me that I am not. Tell me that I am not sinful because I'm in love with a girl. I love both guys and girls. Why is love a sin?

Year one: I was born on the 7th of September, 2003. I was the first in a line of six children.

Year two: I was moved to Minnesota from Iowa.

Year three: N/A

Year four: N/A

Year five: My dad said I was six and I about threw a fit.

Year six: We moved from the only house I remembered living in and I was absolutely devastated. We didn't settle for almost a year.

Year seven: We moved into a friend's house before moving into out current house. I love this house and it is my life XD.

Year eight: I was really adjusting to the house we moved into. I got alopecia, a hair loss condition that I inherited from my dad.

Year nine: I'm totally going dairy free and I'm totally allergic to dairy.

Year ten: I got picked on by two boys who are now extremely important in my life, and I toughed up. I changed from...

President Trump
You split our hearts
You made us fight
Over your hate
You ripped apart families
Ripped them at the seams
You tore our self esteem
Make us lower than your throne
You think that you can make us love you
But there's always someone who's willing to fight back
If that has to be me
Then I'll let it be
I'll fight your sexism
Your racism
You will not be my role model
The president should
You should represent the country
But you will never represent us

Jenny was a beautiful princess. Her hair was like golden honey - her eyes like the ocean blue. She wore the most beautiful dresses of all time - no one's clothing even resembled hers. She had slim white fingers that could sew anything that she only kept for herself. Her pale face was decorated by her rosy cheeks that glowed when she was facing the sunset. She loved everything beautiful, painted all day long, and sang to please the passerby. For she, beautiful Princess Jenny was trapped in a dark gloomy tower.

Evil spirits had been painted on the walls to haunt her perfect dreams. There were no doors to the tower, only one lonely window. It was thousands of feet up and the passerby she sang to were only birds. For, surrounded by miles of lava, she could sing to none else. Except for the dragon who blew up every daring prince who wished to save her. Alone and...

One inch
A life in progress
Always growing
Free and lawless
It held,
A mighty fortress
Against raging wind
It stood
Guarding
All who stay
Underneath for
A home
Painted green
And brown
Green roof
Brown sides
It fell when time
Said
It faded
When life
Ends
Hazy sky
Wet earth
Into the ground
Turned into dirt

 
You struck down my heart
Gave me reason to die
You struck down my heart
And now I’m asking you why
You said no
Why did you say no?
Give me a reason you said no
Why is the answer no?
No, no, no
 
I was walking on a line
Wondering if I should cross to your side
It’d only take a step
I’d be pouring my heart in your hands
Finally I went over
Told you I was you lover
It all went wrong from there
I think your hands were made to tear
Over, I crossed
And I lost
Lost, lost, lost
 
You struck down my heart
Gave me reason to die
You struck down my heart
And now I’m asking you why
You said no
Why did you say no?
Give me a reason you said no
Why is the answer no?
No, no, no
 
Honey, should I hate you now?
Since my...

Imagine being torn away from your family

Imagine being sent away

Why?

Just because Donald Trump doesn't want you in his country

Imagine having to leave your kids

Imagine knowing that they will be without you

Imagine never seeing them again

Imagine that you never get to hug them again

Imagine seeing your parents torn away

Imagine watching them walk away

Imagine they left you behind

Why?

Because Donald Trump is a f***ing idiot

Imagine

And tell me he is a worthy man
 

2. What are five items of clothing you wear a lot?
OK, to be honest, this is going to be really quite hard but I will always try ;P. I where jeans every day. I always where jeans, I am rarely seen without jeans. Church, day-to-day, parties, everything. I am sometimes seen in other things like sweatpants but not very often to be honest with you all. I always wear socks and stuff. I don't have sandals or anything so I like socks. I love my rubber boots. My dad gives me a hard time but I'm a farm girl and I love the woods. I NEED MY RUBBER BOOTS. I also wear underwear everyday so I think that counts as a lot but.... yeah.... *blushes and looks away* I also like to wear headbands which is due to my alopecia.

I slowly walked through the cave. I had been walking for days upon days. My map was worthless. It appeared to be that several areas had not been included in the sketch so I was left in the dark. I groped my way through the cave. My hands slid over the dripping dark walls. I shivered as several droplets of water crawled over my wrists and made veins along my arms. I closed my fingers and tentatively stepped forward. The area was rocky and the rough terrain scared me. If I fell and got knocked out - I would never be found. By the time I came to conscious, I might have been frozen to death. I had to keep moving to stay alive. I looked back as a sound echoed through the cave. I would not be able to see anything if someone was chasing me down. The cave was almost pitch black. My adjusted eyes and naturally good...

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I’m up at six o’ clock
In the morning
Sipping on my tea
Leave me alone
Need some time on my own, baby
Eat a slow breakfast at ten
Leave the dishes for my friends
Watch some movies
Eat some M&M’s with cookies
By two
I’m in my room
Drawing a picture
Of me with my sister
 
Oh, baby
But why
Does this make me cry?
It's been so long
I should be over this by now
 
Cos days like this
Remind me of you
When we’d chill on the sofa
You’d promise you’d never go
I can’t look into blue eyes
Without thinking ‘bout you, I
Can’t bear to lift weights
Since you taught me how
Not to break under their strain
I won’t be bullied without
Laughing in their face
Cos it reminds me how
You’d lash back
Baby, why did you have to
Break me like that?
Oh
Oh, no
 
I remember when
We...

1. Appearance wise, clothes not included, what do you look like?

I am 5'7" and I have a healthy weight. My hair is a coppery colour and it is all sorts of colours in the sun. It almost reaches my waist. The sad part is, I have alopecia so that's not cool. I am taller than most of my friends - I believe that one is taller than I am which is sad and happy at the same time because I feel a bit like a freak. I have bright blue eyes, dark eyebrows, and long eyelashes that a lot of people are jealous of. (It's getting old XD) I have pretty straight teeth - I've had braces but they're still not perfect. What is though? My fingernails are freaky short because I bit them all off when I was worried over a test the other day and besides, my piano teacher insists on no fingernails. I don't generally wear...

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President,
You say that you are for everyone? For men and women? Let me tell you something Donald. You are not for women. You never have been. You never will be. After all of the things that you have done to women, you think you have the right to say that? You think that you can tell all of us strong, independent, worthy women that you are for them? That you are representing women? That you are representing the country? No. You don't represent me. I represent me. You respect women? You don't Donald. You never have. You most likely never will. You hold no respect from me. You never will. You need to prove something to me that you respect and represent me. You have not proved this. You are an awful person. It was once an honor to meet the president. That is, until you walked in. I would've loved to meet President Obama. You? Never. Do you...

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Oh hat
You've shielded me from the sun
From the sun
Oh hat
You've kept this old cowboy cool
Oh so cool
I left you home once
I went to have some fun
It was the worst mistake of my life
Worse than the time I divorced my wife
And that was bad
She slapped this old man
Oh yes she did
And I'm getting off topic
Oh hat
I love you so much
You keep me shaded from the sun
Oh my hat
I'll take of my shirt
I'll take off my pants
Although that sounds dumb
I would take off my pants
Before I released my good ol' hat
 

I would love if you all would check BlueWriter out. We have been internet friends since September and she's really important to me. She's always been a loyal friend who has been there for me but more than that: She's a great writer and if you would like to check out a piece of hers, I really like Life Sound Color and You is really great too!

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Laika  is my featured writer number 5! She is probably the best writer on here. I don't want to offend anyone but she is truly fantastical. She is also a remarkably strong woman. In her interview on the Write the World blog, she talks of her illnesses as she does in her piece, Tomorrow. I would reckomend you all check out One with the Wind.

I live in Minnesota. I live in the place that is famous for it's weather. The constant ever-changing weather. But Minnesota is no desert. The hottest I've seen it get is maybe in the high 90's and I don't think I've seen it hit 100. I'm no weather lady however and I can't be sure, of course.

This state is weather crazy but Minnesota is well known for its cold harsh winters. Me and my siblings run outdoors all of the time in the winter, running around and sledding and making snowmen. My siblings will sometimes complain of the cold. Common response: "You're a Minnesotan. Toughen up."

If one winter it didn't snow, Minnesotans might just die. Minnesotans use winter, revel in winter. The climate is warming up and that may be inevitable but it is coming too fast. We need to be aware of our climate. And if it takes a snowless winter, then we totally did something wrong.

OK, guys, I'm not allowed to name a body part during this and this challenge is going to be really difficult but I am trying as hard as I can. I'm going to use this symbol (*) to "bleep" out body parts. Just so you all know, it's not swear words or anything that I'm "bleeping" out lol.

I looked deep into his blue ****. They sparkled at me. I lend forward. Our ***** entwined and clasped together. I placed my **** on his. We kissed for a long while. He let go of my **** and stepped back. I looked down at my ****, embarrassed to look at him.

    No. What happened? I was fighting right? I don't really remember what just happened. I was holding a sword. Where is my sword? Someone threw something at me. A bomb.
   
    "When one dies, they enter a sort of void. There is no sound, no space, no colour. The Void is empty. The Void only allows for thoughts and even these will someday die away. There is no time, no sense of time. There is nothing. If you were a bad person, you will be stuck with revolving thoughts for the rest of time. Or the lack of time. It will drive you crazy to the point where you do not care, or perhaps, you will be released if The Void is feeling kind. If you were a good person, the thoughts will die and you will go into a kind of imaginary land. You will have heaven acting out in your mind for as long as the...

1. Nothing is impossible, the word itself says “I'm possible”! —Audrey Hepburn.

2. Peterson's never give up! — My Dad/family/me.

P.S. Peterson is my last name

    A girl anxiously clutched a locket to her chest. It contained the picture of her one and only true love. Sam had left her this locket and she had made Sam one of herself. It was her only prized possession - the only thing that she truly held dear. Nothing else mattered to her. She was was hiding. Hiding from the man who wished to court her. He was in the house. She leaned against the oak tree, soaking in the sounds of night and reflecting on all of the good days that she and Sam had shared. The girl sunk to sit at the base of the tree and felt tears come to her eyes. Sam had to leave. It was unconventional. People were scared. People thought that they had to separate the girl and Sam. The girl knew she could say nothing - people would just laugh at her tears. It was the early nineteenth century and people...

Call out to Bellbell0307! She's a great writer and she's a great supportive person! I would check out You by Bellbell0307. It has a powerful message. She's a great person!

I would love if you all would check BlueWriter out. We are internet friends since September and she's really important to me. She's a great writer and if you would like to check out a piece of hers, I really like Life Sound Color and You is really great too!

"I don't love you!" he shrieked. The boot flew through the air and hit me hard in the knee. I staggered backwards, still afraid to let him outside. "I've never loved you and I never will!" I collapsed, not because my knee was developing a bruise but because I'd always thought he had. He does doesn't he?

"You're the meanest sister in the world. You should earn the Mean Sister Championship." She sneered at my shocked face. "You're just mean mean and more mean. You don't let me do anything. You're just a little baby." She hit me in the stomach while passing.

I reached my arms towards my baby brother, smiling at him. He was snatched up by my other brother. "Don't go to her," he said. "She's a beast. Let's stay away from the mean beastie sister, right?" he cooed in the baby's face. I was lost, I could say nothing.

Countless hours of note taking, crying in...

You're so much ruder to me
When you're hanging out with your buddies
It's like you think you're
Showing off
But to be honest
You're no boss
I wish that you could be
The good man that I see
I wish that I was
Capable of telling you my love
But if you said it first
Baby we'd own the world
I don't think you know
I'm good at putting on a show
But you can't hide
I can smell a cheat from a mile
I know what you think
So why you still hiding from me?

It hurts when you laugh
It hurts when you talk
It hurts when I feel your pain
It's like you don't know how to realize
That I can see love in your eyes
So love why don't just give
Your hand to me
Just stop faking

Cos we could rule the world
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
We could own it
We could own...

1. Jenna put all she had into the race yet still failed.

2. Jenna pumped her legs - sure she couldn't try any harder. Her heart broke when she saw she was in second place by 0.03 seconds.

3. Jenna threw her self forward putting her entire soul into the race. She inched forward and crossed the line - sure she had won. She looked over at the bright red letters. She had heartbreakingly lost by 0.03 seconds. She looked over at the person who had won - her arch enemy. Taylor tauntingly smirked.

Rose Tyler is a sweet girl
Donna Noble makes a head whirl
Martha Jones keeps you running
Captain Jack is very cunning
 
The Master can outwit them all
The Master will always be their fall
Yet their loyalty he cannot match
It makes them all a tricky catch

Verse One:
I’ve been here
For all of seven years
I've been searching for your heart
I did everything you could’ve asked
How long will this last?
Cos
I keep going back and forth
Think you love me
Then you don’t
Opened the doors;
You smiled my way
Offered my hand but you
Pushed it away
Everyone says you're friendly
You've drawing personality
Times were once different
That's why I gotta get out
Don't think of our past
We've forgiven it but
How far are you willing to go?
Are we just friends or
Are we something more?
You’re leaving my heart sore
 
Pre-Chorus:
Give me a reason I shouldn’t cut you outta my life
Give me a reason I shouldn’t give up
But there’s one reason that’s enough
Reason can’t conquer my heart
 
Chorus:
I can’t, I can’t let you go
My heart won’t give up, oh no
Every time I try and step away
A shock...

The second writer I want all of you to check out is Riley Noel. She is an amazing inspiration and an extremely kind person. She has been a great supporter of what I have wrote on her. A piece that I really appreciate by her is Worth It so please go check her out for me.

Please go check out the piece Untitled by Aussie23. It is so good with a strong message for all people!

It's sad and it's dark but it believes in everyone. Music and writing are what it's made out of.

• kindness
• love
• a nice smile
• respect
• if they like to write
• singing
• a sense of humour
• a daredevil personality
• reading

    It is 2018. Why are women still discriminated against? Why is it still considered wrong to love someone of the same sex? Women, of course, are in a much better position than they used to be. Same sex marriage is legal. And yet, I have been teased that I am weak or stupid just because I am a girl. That maybe I am less than my male friends just because I was born a female? How is that in any way considered okay? I am, of course, different than my male friends. We are quite different. Everyone is different. But I am smarter than most people I've met. I don't mean to brag but it's true. Several guys I know would not have passed classes very well if I hadn't been there to help them along the way. They'd never admit it but if it hadn't been for me, several things might have gone wrong. I have got them out...

    The young woman was singing Set Fire to the Rain when I walked in with Crossfire. She looked very similar to Beyonce, tall and curvy. She was dark skinned and had beautiful dark brown hair. It was tightly braided and almost fell past her lower back. It was quite an elegant braid as though she were an expert in such things. "Crossfire, I said to stop bringing in hostages," she sighed. "I don't want to have to wipe their memories anymore."
    "Madame Belladonna, I had no intention of displeasing you. However, she could be essential to our plan." Crossfire bowed before Madame Belladonna/ the Grand Master.
    "How?" Madame Belladonna looked as though she'd had enough of Crossfire. "I don't see how a young girl could change the world."
    I frowned. "Tell me, why am I here?"
    "Bow before the Grand Master!" Crossfire shreiked.
    "I apologize," Madame Belladonna gasped. "Call me Belladonna. And how is...

The writer I want you all to check out today is Aussie23 who is a truly inspirational writer. She is one of my best friends and I've known her for many years. She writes honest pieces and she has never lied to me, as far as I know. If you want to read on of her pieces, check out Love or I Try.

Timapare

Derived from the Latin words timentes (scared), apud (in), and amare (love)

Meaning: that feeling when you're in love but you're scared of the outcome

Example: She was a young girl, timapare, but she faced life like a true sport.

It's cold
The snow is two feet deep
It's old
The wind started way before January
It's fun
The snow sticks and we make snowmen
It's warm
We light the wood stove and cuddle near it
It's crazy
It's like it wants the world to stay cold and dull
It's relentless
It beats us all up
It's Minnesota
I should really just shut my mouth

 

1. This Is Our Home - Part One by BellBell0307
2. Explanation by CreativeAngel
3. The Authors of Our Lives by Reanimated
4. Run by CreativeAngel
5. Wild Ones by Dani A. Remlap
6. Give Up? by CreativeAngel
7. How to Plant a Kiss by camlily
8. The Price of Stardom by I.C. Fynnheart
9. Prologue by Dani A. Remlap
10. Hey ladies so I had another catcalling experience and this time I retaliated and it was funny as frick so you should read this if you want to know how to OWN a catcaller by LackingASocialLife
11. Typical Home for the Fortunate by Nausicaa

https://writetheworld.com/groups/1/shared/53635/version/103569

The wind rushed and blew the leaves across the forest. The forest darkened. I cringed back and I knew that something was coming. It flew slowly but the forest sensed its presence. The forest told me of its arrival. The forest reflected everything. The forest knew. The wind howled and the trees bowed.

The forest felt the gravity of the situation.

Hey, guys I'm making a list of pieces you guys should check out and if you have one or two pieces that you're really proud of or want read I will feature that/those piece(s) in that piece that I'm forming. Comment at will!
Kaitlyn

1.  Confident by Demi Lovato -- I have to point out, the music video for this song is so badass, I absolutely love it. Demi Lovato is a complete boss and this song really points that out. She has struggled with many things in her past as we have and as we all do. This song really defies everyone who held her back and she steps forward being the boss that all women should be. And she is right, what is wrong wrong with being confident?
2. Scars to Your Beautiful by Alessia Cara-- Alessia Cara is an inspiration for all women. She is proud of herself and her body, she doesn't feel the need to wear makeup or revealing clothing. She has even come onto stage wearing sweatpants and a loose tank-top. She has struggled with hair loss and that is what inspired this song. She wants to remind all women that they are worth more than the world...

I was violently thrown against the wall by Roshco. His muscles flexed again, almost involuntarily. I cringed away. "You should have never been here!" I bellowed at him.

"You jerk," Roshco laughed.

"I know that Jenny let you know where our location was!" I shrieked at him. "I never trusted her."

"She didn't betray you, darling," Roshco scoffed.

"....She didn't?"

    

1. Say No to Trump by zhengk23
2. Trump and Abortion by ashleeannb18
3. Notice by BlueWriter
4. 44 by RedWriter
5. INeedMe by riacassxoxo
6. Best Friends Forever by camlily
7. The Authors of our Lives by Reanimated
8. Hey I'm back but I'm too mad to be doing the challenge right now so why don't I just see your opinions on this scenario instead? by LackingASocialLife
9. Break Me by TheWildTimTam
10. Make America Great Again? by TheWildTimTam
11. Trump. by RedWriter
12. Truth or Dare by ste11ar
13. Advice to Novelist by LyraLynne
14. Female Rage Dream Sequence by Zoe G.
15. Worth It by Riley Noel
16. Call Me a Feminist by Nicholi
17. An Open Letter to Those Who Need it by Dani A. Remlap
18. Wild Ones by Dani A. Remlap
19. Tomorrow by Laika
20. How to Plant a Kiss by camlily
21. Being a feminist is becoming increasingly difficult by Chang Wen Yee
22. Science vs. Christianity: The Ultimate Debate by LyraLynne
23. 30 day writing prompt! by LackingASocialLife
24. Things to Remember :D by LackingASocialLife
...

OMG HOW DID THE MINNESOTA VIKINGS JUST GET TO THE CHAMPIONSHIP!?

1. Demi Lovato
2. Adele
3. Beyonce
4. Charlie Puth
5. Bruno Mars
6. Alessia Cara
7. Miley Cyrus
8. Katy Perry
9. Lady GaGa
10. Kesha
11. Rihanna
12. Eminem
13. Macklemore
14. Carrie Underwood
15. Ed Sheeran
16. P!nk
17. Justin Bieber (ish I wish he was a more responsible person)
     

    Adele has always named her albums after the age she is then. I think that it signifies something. This is how she feels when she is 19, 21, or 25. This is her view on love. Adele is now a married woman with two children. Adele has had a few family struggles, with a father who she is hardly even acquainted with but she and her mother have a healthy relationship. She is an incredibly famous singer with a fabulous voice. There is, however, something more to her than a voice. I once heard someone say, "When the world doesn't understand what you're going through, Adele does." I think that is so true, at least pertaining to love. Adele has wrote the majority of her songs over the relatable feeling of heartbreak. Her songs are fierce with a definite touch of loss of hope. I don't know how she manges this. I love almost every single song that Adele...

We are puppets

Puppets to fear

Puppets to love

Scared of being scared

It's like a drug

We bow to love

If love wishes on us

We bow to fear

When hate is near

That is why

I could never hate

I could never say

I won't listen

That's why

I like the bad guys

They are misunderstood

Puppets to all

That's why I can't

Hate on Draco at all


 

    Adele has always named her albums after the age she is then. I think that it signifies something. This is how she feels when she is 19, 21, or 25. This is her view on love. Adele is now a married woman with two children. Adele has had a few family struggles, with a father who she is hardly even acquainted with but she and her mother have a healthy relationship. She is an incredibly famous singer with a fabulous voice. There is, however, something more to her than a voice. I once heard someone say, "When the world doesn't understand what you're going through, Adele does." I think that is so true, at least pertaining to love. There has been much speculation and debate over whom 21 is about. He has been dubbed "Mr. 21" but Adele has not told whom he is and most likely never will. I love almost every single song that Adele has ever...

1. He had no friends or family and he had lost confidence in himself.

 

Hey everyone! If you want me to check out any of your pieces and review them I will! This will be a long term thing so don't feel afraid to come back to this place LOL. Hope that you will take this opportunity! Love you all!

Several people were already sleeping. Crisa tried hard not to be one of them. It was rather difficult. The librarian had a slow, boring voice that seemed to pound at Crisa’s head. “Books are the foundation of everything,” Ann Bore continued in the same monotonous tone. “Technology is ruling everything. Half the kids in America can’t even read the word ‘cat’. Not enough of our children are reading books. They are reading text messages.”
 
Crisa glanced at the girl opposite her. Pure misery was flooding her eyes. Cris felt her pain. There was a dull throbbing in her head due to the librarian’s voice, and the room was hot and stuffy. It was almost hard to breath.
 
“I love books. Books are the foundation of all learning and teaching. I’m a librarian because I want to spread the word. Books are amazing.” Crisa stared at her fingers. She was sick of looking at Ms. Bore’s fixed smile. The...

Jane (walks up to the monster): Hi, how are you?

Monster: Give me what I wish.

Jane: Hi, how are you?

Monster: You are very trying.

Jane: Hi, how are you?

Monster: Shut up.

Jane: Hi, how are you?

Monster: Give it to me!

Jane: Hi, how are you?

Monster: What is wrong with you?

Jane: Hi how are you?

Monster: Oh

Jane: Hi, how are you?

Monster: You're a robot.

Jane: Hi, how are you?

 

There was a man
Who entered a motel
He intended to tell his love
A kind farewell

He was off to war
With his relatives
He was sore
Tired of bickering

He was off to battle
Fight his own soul
The crimes he guilty of
He so very cold

There his lover sat
Her face still
She had heard of his madness
Against his will

She locks him out
His pride fell
No more was heard
Of the man in the motel

 

This is the list of things I look for in a significant other:

• a kind heart
• smart - I couldn't handle someone dumb
• good looks - obviously I mean that's the main source of attraction, right?
• a funny personality
• someone who admits when they're wrong
• someone who cares for me
• someone who doesn't want or need to hold my hand all day long
• they need to be ready for my ambitions
• they need to be OK with my personality
• I write and y'all need to be cool with dat

    So I basically embarrass myself all of the time and I don't even know why. I'm not clumsy or anything but I think I'm embarrassed by everything. So here's a skit of the last time I remember being embarrassed. I have a crush on Fred Horsch as some of you may know.

This is Bible Study:

Mr. Jayden: So, Kaitlyn, what do you really wish for and did you get it?

Me: Um... I want a horse.

Ray (Class Clown): YOU WANT A HORSCH?

Me:

(Everyone starts laughing while I blush)

Me: No, a horse.

Fred: (looks very embarrassed)

Ray (He never shuts up): Ahem, everyone, I would like a Horsch.

(Everyone starts laughing again)

Mr. Jayden: What kind of horse?

Ray: What kind of Horsch?

(Laughing)

Me: Um.... I don't know.

Fred (who kind of looks like he wants to talk about anything but Horsch's): Just name a few.

Me: I like Arabians.

Ray (I'm going to kill...

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That's really hard.....



I don't know if I have a worst....




Most are just pretty stay at home.....





With cake.....





And a meal of our choice....







And presents......






I think maybe the worst was when my parents stopped giving me birthday spankings.....







I know what you're thinking....




Sorry.....





I'll just stop this torture.....

    "You... have been babbling.... for ... five hours STRAIGHT!" Crossfire shrieked. "Do you EVER shut UP?"
    I solemnly looked up at him. My hands were held with metal cuffs that were digging into my skin. "Probably not. How much longer are we going to walk?" Crossfire opened his mouth. "I mean, I know, you probably don't even know. You said it would be a short walk but of course, as you've already so intelligently pointed out, it's been five hours. I mean, do you do this every day or what? Cos you have to have some pretty impressive legs to do this every single dang day. Really? It's just so fascinating and I've been trained so well. I don't even know if I could do this every single day. TWICE! You're just a really impressive fire aren't you?"
    "If you say.... another word... you will be... thrown... into prison... for this... nonsense." Crossfire was breathing deeply through...

    Adele has always named her albums after the age she is then. I think that it signifies something. This is how she feels when she is 19, 21, or 25. This is her view on love. Adele is now a married woman with two children. Adele has had a few family struggles, with a father who she is hardly even acquainted with but she and her mother have a healthy relationship. She is an incredibly famous singer with a fabulous voice. There is, however, something more to her than a voice. I once heard someone say, "When the world doesn't understand what you're going through, Adele does." I think that is so true, at least pertaining to love. There has been much speculation and debate over whom 21 is about. He has been dubbed "Mr. 21" but Adele has not told whom he is and most likely never will. I love almost every single song that Adele has ever...

    Adele has always named her albums after the age she is then. I think that it signifies something. This is how she feels when she is 19, 21, or 25. This is her view on love. Adele is now a married woman with two children. She is an incredibly famous singer with a fabulous voice. There is, however, something more to her than a voice. I once heard someone say, "When the world doesn't understand what you're going through, Adele does." I think that is so true, at least pertaining to love. I love almost every single song that Adele has ever made but I feel I must shine special attention on her second album of three, 21.
    I've always found something special in Adele's music and especially so in 21. The whole album is a mixture of emotion, pain, fear, strength, and of course, love. The first song on the track, Rolling in the Deep,has a...

    Due to the request of LackingASocialLife, I am writing a piece that describes the feeling of love. I am no "love expert" or anything, I've never really seriously dated anyone. I've had a boyfriend or two and a crush for seven years. I have to tell you all, love hurts. Love burns you inside and out. Love takes you and crushes you. Love breaks you and laughs the whole damn time. But that hasn't stopped me. That hasn't hindered me from asking for more. I still throw myself into the feeling. I step back, gasping from how much love has hurt me, then I just walk back into the storm of it all. But that's just the introduction. I'm just warning everyone. Love is beautiful but love is ugly. Love is warm and soft but so cold and harsh. I have told you the things that happen when you fall in love - now let's look at the...

    Due to the request of LackingASocialLife, I am writing a piece that describes the feeling of love. I am no "love expert" or anything, I've never really seriously dated anyone. I've had a boyfriend or two and a crush for seven years. I have to tell you all, love hurts. Love burns you inside and out. Love takes you and crushes you. Love breaks you and laughs the whole damn time. But that hasn't stopped me. That hasn't hindered me from asking for more. I still throw myself into the feeling. I step back, gasping from how much love has hurt me, then I just walk back into the storm of it all. But that's just the introduction. I'm just warning everyone. Love is beautiful but love is ugly. Love is warm and soft but so cold and harsh. I have told you the things that happen when you fall in love - now let's look at the...

                                                        She shook as she picked up the lottery card.






                                                            She shook as she picked up the death-bringing lottery card.

1. Diligently practice my piano and make my piano teacher proud.
2. Get all A's and make my parents proud.
3. Read 52 books in 52 weeks.
4. Exercise every day except for Sunday's.
5. This fits with #5. Get fit.
6. Spend more time with my puppy.
7. Tell my crush I like him. (After seven years, I really need to do this)
8. Finish some more novels.

I want to thank every one of my followers, every one I've followed, and everyone in between. I'm so grateful for all of your support and the great stories you all write. Thank you for helping me follow my dream and I love all of my fans. When I got to this website, I never thought that I would have anyone say to me that I'm an inspirational writer. I have now had over five people tell me that. I love you all and I wish you Happy Holidays. You all mean the world to me and I hope to see you guys follow your dreams. <3

    I stiffened. That voice hadn't been mine. I lifted the dagger and turned. Jesse sprung up beside me. There was a man, dressed in all black. I could not see his face. "Who are you?" I questioned. I felt Jesse slip my real dagger into my fingers. I tightened my grip on it. "Spear?" I breathed.
    "On it." Jesse was very clever at concealing himself from the enemy. He could shroud weapons up to the point where he started using them. The instant I would use my spear or dagger against the man, he would see them. I threw my fake dagger across the room and stealthily stuck my real one into it's sheath. I felt the spear enter my other hand and I stayed very still to be as safe as possible. There were no bombs in the room but I saw Jesse stick his real sword away.
    "I am Crossfire," the man's voice slithered. "I...

    My bag flew off the ground, swept off by the wind. I groaned. A fence caught the papers before they went far away but it would not be an easy job. "Kaitlyn, go get it," Edward criticized.
    "I am," I growled back at him. God, Edward could get on my nerves some days.
    "Edward, go help her," Jeannie scolded. I smiled gratefully at her.
    "But she's a girl," he groaned.
    "Wow, I hadn't noticed," I snapped back at him.
    "I'll help her." Fred stood up from the ground and smiled at me.
    I swallowed hard. Act calm, I chided myself, don't let him think that you're an idiot. "Thank you, so much." He nodded. Fred was a good kid. I picked up the bag and stuffed some of the papers in it. Fred held several papers and nicely placed them in my bag, much nicer than I had. "Thank you," I whispered. He said...

    Crisa sighed in comfort as she reached the woods. This was her safe haven. Nature. She loved her friends, Shawn and Karen, but sometimes she just needed to be alone and separate from the world. A chickadee chirped at her from its delicate branches. "Chick-a-dee-dee-dee-dee-dee," Crisa called at it. It sang back at her with evident cheer. Crisa swung up into a tree, her tree."I love the wild," she sighed. She gasped at the sight of a doe with her fawn. They softly blinked at her with serenity. "You all look so happy." The doe trotted off with her fawn at her heels. "This is perfect."

Dear ____, thank you for the best week I've ever had. When I went to camp that week, I'd never expected to create such a friendship. You were my boyfriend. We were only together for five days but I connected to you in a way that I have never connected to any other guy. I know that I will never see you again. I often find myself saddened by that fact. Not only were you a "romantic partner" per say but my best friend. You understood me and I understood you. I do not think that I will connect with someone like that for a long while. Thank you for every second of every day.

Dear ______, when I joined Write the World and clicked on BlueWriter's profile, I never expected to have a lifelong friend within weeks. I never thought that we would spend hours messaging each other and evilly planning things. I would never have asked for such...

Things I will try to leave in 2017:

1. Fighting my brother all of the time. 
2. Not playing with my dog.
3. Spending the majority of my days on the computer.
4. Avoiding reasons to exercise.
5. Hiding who I really am.

Things I will keep for 2018:

1. Trying hard in school.
2. Writing about an hour a day.
3. Always trying to be kind to everyone even when others aren't.
4. Using celebs with normal bodies as an inspiration. (e.g. Adele, Beyonce, Demi Lovato)
5. Write the World

1. I look around, realizing that I'm quite bored.
2. I let all of the possibilities of the things I could do run through my mind.
3. One by one, I decline those possibilities.
4. I start craving food - really bad.
5. I start getting a headache.
6. I ask Mom if we can eat lunch early.
7. If she says yes, I ask how early. If she says no I start to sulk.
8. Assuming she says yes, I eat lunch.
9. I realize that eating only helps while your doing it so I keep eating.
10. Mom makes me leave the table and I do chores.
11. I get back inside the house and sit on the couch.
12. I then ask Mom what I should do.
13. She tells me all of the possibilities that I already considered.
14. I groan and pick up the computer.
15. I usually come to Write the World.
16. That usually helps.

    She held the gun up to his head, prepared to pull the trigger at any moment. He lifted his arm and she shot him without hesitation. He looked up at her face, somewhat similar, and said, "I missed you too sister."

This is so hard because I don't cry a ton especially in public. I'm kind of good at creating a shell over myself. I'm just going to make a list of the last few times I cried. (Some of them, I know, are quite silly)

When I found out that I had alopecia which is a disease that makes you lose your hair.

When I told my mom that I was mentally not in a good place.

At the end of Thor when Loki was crying.

When I had a fight with my dad. The worst was that it was so stupid.

The time I got a B on a math test.



 

    I bent backwards as the blunt sword sliced over my face. I righted myself and shoved my dagger back at Jesse. I flipped backwards in midair to avoid him striking me. When I hit the ground I twisted around and threw my fake bomb at him. It was the size of a quarter but it "exploded" to the size of about my fist. Jesse did a sideways twist in the air to get away from it but if it had been a real bomb, he would've been dead.
    In our training, we were entirely safe. The swords and daggers were slightly dangerous but we were fine and we knew how to not hurt each other. My reflexes were improving with Jesse as my partner; his fighting really made me think. We were not allowed to use our powers, just our physical strength and maneuvering.
    "You're too good some days," Jesse complained, dodging another one of my bombs....

    "What's wrong with my name?" Jesse spat after nearly an hour of debate over his name.
    "Your leader, what's his name?" Raska wondered gently.
    "Mr. Ruiner Leader Dude," I mocked.
    "No, it isn't," Jesse growled.
    "Bet you don't know what it is," I said back at him.
    "No...." he admitted.
    "Jesse," Raska admitted.
    "What?"
    "That's his name."
    "You're joking."
    "Sadly, no. Now let's figure out your name."
    "Let's call him King Sarcasm," I suggested innocently.
    Raska gave me an amused look. "How about not?"
    "It fits him," I pressed.
    "I'm sorry but I want to give him a better name, Death Star."
    I paused. "The Living Star?"
    "That's a possibility. What's his last name?"
    "My last name is Withers," Jesse growled.
    "Let's call him Horse Star," I continued.
    "Shut up, Jeannie."
    "Sarcasm Star."
    "I mean it." Jesse looked...

Thor:
While Thor strives to humble himself, Loki tries to be the better man by doing all of the right things the wrong way.

    I hate spaghetti. We have spaghetti all of the time. With sauce (EW) and bread sticks that I make myself. (MAJOR EW). Spaghetti is so slimy and slippery, it's like eating worms or something. It's got that wheaty taste with that blood red sauce, it's like eating worms covered in wine and sticks on the side. Truly gross. I would advise never ever eating spaghetti because it will change your life. For the worse, I'm sure. EW

    "I'm sick of him," I spat. I saw the look and Raska's face and immediately corrected myself. "I don't want him back in prison. He has been good to me and he's really trying. He's earned the respect of many. It's just, he follows me every where and he's so overly obsessed about going back into prison. I don't know if he thinks he's funny or what but it's really infuriating." Raska had not said anything so I continued to speak. "I sometimes think that he just wants me to throw him back in prison. Like that day you caught us arguing, he was talking about prison. He seems to think that I'll just throw him in prison for anything and everything and it's so stupid." I paused and glanced at Raska's face. "Are you just going to sit there and nod like some tongue tied idiot? Because you're really making me mad right now?" He remained silent. "Can...

    For the past several nights, I have stayed up watching Thor because if you didn't already know, I'm obsessed with that movie, particularly Loki. I have got to bed at around 9:30 or later which I know is probably early for some kids but whatever, Mom likes to monitor my sleep. I dream my nights away pondering over the things that previously happened and it keeps my sleep possibly more action filled than my life. (I one time woke up running around my bed because I thought I was a gopher) Anyway.... Mom wakes me up at 5:45, which for me, is way too early. I mean, I still haven't killed all of those bad guys! Really, Mom? I'm a growing teenager with active dreams. Let me sleep.
    We get up at 5:45 to do Algebra II with this math program that is absolute torture. The good thing is, I learn a lot from it. The bad thing...

1. I am a Christian.
2. I believe that every one is equal, no matter their sexuality, gender, or race.
3. I am part of the Indecisive Club. Yeah, Georgia!
4. Write the World is 3/4 of my life.
5. My celeb crush is Tom Hiddleston or more Loki....
6. I have four brothers.
7. I have one sister.
8. I am fourteen.
9. I am not body confident but I try to be.
10. I love Doctor Who. I mean really... it's awesome. Allons-y!
11. I am totally obsessed with music.
12. Writing and music are so awesome that I could go on and on and on and on.
13. I believe that if you are a good person, you deserve a place in heaven.
14. I believe that if you are a bad person, you still don't deserve to go to hell. I mean, really, my Jesus would never do that to anyone. Ever.
15. I am single but it's rather complicated....
16. Most people don't even know who I truly am. I am...

    "They're giving me weird looks," Jesse whispered at me as we walked down the hall together. I was assigned to constantly watch Jesse. Jesse was forbidden to use any kind of power and he had no place in the army. He was trying so hard but he was still continuously shunned by the other members of the PACK. Jesse still had trouble respecting Raska, getting along with the rest, and controlling his powers. Raska said that if he was caught exercising his powers, he would be thrown in prison again. That threat kept Jesse on his toes 24/7.
    "Jesse, they hate you. They hate you for being mean to me, for being a Ruiner, for being in prison, for getting out, and for a whole ton more," I sighed.
    "Like...."
    "Moral reasons."
    "I hate you."
    "Precisely."
    Jesse's jaw tightened but he remained silent. For a short period of time, that is. "They're still...

    I looked around. I was sure that someone was watching me. I hated the dark but at least I had the full moon to guide me. I took steps carefully. I thought I heard a wolf howl. I tried to remember my mythology class to keep my mind occupied until I reached home. It had something to do with wolves and the moon, I was sure. I shook my head, it was just making it worse. I crept silently on the path and kept the moon within my sight at all times. I heard a twig snap behind me. I froze. Just a squirrel, I told myself. Honey, your friends would laugh at you for being such a chicken. It's just a little animal. A bear or wolf would just run away. Animals are more afraid of humans than humans are of animals.
    Suddenly, everything went silent. The frogs stopped croaking, the birds stopped chirping, and the bats...

    I sat there, in my grandma's "tea room" as she inspected me. I sat perfectly straight and tried not to let it show how itchy my dress was. It was as though I was wearing straw. I took a sip of the tea that was supposed to be healthy. I almost threw up right there and then. I knew how picky she was and Mom had warned me that she might disown me if I didn't appear worthy to her. "So... how's life?" I asked.
    She gave me a highly disapproving glare. Her right eyebrow about reached her hair line. It was slightly discomforting.
    I licked my lips and tried again. "I hope you are well," I said with as much monotony as I could possibly muster without cringing.
    "I am, thank you. However, the weather is most disagreeable. I caught a chill from the ice," she answered.
    What the hell? I thought. People don't...

    Jesse's begging to be released was getting to me. I could hardly stand visiting him every day and to see him stand there and plead, promising that he'd never hurt me. "Please, Jeannie. I promise, I will never hurt you or your tribe or anyone else ever again. Just let me out of this god-forsaken place because I am slowly dying."
    "Me too," I promised. "So shut up cos I'm sick of this stupidity. If you want to join us, I will vouch for you. If not, then rot in this god-forsaken place."
    "Yes."
    I paused, my back to him. "Say that again and swear on it."
    "I will join you." Jesse took a deep breath. "I swear on my life."
    "No."
    "What?"
    "Something more. Swear on something more than your life." I still did not turn to look at him.
    "I swear... on my deceased mother's ring."
    Something clattered...

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1. Men and women are 100% equal. There is nothing wrong with being a woman and don't let anyone make you think that there is. Women are great and so are guys. Your personality matters more than your gender does. Everyone is equal in this country. Believe that and exercise it. Women and girls: keep your head high and be your best. Don't dumb yourself down for anyone or anything. Men and boys: treat women like your equals. Don't let your friends bully girls and if they are and you don't want to say anything, please don't join in it.Girls again: stop...

This is not in any particular order.


Justin Bieber used to be  a celeb crush. I know that's pretty cliche but he is cute! But I lost that crush when I found out what a douche he is.He's been in jail, he let fame get to his head, and so much more. He's fine and I think that he was young and he's getting better but I will never call him my celeb crush ever again.


David Tennant is probably my main celeb crush. He is awesome on Doctor Who, I mean, he is just great. He's clever, funny, adorable, and fun. I don't really know anything about him outside of Doctor Who so I mean, it's more of a movie character crush XD


Tom Hiddleston is another one of my celeb crushes. I have to say though, I don't really have a crush on Tom at all but I more have a crush on Loki. I know he's...

    Favorite foods:

• Steak
• Pizza
• Potatoes
• Spaghetti
• Hamburgers

    Least favorite foods:

• Lentils
• Rice and Beans
• Chicken and Rice
• Casseroles
• This kind of pizza a friend once gave me which tasted nothing like pizza

    Favorite candy:

• Snickers bar
• Butterfingers
• M&M's
• Nips candy
• gum

    Favorite side-dishes:

• Salad
• Corn-on-the-cob
• baked veggies
• breadsticks
• Texas Toast

    Favorite chips:

• Potato chips
• Sour cream and Onion
• Cheddar and Sour Cream
• Tostitoes
• Sun Chips

    Favorite TV shows and movies:

• Harry Potter
• Doctor Who
• Poldark
• Thor and all others after it
• Pride and Prejudice

    Hey, I know the December Competition deadline is gone but I wanted to say, this year has been awesome. I am going to highlight the good and bad points of 2017! So enjoy! First is the bad things of the year :P
 

• I went to a horse camp and a horse and the horse I was riding got into a fight and I almost got kicked. He was bucking and everything. That was an awful day.
• I found out that I have alopecia, which I got from my dad.
• I learned the hard way that the guy who has a crush on me and I though I had a crush on him is a compete jerk.
• I found out that my crush has a girlfriend which was a killer. But I've learned to be happy for him and I know how happy she makes him.

    So, not too many bad things. There has been some other stuff...

We all know just what we did wrong and why we did it.

The birds sing sweet tunes and taunt the world with their innocence. Puppies snap at fingers just to show what a bully is. Weeping Willows bow down and cry because they know that we all know. Horses stampede to remind us that we are running from our past. Water skips over stones to show us that we are careless just like a stream. Cats run and hide to let us see what we're like when the person whom we wronged walks in the room. Hyenas sit there and laugh at our foolishness.

So next time we are about to bully or hide or lie, let the animals tell us of our sins.

It's like the birds
Give me life
It's like the trees
Know why
It's like the deer and bears
Understand

It's like the flowers
Bloom for me
It's like that
Sparrow in the tree
Knows something

It's like the moon
Shines for my feet
It's like the willows
Cry for me
It's like they know
I'm seeking out my peace

It's like the birds
In the willows trees
Sing their sad songs for me
It's like the know just what to do
To help my peace
Come back through

I'm seeking it out
I can't run about
I can just feel the stress
Or I'll wind up crying in bed
So they cry for me
And shine for me
It's like they know just what I need
Cos I'm
Seeking out my peace
 

Crisa nervously bit her thumbnail. “What if I do poorly?” she said for the hundredth time.
 
“Crisa,” groaned Mom. “How many times do I have to say that it doesn’t matter how well you do on this practice test? It’s just a practice test – I don’t expect you to be perfect – and even if it was the real test I wouldn’t care how you did!”
 
Crisa sighed. “I’m still nervous.”
 
“Funny, I somehow realized that,” joked Mom.
 
After Crisa did the practice test she had chewed her fingernails down to stubs. I wonder if I did well, she thought worriedly.
 
“Your overall score is 23,” Mom informed.
 
Crisa heart dropped. “That’s a pretty bad score, isn’t it?”
 
“It’s a wonderful score! I’m so impressed!” cried Mom.
 
“Oh,” muttered Crisa still feeling rather skeptical.
 
“You’re disappointed, aren’t you?” Mom pointed out.
 
Crisa shook her head and smiled half-heartedly. ...

    As I walk through the town that I visit on a regular basis, I can't help but scan the streets for him. I know he's probably in school but what if he skipped? What if I run into him while walking through the store? What if he actually talks to me? I stop to let some cars pass and I notice the one vehicle looks like his mom's. It gives me chills to think that he might be in there. I cast my eyes around again, searching for anything. His curly hair, his tall figure, even his shocking blue boots. Anything that would give me a chance. To see him would mean that I would get to know him better and that he would get to know me better. Maybe this would be the day I became friends with him. Maybe he would give me a playful shove like he does his other friends. Why am I different? Is...

    I slowly stretched my back. "I can't believe I let him sneak up on me like that." A guy of about Jesse's age had crept up on me and Raska and chosen to attack me. I couldn't understand why he didn't go after Raska. After all, I saw the way Raska threw him across the field. It had not been a good time to be that boy.
    "It wasn't your fault. I should've been paying more attention," Raska scolded.
    "And Jesse got away?"
    "And Jesse got away."
    "He's so infuriating!"
    "Stay calm Death Star, Jesse is not our main target. We must be more practical than that."
    "Of course." I took a deep breathe. I could not be too angry with Jesse. I must stay cool, calm, and composed. I could not let my bias ruin the war. I sat back. I didn't know if I would ever see Jesse again but I...

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I invite you all to a challenge! Hey, girls love who you are and take a day every week to go out into the world with a fresh, makeup free face!
 

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    Everyone should be a feminist. I don't mean in a man-hater way but in a belief in the equality of the sexes. Women have been looked on as the lesser of the genders. They have been beaten down by generation after generation and this sexism goes on even today. Although it is much better than it used to be, the United States has landed one of the most sexist, woman-degraded men into the Oval Office.
    Women have been afraid to fight back, to say something that goes against the grain. How could anyone blame those women for being frightened? The United States was a male-dominated world. Women were not even allowed to vote. Susan B. Anthony is a famous woman who fought hard in her case to lead the world to a new place, that would allow women to vote for whomever they pleased.
    Many girls I know, including myself have been told they're "just a girl"...

    "It was a blue vehicle," I told my mother as I tried to describe the car that had ignored all road signs.
    "What's blue?" my sister asked. I turned to her. She was completely blind by the time she had turned five and although she could see objects for those years, she had always been colour blind. No one knew why this was.
    "It's a colour, Zoe. I don't know if you'd understand it."
    "Try me, please. Her head was tilted in my direction.
    "Okay. Everything you see right now is black right?"
    "I think so? I mean, I don't know really."
    "I think it it's black," I continued. "So, blue is like that except a little lighter."
    "Can you describe lighter?" Zoe asked, clearly puzzled.
    I tried to force back the tears that were coming to my eyes. My poor little sister. "Zoe, do you remember when you were younger...

The next few months passed with very little activity. The only points of excitement were school restarting, the Olympics, and the Democratic and Republican conventions, which only convince Crisa that she preferred Hillary to Donald. Dad, however, remained unswayed while Mom was still undecided. The first day of real excitement was on September 26, the date of the first presidential debate.
Crisa knew that she was going to do the ACT that year and she wanted to be prepared. “Mom, when can I do the practice test?” she moaned.
“Tomorrow,” said Mom firmly. “I’m leaving for work. She grabbed her keys and ran out of the door.
Crisa sighed. Dad would be home in about half an hour and Crisa was very bored. She had gotten over Connie’s death and had even talked to Karen and Erin about it. They had both sympathized but had admitted to seeing Shawn regularly. He still remained cold towards Crisa.
Crisa was very upset...

    Everyone should be a feminist. I don't mean in a man-hater way but in a belief in the equality of the sexes. Women have been looked on as the lesser of the genders. They have been beaten down by generation after generation and this sexism goes on even today. Although it is much better than it used to be, the United States has landed one of the most sexist, woman-degraded men into the Oval Office.
    Women have been afraid to fight back, to say something that goes against the grain. How could anyone blame those women for being frightened? The United States was a man dominated world. Women were not even allowed to vote. Susan B. Anthony is a famous woman who fought hard in her case to lead the world to a new place, that would allow women to vote for whomever they pleased.
    Many girls I know, including myself have been told they're "just a...

Minnesota

Cold

Do

I

Care

?

Not

Really

All

Love
 

“I don’t understand,” Mom hissed into her phone as she kneaded bread. “She just has these happy points and then she starts to sulk again. Just yesterday morning she was playing on the playground with her friends, but when it was time to go she wouldn’t talk to me. It’s ridiculous.” Mom paused as the person on the other end of the phone began talk. “I know! You’d think – yeah!”
 
Crisa glared at her bowl of oatmeal. She knew that Mom was talking about her and it wasn’t improving her mood. She suddenly stood up. “I’m going outside,” she told Mom.
 
“’Kay, hun.”
 
Crisa ran to Shawn’s house and knocked on the door. Leslie opened the door. “Where is –” began Crisa but Leslie cut her off.
 
“He’s in the barn, I believe.”
 
“Thanks,” said Crisa. She walked to the barn. She heard a whinny. Crisa ran around the barn to the pasture. Tardis...

We were best friends; we’d walk side by side
You were my best friend; to you I’d never lie
 
You weren’t afraid to compliment my skills
Never embarrassed to point out my flaws
You knew I wasn’t perfect
You didn’t care one bit
I had my moments with you
Where I was like
“What am I doing here?”
I was so proud
And so scared
You were my first boy
And I didn’t care
 
You didn’t write any love letters
I didn’t kiss your lips
The most we gave each other was a little picture gift
Might be different if we’d met somewhere else
We might not’ve worked out
But the week was amazing
And I’d change nothing
You were perfect in my eyes
You were always mine
 
We would go walking together side by side
Hand in hand skipping through the dark cold nights
You would keep from the cold
You made me so very bold ...

    Raska almost tipped the table over in an attempt to stand up. I shoved my chair back to avoid the fact that he looked about ready to jump through the ceiling. I used my power to hold the table up as the room erupted in chaos. Raska's power, however, outdid mine and he threw the table across the room. His eyes seemed to glow in anger. His voice, though quiet, was deadly. "Who gave our position away?" No one dared to move. I could tell that he was furious. I would not wish to lie to that man. The look in his eyes was unimaginable. If looks could kill, we would all be dead at that very minute. Raska turned to me. "Did you tell them?" He answered himself. "No,they ruined your life, you would not have done such a thing. And you have not left since you came here so no." He looked back at the others. "If...

1. Music

2. My pencil and paper

3. My friends (hey Hadley and Emilie)

4. My family

5. Apple pie

6. Swimming lessons

7. My choir

8. Doctor Who

9. The Minnesota Vikings

10. Write the World
 

    I sat as far away from him as I could considering that we were sitting in chairs near each other. I threw a deadly glare in his direction. He did not look at me but nursed his bruised face. I didn't look at Raska or the nurse as they glared at me. I stubbornly did not regret my actions.
    "Death Star," started the nurse.
    "If you want me to say sorry, it isn't happening," I snapped. "Cos I only say sorry if I am sorry. And I'm not!"
    The boy gave me a really pitiful glance.
    "Why would you do this?" Raska asked.
    The thing that I was most sorry for was Raska's deep disappointment in me. It hurt more than the nurse's withering scowls. "What's his name?"
    "Cam."
    "Fascinating. Thrilling to meet you Cam. Again."
    "I don't know what you might be talking about," he replied helplessly.
    "Oh, maybe...

    I cringed away from Raska. "You are what?!"
    "It was a name given to us by the masters of the Ruiners."
    "How dare they!" The wedge between Jesse and me grew deeper. "How could they allow that? Did you name them the Ruiners?"
    "No, it was a name they specially chose for themselves. It fits them. I believe. We should change our name, or just make it stand for something else. Our reputation infuriates me past reason." Raska's eyes looked like glass reflecting his past. "Things did not always turn out for the best on our side. Just because of our name. That we did not choose."
    "I despise Jesse," I blurted. "And to think, we were together."
    "Remember, it was not he who condemned us but those long before him. And the sweetest on the outside can be the cruelest in the heart. And yet, he was being faithful to his group. I...

    I stared at him. The leader of the PACK was immensely intimidating. I did not back down, I did not cower. I was sick of trusting and obeying people. A few days had changed the entire way I looked at my future. My personality had changed in itself.
    "We'll need a suit for you," he said slowly. "Jeannie Star, my name is Raska. I hope that you will enjoy your lodgings here and find the food at least tolerable." Raska chuckled. "I understand that it is not the best that has ever been cooked but it is our best. Tell me a bit of yourself."
    "You're not going to talk about the war?" I stuttered. "I thought that the war was the most important thing going on right now."
    "To the Ruiners. To us, our people, our training, our survival means so much more than a fight."
    I gawked but quickly composed myself. "Very well....

The bells are ringing
Ringing ringing
As the birds keep singing
Singing singing
They chirp and chirp
They tweet and tweet

Sweet

Tweet

Ringing

Singing

The bells are ringing
Ringing ringing
As the birds keep singing
Singing singing
 

    I know. Countless times I've heard people say, "Don't go near rodents." "Don't touch rodents ever." "You could get bitten." "You could get a disease." I know. But that didn't stop me. To be honest, if I want to do something I'm doing it. You may have to hold a gun to my head to get me to stop. I'm a madwoman.
    Anyway back to the story....
    I've always loved chipmunks. Against my dad's wishes I investigate them and stand up for them. (He's all for killing every single one on the planet) One day, I was walking through the woods and stopped by our crab apple tree. I heard this chirp. I turned around to see a chipmunk perched upon the branches of a thin tree. It warily crouched at the very top. I'm not sure how the tree didn't just fall over. I stepped closer. I spoke softly to it, gently urging it to trust...

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Crisa bit her lip. “Do I have to go?” She had been dying to ask all morning.
 
“To the park?” said Mom distractedly as she flipped the bacon. “Of course, Crisa.”
 
Crisa glared angrily at her interlocked fingers. “Why?”
 
“Why do you have to go to the park?” asked Mom hissing in pain as bacon grease splattered onto her fingers. “Because fresh air is good you, your friends are going to be there and I’m not leaving you home alone.”
 
“I’m thirteen,” groaned Crisa.
 
“Then ignore the last comment and take the other two into consideration,” Mom muttered.
 
Crisa ignored her entirely. “I won’t do anything anyway.”
 
“You’ll still get fresh air. Conversation closed.” Mom placed a plate piled with bacon, eggs, and toast in front of Crisa.
 
“What if I don’t want this conversation to end?” Crisa wondered pushing her plate away.
 
“You’ll end up having some very one-sided conversations,”...

    Every year, for six decades, the nine Keepers would gather on this place on Earth. In 3256 A.D, every girl hoped to end up in the Pulchritudo Building and be famous. Since there were only ten final contestants, people had stopped trying so hard. After all, the top nine contestants were set in stone, the only human girl would get tenth place. The problem was, the first nine contestants were not human. And they were remarkably stunning. The Keepers always let the human go first.
    Iris steeped into the Grand Room. She was astonishingly pretty - for a human. Her hair was long and curly. She wore a short purple dress and she was covered in very elegant makeup. Iris' eyes were a deep brown. Iris spun a few times.The judges had her pose for a few pictures.
    "You look amazing," Jessica commented but everyone knew that Iris was nothing. "Next!"
    "Kick it off, Venus," Pluto said. ...

 
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ToastWriter
amazing_amf
Aussie23
Isabella Collins
Lea
Kahasai
Rosie
Abigail27
 

    I slowly chewed my potatoes. Jesse was attentively taking care of me. For as annoying as he had been he was quite kind and not annoying at all. "Why are you so slow? Do you always eat like this? Do you race snails? Cos you might lose at this rate."
    Or very annoying.
    "Thank you so much Jesse. Are you always this infuriating?"
    "Nah. I just annoy people I like."
    "Is that an insult or compliment?"
    "Generally a compliment." Jesse sat down beside me and faced me. My mind was going all over the place. "I know we just met, Jeannie, and we've fought and you probably hate me for this but I really like you. You're so pretty and you're strong and you're cheeky and you're so awesome."
    I could hardly breathe. "I kinda like you too Jesse. But isn't this a bit fast?"
    "It's a rushed place."
    "Indeed."
   ...

Six:
Mom just bought me a jurnal! This is my first part that I have ever rote. I think I will like it. I can rite funny things, sad things, and other things. It is my birthday today. I just turnd six! It was fun. I had angl cake with strawberrys. I do not reelly no how to spel cuz I am little. I can spel my nam. Katy. 

Seven:
I have a friend. Hes a boy. His name is Jon. Hes reelly nice. We gonna get married when we turn ten. I dont reelly no how old you have to bee to get married but we have planned it. We gonna get a BIG house and have LOTS of muney. Momma and her friends laf at us but we are reelly sereeus. Sined, Katy

Ten:
I was reading things in my journal. I laugh. My spelling was so bad and Jon and I stopped being friends. I don't hang...

We all laughed. He laid down on the couch opposite on which I was sitting. He gave me his mischievous "I'm-gonna-get-you" face that infuriated me and made me blush at the same time. I raised my eyebrows at him, fighting a smile. I was losing. He stopped and smiled at me. I looked down then back up. He had stopped smiling. His eyes were on my face just softly staring. I looked at him. My eyes flitted across his face. Our eyes locked and I had never appreciated him more than I did just then.

1. Set Fire to the Rain - Adele

2. Confident - Demi Lovato

3. Find You - Nick Jonas

4. Perfect - Ed Sheeran

5. Hello - Adele

6. Heart Attack - Demi Lovato

7. Demons - Imagine Dragons

8. No - Meghan Trainor

9. Say My Name - Destiny's Child

10. Someone Like You - Adele

11. Hall of Fame - The Script ft Will.I.am

12. Despacito - Luis Fonsi, Daddy Yankee, Justin Bieber

13. Scars to Your Beautiful - Alessia Cara

14. Run the World - Beyonce

15. Just Give me a Reason - Pink

1. I love to write.

2. I love to sing. Emilie and Hadley know this. Emilie has been so good as to record these songs for me.

3. My favorite colours are black and red.

4. I'm 5'7''.

5. My weight? Unless you really want to know what use is weight?

6. My puppy's name is Velvet.

7. Doctor Who is my world. Or rather, out of this world.

8. I don't think I have an eight.

9. Steak is my favorite food.

10. I don't drink pop.

11. Water is my favorite drink.

12. Butterfingers are my favorite candy.

13. Thanks for reading this.

14. < My age

“Did they hurt you?” demanded Anise. Without giving her daughter time to answer, Anise gripped Karen’s shoulders and shook her slightly. There was an edge of panic to her voice. “Tell me! Why aren’t you speaking? Have you been traumatized?” Anise pushed Karen into a chair and continued to jabber.
“Traumatized?” Karen mouthed to Crisa.
Crisa shrugged her shoulders. She was surprised. She had never thought Anise to be uncaring but Karen had said that her mom just wasn’t bothered by what happened. To see her panicking was unbelievable. Crisa’s eyes widened as Anise began to sob in expiration.
“Mom,” Karen began uncomfortably.
“You do talk!” gasped Anise. She was obviously relieved but Crisa detected anger in her voice. “Did they hurt you?”
“Anise,” said mom, “the girls didn’t capture Karen, but Crisa. I think Karen’s fine.”
“I’m fine too,” said Crisa quickly. Anise stood up.
“So,” began Mom. “First of all you ran away from your friends – which...

1. Jenna put all she had into the race yet still failed.

2. Jenna pumped her legs - sure she couldn't try any harder. Her heart broke when she saw she was in second place by 0.03 seconds.

3. Jenna threw her self forward putting her entire soul into the race. She inched forward and crossed the line - sure she had won. She looked over at the bright red letters. She had heart-breakingly lost by 0.03 seconds. She looked over at the person who had won - her arch enemy. Taylor tauntingly smirked.

On the last day of the world
I would finally tell you I love you
I would tell you that it has been seven years
Seven years I have concealed that fact
I wouldn't care over your reply
It is the last day of the world

On the last day of the world
I would jump into the car and drive
Just to see your face and tell you
I loved you since we met that first day at camp
I know I like him but if I could find you
Nothing would matter anymore

On the last day of the world
I would give Hadley a hug
We would meet Demi Lovato
And sing the day away
We would ride horses and listen to music
We would watch Doctor Who all day
And I could finally tell her to her face
How important she is to me

On the last day of the world
I would give you a...

I DON'T KNOW WHY YOU TRY TO OBJECT
COS YOU ARE UNDOUBTEDLY THE BEST
E'EN WHEN I LOOK IN THE DICTIONARY
IT HAD A PICTURE OF YOUR FACE
PLEASE DON'T BE SILLY
COS U DA BEST GIRLIE
I KNOW U WIN A LOT
BUT I KNOW THAT IN MY HEART
YOU REALLY ARE THE BEST BESTIE
AND I DON'T SEE NOBODY OBJECTING

 

Crisa blinked. The girl was tall and had short black hair. She wore tight dark jeans and a fiery red shirt that didn’t even conceal her bellybutton. On closer observation, Crisa could see that she had her hair dyed with streaks of red. Her lips were shiny red and her eyelids were purple.
“Are you deaf? Who are you?” the girl asked again.
Crisa was so surprised that she barely managed to say, “Crisa.”
“Okay, I’m California and I’m wondering why you are on my family’s property.”
Crisa blinked again. “Sorry – I, um, didn’t realize.” Crisa stepped back, tripped over a tree root, and fell.
California’s eyes widened. “Unite!” Crisa watched in shock as two girls – identical to California – each stood on one side of California. She indicated the girls. “These are my sisters. We are triplets. She pointed to the one left of her. This is Dakota.” She smiled at the other. “And this is Louisiana....

1. Fact: I am 5'7''

2. Fact: I am fourteen.

3. Opinion: I talk too much.

4. Opinion: I am a girl therefore that makes me weak. (I strongly disagree with this one and now the people who told me this are forever frightened of me MWAH HA HA.)

5. Fact: I love my best friend Hadley.

6. Fact: My best friend Hadley loves me too.

7. Fact: I am obsessed with everything writing and music.

8. Opinion: I should really have more opinions on here.

9. Fact: My journal is my life. I would die without it.

10. Fact: ADELE IS THE BEST SINGER EVER!!!!!!
 

For anyone who doesn't know who I'm talking about, this piece is dedicated to a very special friend of mine who happens to write on this very website. Her username is BlueWriter and she's the most amazing person in the whole wide world. So, if you're reading this, you should go follow her right now because there is no one like her. I used to feel very alone and not as confident as I do now. Ever since I met her, she has made me braver and stronger. We are so far away from each other AND SOMEDAY we are going TO break the distance. She is my best friend and she has been somebody I can't believe I once lived without. She is not my friend but my soul SISTER. Sorry, going into CAPS for absolutely no REASON. MAYBE.... Anyway point is, I love her very much.
Hadley this is for you.



We had unnatural circumstances
But now we’re...

    I woke up on the cold stone floor. As I stood up my head spun dangerously. I stumbled into the nearest couch trying to remember what had just happened. I held my trembling hands in front of my eyes, recalling how I'd shoved against Jesse's incredible power. I leaned my head back against the couch. He must really hate me, I thought. I looked down at the boots that he had given me. They were not so hazardous as my shoes, which continually untied themselves. Maybe he doesn't completely hate me. But of course, maybe new boots are required and don't have anything to do with my clumsiness. He does hate me then. After all, he left me to die on the floor. Maybe not die. But he didn't help me. I could've died. Then what? Would he have been sorry. Probably not. Cold unfeeling idiot. I stood up again, using some of my power to hold me...

I don't remember when I started to write but I know I have always enjoyed it. I didn't usually finish my books but when I was eleven I wrote my first book. I wrote The Hidden Truth with the main character close to my personality. I wrote to release some of my teenage frustration and the feelings I felt. I decided to write a series of it, calling the next book The Heartbreaking Farewell. I am in the middle of writing my final book in the series, Lone Girl. These books have been an amazing thing to me and my life.
I have always been into music and I began to write songs, not that long ago. I have wrote over 100 songs and made music for about five. (I really should get working on that). But the real reason I wrote those songs is for when I'm feeling emotionally tried. When I've had a fight with my parents, when...

    I rocked back and forth trying not to cry. I was shocked that I'd tried to hurt Jesse. I was shocked that he was scared of me. I was shocked how he'd left me alone in pain. I was shocked that in a way I wanted to do it again. I shook my head, frantically trying to clear the image of him flying back against the wall. I closed my eyes. I would not let that happen again. I had to teach myself. I focused my attention on a single object and let the image of it flood into my mind. I then imagined that object breaking to bits. The coffee mug smashed. I paused. I evaluated my feelings. I felt cold in a way. I took a deep breath, fighting the urge to break more things. I closed my eyes and willed that broken mug to heal. I opened my eyes. There it sat, the same place as...

Shawn looked shocked. “What do you mean?” he asked slowly.
“There aren’t many meaning to it,” spat Crisa.
“But – but – that’s impossible,” stuttered Shawn.
“Apparently it isn’t,” scoffed Crisa.
“Crisa!” cried Leslie. “I haven’t seen you in two whole weeks!” She smiled. “Do you want to hold Lydia?”
“No,” said Crisa backing away.
“No? Why? What’s wrong?”
“Crisanna has a big problem with babies,” announced Karen.
“Don’t call me that,” snapped Crisa. Crisanna was her real name but she preferred being called Crisa. She regretted even telling Karen her real name.
“Why not?” wondered Karen. “I love the name Crisanna.”
“Well I don’t and that’s all that matters,” argued Crisa.
Karen sighed. “Crisa quit it.”
“What’s wrong?” Leslie asked again.
Angrily Crisa went through the whole story. “Are you happy now?”
“Hmm,” said Shawn. “Interesting.”
Crisa glared at him.
“I mean – that’s awful but I’ve always suspected that you parents were hiding something.”
“Shawn!” exclaimed Leslie.
“Well...

I’ve never seen a soul so glum
How come she doesn’t smile?
What makes you think she’s the one?
Why not someone who’s happy once in a while?
I think her eyes are unattractive
There’s just something they’re lacking
You deserve so much more
You should get anything you ask for
I’ve not seen one so kind
To all who pass by
 
It tears me apart
And breaks my heart
I wish I could make her let go
 
But then I see the way your eyes
Light up and shine
I can tell from your face
This was always the place
When you hold her hand
You’re a happier man
You had a broken life
Can’t be healed by time
Maybe I should hate her
And wish she would die
But if she’s willing to stitch you up
And make you smile more
If she can fulfill your dreams
In the way that I cannot
If she mends...

I know we've been ripped
At the seams
I know it feels like
We can't see
I know we're covered in scars
And I know that life is hard
I know our life is polluted
And I realize we're pretty broken

It's never been this bad
And we've got guns to our heads
But please help me
We're strong in unity

I hope
That in this world of wrong
We can find a little love
We can find a little love
Though the hate descends on us
Help me find a little love
When it's dark and we're all alone
Help me find a little love
When we don't have a home

Reach and take the hand
Beside you
We need something to
Hold onto
We're broken broken people
And this slope still gets steeper
But we can pull each other up
Just hold each other tight and help


It's never been this bad
And we've got guns to our...

“Crisa?” Mom knocked at the door. “It’s been two exhausting weeks and you really need to shower.”
“I don’t like showers.”
“Why?”
“Because I get wet.” Crisa grinned in cold pleasure as she heard Mom hit her forehead on the door.
“Seriously, Crisa?” Mom sighed. “I don’t have time for this.”
“I do.”
Mom sighed dramatically. “Well, just so you know, Karen is coming over this afternoon and I know she won’t want to see you like this.”
“Maybe I don’t want to see her,” Crisa replied.
“Well I want to see Anise so suck it up, buttercup,” snapped Mom.
Crisa sighed. Karen was her best friend and as upset as she was from yesterday’s incident she really wanted to see her friend. Anise Turmoil was Karen’s mom and she looked so much like her daughter that they were almost identical. They both had long, straight, black hair and had brown eyes. Both were tall and skinny. They even walked...

    "Your power's only going to get stronger," Jesse informed. "But you'll also be able to control it better as you get older. If you're strong enough, you could change the future with your power."
    "I thought it was a physical power," I retorted. I tripped on my feet and fell into Jesse. He pushed me up with an amused look on his face.
    "It is. But some, it's very rare but some can control more abstract things with their minds if they are very talented. It can be dangerous though. So, we need to pick through the prophecy and see if you can help decipher it. If you ask me, it's quite lame but I obey everything our commander tells us." Jesse pulled me into a large homey room. "So, here's some paper, you can take notes. Here is a pen to take notes with. And here is a copy of the prophecy."
    I slowly looked...

    "The Ruiners?" I mocked. I tried to guess the age of the man before me but it was impossible. He looked like a scroll that had been read a few too many times. Even in the midst of my panic, I didn't mind taunting them, even though the name haunted me. "The PACK versus the Ruiners. Don't you both sound thrillingly evil? Wow, now who should I pick? The Ruiner who kidnapped me or the PACK who was planning on kidnapping me? WOW! Do you guys realize that I'm not cool? Straight F's, no balance, no nothing AT ALL! I'm useless."
    "That's the people Jesse likes the most," chuckled Mr. Ruiner Leader Dude. "He finds them attractive because he's always there to help." He chuckled again. "He'll put you right to work I'm sure, finding you're strengths while improving you're weaknesses."
    "Improve my weaknesses?" I mocked. "That's backwards."
    "Sharp mind," Jesse mused.
    I kicked him....

You reach out to touch the cold rotten wood. As you push the door, it opens but silently. You frown as you inspect the rusty hinges that don't dare squeak in such hideous gloom. The soft floor bends under your steps but you walk on. There is something about this haunted house that draws you into it's depths. Something that pulls your soul away from the door you should've ran out of at the first glance. Up in the rafters mice scurry. One slips right over your head and you scream. Yet you still press on, daring to reach the unknown. All of the sudden, the floor caves and your left foot treacherously sinks. Unfortunately, you are on the second floor and as your weight abruptly hits the wood, it splits and your whole body falls. The pain does not slow you. You stand and climb back up those creaking swaying stairs that threaten to throw you off. They don't,...

It had been thirteen days. Almost two weeks since Crisa had been told the truth. Crisa had spent the whole time in her room. She was angry at her parents and extremely upset for the loss of Connie. Crisa had assumed she was a single child just because, well, she was. She assumed that was how it always had been. Just her. Only Crisa. Of all the things Crisa imagined, it definitely wasn’t a baby sister. Connie had died ten years ago. Apparently the family had been at a lake, fishing. Mom had been holding Connie and she got pushed off the dock accidently by a bunch of rowdy boys. If Mom hadn’t been standing on the edge of the dock looking at a bunch of minnows everything would be different. The Lang family would’ve never moved from their old house; Crisa probably wouldn’t’ve met most of her friends – or enemies for that matter. And Connie wouldn’t’ve drowned. Connie...

I finished the first book of that series!!!!!! So yay. I've been writing a series about Crisa and like I already said, I just finished the first book of a three book series. Yes, I've been planning ahead XD. Anyway, I just wanted to say, my second book will be called "The Heartbreaking Farewell". Ominous, I know. No? Not ominous? I tried. But that was just a quick update and a heads up for anyone who's been following Crisa around. I hope you enjoy the next book!!! I love you all!!!
I also want to specially thank a few people. ARS7, MG Cowan, and Hadley have been following my story. They're all super awesome writers so I just wanted to thank you guys for all of your support.

“Mmm-mmm.” Dad licked off his spoon. “Yum. Delicious. This is some good cake.”
“It is,” agreed Crisa.
“Wash up, Steve,” Mom scolded as Dad began to lick the inside of the bowl. “That’s ridiculous.”
“It’s good,” Dad cried.
“So take another piece,” growled Mom.
“Can I eat while Crisa opens her presents?”
“Ask Crisa.”
“Cris?”
“Sure,” answered Crisa. “I don’t care what you do. Just so long as you’re not interrupting me.”
“I won’t,” promised Dad.
As Dad ate his cake and Mom watched, Crisa proceeded to open her presents. “Wow!” she exclaimed as she opened the first one. There was a red short-sleeved shirt and a pair of jeans. The second present contained a coloring book. Crisa flipped through pages of horses. She set aside the book and opened the box from Shawn. “Whoa,” she breathed. The journal was gorgeous. It was a light pink and there were red roses all over the cover. As Crisa turned the pages...

“Happy Birthday, Cris! How does it feel being a teenager?” Mom exclaimed as Crisa walked out of her room and into the living room.
                “Um, not much different. I pretty much forgot that it’s my birthday.” Crisa rubbed her eyes. “I’m going outside.”
                “Already? You have hardly opened your eyes! And, it’s only five-thirty.”
                “I’m getting a worm,” mumbled Crisa.
                “Pardon?”
                “I’m an early bird.”
                Mom blinked.
                “The early bird gets the worm,” Crisa explained.
                “Oh,” acknowledged Mom with a laugh. “I get it.”
                “Maybe I’ll go see Shawn,” muttered Crisa.
                “He’s probably still sleeping, Cris.”
                “Hmm. Probably. Where’s Dad?”
                “Sleeping,” answered Mom. “Don’t you want breakfast before you go outside?”
                “What do I get?” Crisa asked.
                “It’s your birthday. Anything you want.”
                “Can I have crackers?”
                “Yep.”
                Crisa nodded. She pulled a sandwich bag out of the cupboard and filled it with...

    I looked around and screamed at the top of my lungs. "Take me back! Where am I? What the heck, why have you kidnapped me?" A whole ton of swear words were running through my mind. "This is unfair you - you - you -" I stuttered.
    "We're in an underground safe place." Jesse wasn't trying very hard.
    "Oh yes. Sure looks safer than any other place I've been."
    "It is," he replied offended.
    "Okay, a strange dude -"
    "Strange?"
    "Unstrange dude just kidnapped me. Yes safe. I don't even know where I am! Did you fly through time and space like in Doctor Who?" I guessed fascinated. "Are you like Jack?"
    "Who?"
    "No one." My excitement vanished in an instant. "Take me back."
    "Or?" he taunted.
    "I'll hit you." I wasn't scared to. I was frightened, unsure of what he was about to do, and more. I would...

Slam. Slam. Slam. Crisa leaned back on the couch and closed her eyes as Dad stormed out of the bathroom. He was not in a good mood. “Quit leaving the bathroom drawers open!” he yelled.
With her eyes still closed Crisa said tiredly, “Dad, I only used one drawer this morning. How come I heard three slams?” Crisa knew that was the wrong thing to say the instant she said it.
“Don’t lie to me!” Dad roared as he grabbed a cup from the counter.
Crisa’s eyes suddenly snapped open. “I’m not!” she cried suddenly offended.
Dad slammed his glass cup on the counter in anger. Crisa watched in horror and fascination as thin crack snaked up the cup to the top. “Erg,” he growled. “Why does everything have to go wrong this morning?”
“What’s the matter?” Mom stepped into the kitchen. “Oh, Steve, did you –”
“Yes,” Dad replied grumpily. “My cup broke. And, Crisa’s lying to me.”
“Dad,...

So when I right my stories, I tend to lack in descriptions of my characters. I never know when to put the descriptions in and I was wondering how to do that.

“Crisa, eat your enchilada,” Mom sighed.
“I can’t. It’s disgusting.”
“It’s your supper,” Mom argued.
“Crisa, you heard your mother,” said Dad sternly. “Eat your enchilada.”
“But, Dad, it’s nasty.”
“Plenty of kids are starving and would gladly eat it. Now eat!”
Crisa’s stomach twisted as she thought over what Dad had just said. “Fine,” she grumbled.
After half an hour – when Crisa finally choked down her enchilada – she played with her puppies. After she finished with that she decided to write in her journal.
April 11, 2016
Erin visited today. I finally understand the poetry alphabet. I even made
my own poem. I’m so excited! I might even get as good at poems as Erin!
A When birds fly high
 B And south they go
C You know it’s time
B For a snow.
See? The lines that rhyme are the same letter. Lines that don’t rhyme are
different letters. I am so proud of myself....

    I anxiously sat on the couch with my family in front of our TV. The event swimming was going on and all I wanted to do was soak in what was happening. And I was rooting for Katie Ledecky.I was from the United States of America after all but that was not necessarily why I wanted her to win so passionately. Katie Ledecky is the perfect image of hard work and beauty in women. She once said, "What you put in, is what you get out." I think that is amazing. She surely understands that statement more than most. As a teenager she was winning medals in London and I've always wanted to be her.
    In Rio De Janerio, as the Olympian swimmers lined up for the women's 800m freestyle final I was sure my heart was going to jump out of my chest. I love to swim with a passion and Katie Ledecky, in my humble opinion, was the...

    "Well, I don't know what the heck he meant," I snapped at my friend. "Watch the world and stay safe Jeannie Star. Survive life. Don't die. Okay! Oh, and by the way, love yourself!"
    "But it's very vague," Callie insisted.
    "Exactly. He's crazy in the brain. What jerk of a guy says that?"
    "Did he tell you his name?"
    "Jesse Withers. I already told you."
    "Oh...."
    "What?"
    "Can't you see it?"
    "Um..."
    "He likes you."
     "I don't think so. He's all sort of brave and weird."
    "Mmm-hmm." Callie was soaking it up. Callie wore an excessive amount of makeup and enormous earrings. It went nice with her shaved head but she could really cut back on the eye shadow. She was very pretty and wore gorgeous clothes. She had a lot of money in her family - something I did not have at all. She could afford everything...

We got together
Never would guess how much better
My life is with you
Feels complete too
Never knew what I was missing
Without you I'd miss ya

I think we were born for this
I think we were meant for this
I think we were made for this
I think the Lord planned this

Cos even if we fight
It's not the end of life
We'll get back together
Cos we were born for each other
I know we would never stay
Never stay angry
Cos I couldn't
Brave the world
If you weren't by my side
So even if we fight

Do you remember
When we weren't together
We were alone
I didn't know I felt alone
Til I met you
I realized I needed you

I think we were born for this
I think we were meant for this
I think we were made for this
I think the Lord planned this

Cos even if we fight ...

Sing
Help
Invent
Never give up
Exclaim

Investigate
Noble

Trust
Heal
Eager

Worship
Oppress oppression
Respect
Love
Direct

Shawn’s friend Lightning was exactly what Crisa expected her to be: impulsive and snappy. “Why was I dragged into this stupid thing anyway?” Lightning snapped. “Shawn, I blame it on you. You said that it would be fun. So far all that pipsqueak,” she pointed at Crisa, “has done is bit her lip and cleared her throat. Singing with pigs would have more thrill than this.”
Lightning was a tall strong thirteen year old girl. She was as tall as Shawn and he was tall. Shawn had informed Crisa that Lightning had six older brothers but she could easily win a wrestle against them single-handedly. Lightning lived on a farm and had an unreasonably strict father who treated her horribly. Crisa assumed that she didn’t even think when she insulted a person like that but the remark still stung.
“Lightning, Crisa isn’t a pipsqueak,” said Shawn calmly. “And, I’m sure it isn’t easy to start a club.”
“I suppose,” sighed...

Karen jumped. “Odd,” said Crisa. “Dad never knocks.”
The door had no windows but Crisa didn’t think twice about opening it. Standing on the step were two strangers. There was a man and a woman and Crisa guessed they were in their early twenties. They both wore cardigans, jeans and western style boots. The woman had her blond hair in a high ponytail and the man had his reddish-brown hair in a sort of waterfall. “Hi –” the young man began but Crisa shut the door in his face. If it was that important they could wait five\ten minutes for Dad. She started back towards the kitchen but suddenly the door opened behind her. The man stepped inside but the woman stayed outdoors. “Lilac?” The man glanced at the woman.
Lilac rolled her eyes but walked in. “The girl didn’t invite us in, Charlie,” she pointed out as deep suspicion welled in Crisa.
Charlie glowered at Lilac but quickly plastered...

    I ran down the stairs out of the library. I was fourteen, quite an accomplishment, considering how clumsy I was. I was holding a large stack of books that I had checked out. I was addicted to stories and I often tried to find books on how to be non-clumsy. I tried yoga and dancing and gymnastics but I was awful at them all and gymnastics had resulted in broken bones. I liked to swim, there wasn't much for me to mess up on. I mean, I wasn't necessarily great at it but it was something I could put my whole heart and anger into without breaking anything or myself. Always a plus, you know? Anyway, I ran down the stairs out of the library. I should've known better. I mean, they were steep. And I'm not deep. I of course tripped and fell. My books went everywhere and so did my gangly teenage limbs. I groaned. I fell down...

    Little children. They're so sweet, innocent, and pure. I think in a way, we'd all like to be that little child, the one with no worries, no cares, but beautiful dreams. Children are so carefree and yet so ambitious. I think that every small child wants to be loved. They dream of growing up to be that revered singer, to be the honoured football player of the NFL, and so much more. The care not about money, because in their dreamland it always works out. They are happily married, have children, and as many kitties as they could wish for (in my sister's case). Everything is perfect because that's how they view the world. They don't worry about bills, or marriage troubles, or fights with their best friend. They don't worry about boys or girls in a romantic way because in their world, they are all equal. There are no cooties.
    Here we are, fretting over driving, boyfriends and...

“Wow,” marveled Karen. “You got all three to answer to ‘come’ in a week!”
“Yeah. Surprisingly enough Jester was the hardest. He just couldn’t sit still for long enough to register what I was saying,” explained Crisa. She wrestled Badger with her hand. “Training’s going really well; Badger’s the only one who hasn’t figured out the concept of ‘no biting’ yet. I’ll tell you this: Badger is a real fighter; she may be the smallest but she’s certainly the bravest and the strongest.”
“Girl power,” laughed Karen. “So now I understand Jester’s and Badger’s name but what about Opossum?”
“Watch.” Crisa pushed Badger away and the puppy bit Crisa’s pants. “NO!” scolded Crisa smacking Badger on the nose. Badger snarled but she submissively backed away.  Crisa focused her attention on Opossum and ordered him to come. When he was about a foot away from her Crisa lowered herself to the puppy’s eye level. “Boo!” she exclaimed. Opossum’s muscles tightened...

He shoves me down
He lifts me up
He loves me now
He wants to be friends
I can't live like this
Pretending to love him
Faking hating him
I want to get away from him
I wish to getting nearer
I can't live like this
 

    I anxiously sat on the couch with my family in front of our TV. The event swimming was going on and all I wanted to do was soak in what was happening. And I was rooting for Katie Ledecky.I was from the United States of America after all but that was not necessarily why I wanted her to win so passionately. Katie Ledecky is the perfect image of hard work and beauty in women. She once said, "What you put in, is what you get out." I think that is amazing. She surely understands that statement more than most. As a teenager she was winning medals in London and I've always wanted to be her. In Rio De Janerio, as the Olympian swimmers lined up for the women's 800m freestyle final I was sure my heart was going to jump out of my chest. I love to swim with a passion and Katie Ledecky, in my humble opinion, was the...

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- Kaitlyn Peterson
 

    I anxiously sat on the couch in front of our TV. I was rooting for Katie Ledecky. As the swimmers lined up for the women's 800m freestyle final I was sure my heart was going to jump out of my chest. I love to swim with a passion and Katie Ledecky is my role model. I loved to watch people, swim, to learn their techniques was fascinating to me. They dove in and began to swim. Only into the first lap, Katie was almost a second ahead of the next person. By the second lap, she was two seconds ahead. Then over two. By the fourth, she was ahead of her own world record and almost three seconds in front of everybody else. A second over the world record and more than three seconds over all others. Four seconds. Five seconds and nearly two seconds above the world record. I'm pretty sure everybody else was vying for second at that...

 

Crisa screamed.
“Be quiet,” the old man warned. “She’ll hear you.”
Crisa had no idea who he was talking about but had a feeling that ‘she’ wasn’t a nice person. The lady was suddenly in front of her. “Get up,” she commanded.
“But I am up!” cried Crisa.
“Get up, Crisa!” The woman’s voice had a sense of urgency to it. Suddenly the room went cold as the woman again commanded, “Get up, Crisa!”
“How do you know my name?” asked Crisa.
“Because I’m your mother,” she said with expiration clear in her voice.
“My mother?” Crisa managed to say just before she awoke and found herself staring at Mom.
“Yes,” said Mom. “That’s me. Your mother. It’s time to wake up.”
“Oh,” acknowledged Crisa. “That’s why I was cold. You took my blanket off of me.”
“I didn’t think that you would ever wake up,” Mom scoffed. “C’mon we’ve math to do.”
Crisa groaned. “I forgot, it’s Tuesday...

“Wow, she’s perfect,” breathed Crisa as Mrs. Keselowski handed her the baby. She and her parents were visiting the Keselowski’s.
“Crisa tells me,” replied Dad, “that Lydia is one week old. Is this true?”
“Yes,” Mr. Keselowski laughed. “Our little baby, one week old.”
Mrs. Keselowski smiled weakly. Apparently the delivery had been rough on her. “Lydia has already gained weight,” she commented.
“Oh that’s nice,” Mom said. Her voice was suddenly filled with sadness. “It really makes me want another one but work would be too difficult to figure out. Steve and I discussed this several years ago.”
“Yeah,” said Mrs. Keselowski. “You know, Zach and I weren’t going to have another one but I stay home all day so when we considered it, it wasn’t hard to figure out what we really wanted. And of course, Shawn wanted a sibling.”
“Yeah,” agreed Mom. “I bet Crisa would love to have a sibling.”
Weird, thought Crisa. She sounds really...

“Really?” Crisa squealed. “Oh my God, Shawn today?”
Shawn sat up and nodded frantically. “An hour ago. She’s nine pounds even and twenty-five and one-half inches.”
“Wow, Shawn, I’m so happy for you! Congrats from Crisa!” Crisa felt dizzy with joy. She had been waiting for what seemed to be endless months for the baby to be born. “Lydia Leslie Keselowski. Wow. What is your full name?” Crisa asked, abruptly – but not purposely – changing the subject.
“Shawn Zachary Keselowski,” Shawn answered. “What’s yours?”
“Crisanna Cedar Lang,” Crisa replied.
“Pretty name,” Shawn commented.
“Thank you,” said Crisa. “You know, my parents must’ve named me quite well. I have known several people who wish they had been named with the name Darla instead of Rebecca and such but I’ve always been happy.”
“Maybe you’re just a content person,” suggested Shawn.
“Yeah. I guess. Oh. I’m sorry. I bet you still want to talk about your sister.”
Shawn laughed. “There isn’t...

Crisa leaned lazily against and oak tree and watched Shawn running towards her house. When he got there Crisa could clearly see that he was happy about something. Crisa had never seen his smile so big or his step so light. “Hi, Shawn,” Crisa greeted him. “Are you doing okay?”
“I’m happy,” Shawn sighed.
“I couldn’t tell that,” scoffed Crisa.
“Happy,” Shawn repeated. “Overjoyed. Excited. All in one.” Crisa watched in confusion as Shawn began to spin in circles. He spun until he fell onto the snow-covered ground. “Crisa,” he gasped. “She’s here.”
“Who’s here?” Even as Crisa asked the question something clicked in the back of her mind.
“Lydia. Lydia Leslie Keselowski. February twentieth. Can you imagine? What does she look like I wonder?” Shawn dropped his head back onto the ground.
Crisa smiled happily. The Keselowski’s baby had been born.
 

Crisa and Shawn walked into a brightly lit room and sat down on a bench. Crisa took off her jacket and neatly folded it beside her. She glanced at Shawn and noticed that he was scanning the room. “What are you looking for?” she asked.
“Food.”
“I’m pretty sure that it’s in the room opposite of us.” Crisa smiled as Shawn instantly stood up and pushed through people to get to the room. He returned with two Butterfingers, two Snicker bars, and two brownies. “You pig!” giggled Crisa.
“Hey now,” Shawn said defensively. “Half of it is for you.”
“How sweet,” teased Crisa.
“I should’ve never got you anything,” mumbled Shawn.
“Probably not,” Crisa said lightly.
“But,” Shawn replied. “I’m not such a pig as our dads are. They are standing at the table eating as if they hadn’t eaten in months.”
“Really?” asked Crisa sarcastically. “Cuz that doesn’t sound at all like my dad.” Crisa finished her brownie and...

    I watch as the the wind harshly blows the bird feeder around in circles. The little birds desperately cling to the hooks and frantically peck at the openings to get some food. I pity the little birds, who can barely hang on. They're legs are stronger than they look, however. You wouldn't guess, they are smaller than twigs. Even against the wind, the goldfinches fight over which spot they get to sit on. They are fierce for their size.

I feel the wind against my skin. It doesn't seem so rough when I feel it against me. The birds and the feeder are so light comparatively. I smiled as the wind whipped my hair. I felt it brush on my face. I knew the snarls would be deadly when I would brush my hair but the touch of the wind on the roots of my hair was indeed worth it. I raised my arms up and the wind whipped through...

I ran my fingers through the still water. I could feel the quietness of the pond. The area pulsed with beauty. I breathed in the

cool spring air and imagined what this pond would look like in a few weeks, bristling with life. Frogs, crickets, and water bugs

would inhabit the water and green algae would cover the top of the water. I turned to go, leaving Cold Spring Pond behind me.

1. How come people will read The Chronicles of Narnia but not the Harry Potter series due to religious beliefs?
2. Why do people think they're better than someone else when they insult that person?
3. How come I've seen someone drink pop when they have a killer of a toothache? Pop has sugar! Hello.
4. Why do people get the message that having a metal illness is a sign of weakness?
5. Why are thigh gaps popular and a sign of beauty?
6. Why is feminism considered wrong?
7. Why are men encouraged to be "manly"?
8. How do I get my crush to like me?
9. How do I get his brother to stop liking me?
10. How come I get along better with boys than with girls when I'm a girl?
11. When did I stop having cooties and boys started sitting by me?
12. How many of the guys I know like me?
13. Why is...

Hello, I say
We break up
Get back again
I tell you I'm sorry
And we start over
Back five paces
I run away and break your heart
I come back to apologize and we restart
But I starting to see a change in the
Way you welcome me
I'm starting to notice that you
Don't seem so enthused to meet me
I think this might be the last
Time we have a meal together
I cry when I kiss you good bye
One more time
I think I just hurt you again
I left with your car
I didn't come back for a week
You slammed the door in my face
I stayed on the step waiting
I left for California and
Stayed for a millennia
I decided to call you up after
A few dreary years

Hello, it's me
I was wondering if after all these years you'd
Like to meet
To go over everything
They say that...

This is the prison for the worst type of people. The ones who have murdered and abused people. Everyone is grumpy, not one person wishes to be here - even the prison guards hate it. There have been many physical fights that go on between everybody, guards and prisoners alike. We are constantly on guard, waiting for the chance to escape from this death hole. We work out and use our food well. We work together, all wishing for the same thing though everyone knows that everybody else wants everybody else dead. We are tolerating each other, after all we'd like nothing more than to eat each other's food.
Then it came. The day we've all been waiting for. Charlie fell asleep against the bars of a prison cell. There are many combinations of locks but we have all paid close attention. We exchange whispered notes to figure out the codes. We manage to unlock the code for all of...

President Trump
You split our hearts
You made us fight
Over your hate
You ripped apart families
Ripped them at the seams
You tore our self esteem
Make us lower than your throne
You think that you can make us love you
But there's always someone who's willing to fight back
If that has to be me
Then I'll let it be
I'll fight your sexism
Your racism
You will not be my role model
The president should
You should represent the country
But you will never represent us

The thunder roared outside of our house. Lightning flashed illuminating the fields and trees. The clouds were so thick and dark

you might not be able to tell that above that all, it was daytime. The house shook again and again. I watched the rain beat

down upon the road, several meters from our house. Cars drove by at snails pace, in a vicious attempt not to slip and crash

during the treacherous storm. I heard a stick crack ominously as the brutal unrelenting wind blew it down to the ground. Our

chickens dwell in our fields, I feared for them more than for my family. The winds were so strong, it could blow the pens away,

leaving the chickens to waste away from cold and fear. After all, we had nothing to fear. Right above our house, the clouds

were parted, leaving us and our house completely dry.
 

I am a thirteen year old girl. I am 5 feet 7 inches and I weigh 123 pounds. I have never hid much about myself, never been embarrassed to open up. But now I am. When I was young, not yet double digits, I began to suffer from alopecia. I got a few bald spots on my head. However, they were not visible even when I had my hair down. I didn't hide this fact from my friends, but I wasn't singing it to the world. I just accepted it as a fact. My hair grew back and I quickly forgot of it. Now, a few months after I turned thirteen, I have begun to suffer from the same problem. I am no longer as carefree and wide open as I was only a few years ago. I have began to recognize the thought of "feminine beauty" and although I am not one for following the rules, this was not...

Crisa carefully unfolded her dark purple shirt. She laid it on her bedroom floor and admired it. Crisa adored it. It wasn’t short-sleeved but its sleeves weren’t long either. Crisa pulled the shirt on and tucked it into her dark boot-cut jeans. She checked the time. It was seven-ten which meant she still had twenty minutes to get ready – if she needed that much time. As Crisa tugged high brown cowgirl boots on she wondered what Shawn would think. She stepped out of the room.
Mom was waiting for her. “Well, let’s have fun with your hair, huh?”
Crisa shrugged. “Maybe.”
Mom smiled. “We had better. You look gorgeous.”
“As do you,” Crisa said returning the compliment. Mom’s hair was down – which hardly ever happened – and hung in soft curls to her shoulders. She wore a dark blue dress, gold butterfly earrings, and black high heels.
Within minutes Crisa’s hair was in a French braid. “Will it...

I stood in the middle of the dark drippy forest, rain beating down upon my head. Here he was. He'd been my boyfriend but due to his incessant cruelty to girls and odd obsessions, I'd turned around to challenge him during high-school. I had got the best of him and I'd been running all my life since. I had discovered his secret. He'd promised it'd be the death of me. His steely eyes bored into my green ones. He raised his fist. I lifted my head and faced my alien death. The purple light flashed and all went dark.
 

Crisa screamed in laughter as a snowball – thrown by Karen – hit her in the stomach. “That’s number four!” taunted Karen. “You guys only have two!” Karen and Shawn were standing behind a line in the snow and Crisa and Erin were standing behind another line. Between the lines was a neutral zone. You weren’t allowed to pass it because if you did you had to join the opposite team.
“Well, you have Shawn,” Crisa called. “He aims and fires faster than Annie Oakley!”
“You had Shawn last time,” Karen pointed out carefully shaping a snowball.
“I know, that’s why I’m not complaining,” replied Crisa as she threw a snowball. She easily moved out of the way of Karen’s.
“Look out!” bellowed Shawn pushing Karen out of the way of the snowball and getting hit by it.
“Slick,” commented Karen brushing snow off of her jacket. “Real slick, Shawn.” She brushed her black hair out of her...

Crisa impatiently scrubbed the bathroom walls. Mom and Dad had agreed that Crisa’s punishment would be to clean the house. Deep clean the house. Crisa had been working for three hours already. She had quickly swallowed breakfast, brushed her teeth, and began to work. The time until nine o’ clock had seemed like an eternity. Crisa unhappily glanced at her red, sore hands. She had washed the breakfast dishes, swept the floor, dusted the TV and the china cabinet, and perfect the bathtub. Now she had the walls and the rest of the bathroom to finish. She knew that Mom wasn’t going to let her stop until the house was perfect because Crisa’s bad behavior was a perfect excuse to get the house clean. A whole Sunday wasted on cleaning, Crisa thought. I could be in the snow sledding right now. It’s probably too cold anyway, she scornfully thought. That thought made her feel a little better. After...

Crisa stepped into Happy’s restaurant which was decorated with mistletoe. Crisa was extremely careful not to step under any mistletoe as she walked to a table and watched Mom and Dad order food. She chose a large table because Shawn and his family were coming too. As Mom and Dad carried over double cheese-burgers and Kool-Aid, the door dinged and Shawn’s family walked in. “You!” cried Crisa at the sight of her friend.
“Crisa!” scolded Mom.
Crisa paid no attention. “You spendthrift!” she yelled stomping up to Shawn.
He raised his arms in surrender. “I’m sorry, Crisa! What’d I do? Merry Christmas to you too.”
“Ergh,” Crisa growled. She turned around and began to walk away.
“Hey!” Shawn cried. He grabbed her arm. Crisa tried to pull away but there was no real effort in her struggles. “Okay, Crisa, just stop.” Shawn’s parents sat down beside Crisa’s. “We will go sit down at a separate table and talk about what...

Crisa carefully cleaned out her braces with her fingernail as she reached for her second Rice-Krispy bar.
“Crisa,” Dad warned, “sugar’s bad for you teeth. Don’t eat too much of it.”
“So says the guy who’s had, oh, a bag of M&Ms, three Rice-Krispy bars, five Snickerdoodles, and is eating – is that a sugar cookie?” Crisa stuffed her half-eaten bar into Dad’s hand, who took a bite out of it. Crisa bolted to the kitchen where the warm smell of cookies washed over her. “Mmm,” Crisa sighed hugging Mom. “Those smell so good.”
“Thanks, pumpkin. You don’t want one do you?” Mom taunted.
                “Oh, Mom, please!”
                “Sure, but only one. Just because Dad’s eaten five-hundred sweets doesn’t mean that you have to.” Mom slid and unfrosted sugar cookie into Crisa’s fingers. “It’s warm so I’m not frosting it and I don’t want to hear anything,” Mom warned.
                “Okay, Mom thanks!”
                “Not a problem.”
               ...

“Happy Thanksgiving!” squealed Crisa hugging Shawn. “Thanks for inviting me to your parent’s Thanksgiving party. Believe me, I’ll invite you to one of my parents parties someday,” she promised. “Thanks again. No one ever invites me anywhere. I always do the inviting cuz Karen’s and Erin’s parents don’t have parties from their work.”
“You’re welcome,” laughed Shawn. “Happy Thanksgiving to you too.” His moment of happiness suddenly seemed to dissolve.”
“Shawn?” questioned Crisa. “What’s the matter?”
“Let’s go out to the park and I’ll tell you.” Shawn led Crisa out the back door of the building. She followed him to a bench. “It’s a pretty night,” Shawn remarked looking up at the starry sky.
“Shawn, please don’t evade my question.”
“I don’t know how you know when I’m upset. I guess I am worried.”
“About what?” Crisa pried.
“Mom.”
“What happened?” Crisa asked worriedly. She had come to like the funny lady. “Is she sick?”
“Yes.”
“What’s she down with?”...

“Sleeping Beauty?” Dad questioned. “I thought we named her Crisa.”
                “Dad, remember that lady that calls Shawn: Sebastian?”
                “Yes.”
                “Well, I teamed up with her and I used to call him Sebastian and now he calls me Sleeping Beauty. Karen is Rapunzel,” Crisa explained.        
                “I see,” acknowledged Dad. “Come in young man.” Dad stepped out of the doorway as he munched down a fourth granola bar.
                Crisa grabbed Shawn’s wrist and yanked him towards her room. “Ow!” yelled Shawn.
                “Crisa,” Dad warned sternly.
                “It’s fine Mr. Lang. You get used to it,” Shawn comforted.
                “Call me Steve,” said Dad as Crisa pulled Shawn into her room.
                Crisa sat down on her bed and pulled Shawn beside her. Finally she covered her ears with her hands. She shivered. “Brrr. This isn’t making much of a difference. My fingers are just as cold as my ears are. Shawn turned towards her.
                “Use...

“Mum! Hey whatcha doing? I thought Mrs. Turmoil was going to pick us up!” Crisa laughed shakily.
                “We changed plans when Anise got caught up in heavy traffic. She needed to go to the store too so I volunteered to take the job.” Mom paused. “And … as I’m walking towards the gym I see you Crisanna Lang, push someone!”
                “Mom,” Crisa began but Karen cut her off.
                “Mrs. Lang –” Karen started before she too was cut off.
                “Call me Teresa,” Mom corrected.
                “Okay, Teresa, it wasn’t Crisa’s fault. Joe was being mean to her; he really deserved more than what Cris gave him.”
                Mom knew that Joe had a history of being mean to Crisa and she was obviously flustered. “Well, she still shouldn’t – he could’ve hurt her – well – let’s get going and we’ll talk about it on the way back home.”
                As Crisa and Karen told the...

Doctor Who is a mad jumble of time travel and aliens. The Doctor flies through space and time in his TARDIS, keeping humans safe from invading aliens that threaten Earth’s existence. The Doctor poses as goofy, brilliant, brave and diligent; but he can sometimes get carried away in his fierce battles. The last of his kind, the Time Lords, the Doctor needs a companion by his side. Not only does his companion keep him company, she also helps him and regulates his sometimes erratic behavior. The Doctor has had many companions throughout his 900 years of life and they all vary in many ways. But no matter how different they are; Rose, Martha, and Donna are all exactly the companion the Doctor needs.
Rose meets the Doctor in the shop she works at. She is just about to leave the building when she remembers that she has to give one of the people working there, Wilson, his lottery tickets. She...

Jenny was a beautiful princess. Her hair was like golden honey - her eyes like the ocean blue. She wore the most beautiful dresses of all time - no one's clothing even resembled hers. She had slim white fingers that could sew anything that she only kept for herself. Her pale face was decorated by her rosy cheeks that glowed when she was facing the sunset. She loved everything beautiful, painted all day long, and sang to please the passerby. For she, beautiful Princess Jenny was trapped in a dark gloomy tower.

Evil spirits had been painted on the walls to haunt her perfect dreams. There were no doors to the tower, only one lonely window. It was thousands of feet up and the passerby she sang to were only birds. For, surrounded by miles of lava, she could sing to none else. Except for the dragon who blew up every daring prince who wished to save her. Alone and...

I’ll just do what I’m told
Or I’ll get in trouble
Do I have the right to object?
Have you gone back on your promises?
Swore you’d love me til death
Babe we’re not there yet
So see me please
I want you to keep me
 
Look at these tears of gold
Have you forgotten how much I’m worth?
Look at my eyes and see
I’m tired of not being me
Don’t you see I’m priceless?
My words feel useless
I’m gonna pour my soul to the world
I don’t havta be told
Oh, my tears of gold
 
You’re loving most of the time
You get in moods – I want to cry
You know I love you so much
I did all this for your love
Shopping together for a ring
In the car we’re severed
Oh, this thing
Giving me a loving hug
But you don’t want to talk
 
Look at these tears of gold ...

“Crisanna Lang!” yelled Mom.
                “Mmm-hmm?” mumbled Crisa. She was deeply immersed in an excellent book and was barely paying attention to anything else.
                “Come here this instant!”
                Crisa laboriously got off of her bed and walked into the kitchen where Mom was cleaning the counter. “What?”
                “How many times do I have to tell you NOT to leave your stuff on the counter?” Mom screeched.
                “Umm…” Crisa mumbled.
                “Once! Only ONCE! That means ONE WHOLE TIME! Go put these books away now!”
                Crisa grabbed the books and bolted to her room. She set them on her desk and flopped down onto her bed. She began to think about Shawn’s horses. He had been so devastated when Calamity had been sold. It was now October and one week ago Calamity had been bought by what Shawn said was a very nice couple who were fine with a destructive horse. Shawn had sold...

Crisa woke up early on Sunday morning. By 5 o’ clock Crisa was dressed. She glanced at the mirror. Her camouflage T-shirt went well with her slim boot – cut jeans and green socks. She quickly brushed her hair, washed her face, and drank a cup of water. Then she fried three eggs, toasted two pieces of bread and made a cup of orange juice. When she finished she pulled on her rubber boots and was about to head outdoors when she remembered that Mom might wonder where she was. Mom will know I’m outside, right? she thought. I don’t think I need to write a note. Mom might think irrationally but Dad will understand. Satisfied with her reasoning Crisa stepped outside. Crisa checked her watch. It was 5:45. Shawn should be awake. Crisa raced down the road towards Shawn’s house. In the Keselowski’s yard she stopped and looked around her. With her back to the house she walked around. ...

 
                Crisa yawned and stretched her arms. She sleepily peered at the clock hanging on the hospital wall. It was almost 6:30 a.m. which was breakfast. Crisa waited for several minutes until it was 6:35.
                Suddenly a knock sounded at the door. “Come in,” Crisa invited.
                To her surprise the girl who entered was not the same one that brought supper last night. It was Erin, her second best friend. Erin’s blonde curly hair was tied in a ponytail and her face seemed to glow. “Hey, Cris!” cried her friend. Crisa noted that Erin was carrying a box along with a breakfast tray. Erin handed her the tray and replied, “I asked that breakfast lady if I could bring you your food because I’m visiting you and bringing you something special that I made cuz I heard you got hurt when you looked at that fellow. I learned all this from Karen and I’m calling him ‘fellow’...

I stood in the middle of the dark drippy forest, rain beating down upon my head. Here he was. He'd been my boyfriend but due to his incessant cruelty to girls and odd obsessions, I'd turned around to challenge him during high-school. I had got the best of him and I'd been running all my life since. I had discovered his secret. He'd promised it'd be the death of me. His steely eyes bored into my green ones. He raised his fist. I lifted my head and faced my alien death. The purple light flashed and all went dark.
 

When Crisa opened her eyes she saw Karen’s face. “How are you doing, Cris?” her best friend questioned.
                “I’m sore everywhere,” moaned Crisa.
                “I feel so sorry for you, Crisa,” Karen replied. “Your foot looks awful.” Crisa’s stomach lurched as she looked down at her right leg. Her ankle was bent in an odd shape. “Shawn told me he thinks it’s broken. You’ve also got a really big cut on your forehead. The lady working on you gave you stitches and says that your ankle it isn’t broken just dislocated. Also Shawn is really nice and kinda cute. Your parents have already been here, now they are just going to the nearest town for lunch. They brought me here when they heard the news. Actually Shawn’s parents told them when they were leaving and your parents just got a bit detoured.” As Karen paused to take a deep breath Crisa sorted all the information in her head. “So...

Crisa slowly shuffled down the long gravel road that led to the neighbor’s house. She was halfway there when she heard a soft whinny to the right of her. Crisa gasped. “You beauty. I didn’t know the neighbor’s had horses!” Maybe I can handle these people if they have a horse. Crisa’s want for a horse was overwhelming and she could hardly resist the temptation to snuggle up to the black beauty. She ran her fingers through the horse’s mane and stroked its coat. She didn’t even notice the person in the woods behind her.
                “Excuse me,” a male voice said politely. “That is my horse.”
                Flushing Crisa answered, “Sorry but I have such an adoration for horses – I live over in the brown house – I amtruly sorry – she is so beautiful – I couldn’t stop to look for just a moment…” She paused in her ramblings as he gripped her shoulders and turned...

                Crisa woke up to the smell of bacon and eggs. She rolled over and sighed happily. It was Saturday, her favorite day because she was free to do basically whatever she wished without school or church. Not that either of those things were bad, she just liked her liberty.  Then Crisa covered her ears as she suddenly heard the beginning of Dad’s routine: being as noisy as possible.            
“Cris up yet?” she heard Dad mumble as he stomped into the kitchen.
                “No,” hissed Mom, “but she will be soon with all the noise you make!”
                Crisa sat up in bed and began to get dressed. No fair that I am the one that is disturbed every Saturday, she thought grumpily. For some mysterious reason Dad was only noisy on Saturdays. Two Saturdays ago Dad had promised to stop being loud. Last week he had been pretty quiet but now he was doing it again.
                Throwing her...

Standing in the middle of the dark drippy forest. Rain beating down upon my head. Here he was. He'd been my boyfriend but due to his incessant cruelty to girls and odd obbsessions, I'd turned around to challenge him during high-school. I had got the best of him and I'd been running all my life since. I was transfixed. His steel eyes bored into my green ones. He raised his fist. The flesh melted away to reveal a metal arm. I lifted my head. I knew he would spare my friend. The purple light flashed and all went dark.
 

It’s so cold in your presence
You make me feel all tense
Your lips are like ice
When they brush against mine
Thought you were gonna fix me
Since last time, I went so dizzy
Your voice is so steely
Cutting through all my healings
 
I wince when you touch me
Cos I feel all your hating
I clench my teeth
Trying to breathe
 
Cos it feels like winter
You words are icy splinters
I’m a frozen tree
You’ve shoved me to my knees
My limbs are brittle twigs
Feeling the wind splitting my veins
You snap me off bit by bit
Throw me in the fire to be killed
I can’t handle your winter
 
It’s so cold all around you
Baby, you make me lose
I’d punch you if I had the gut
My hand would probably freeze up
Last time, he was so harsh
Thought you wouldn’t rip me apart
You kill me all the...

With ev’ry smile and ev’ry word
You have made me learn
No friendship comes without a price
How long before I tell you twice?
I don’t want your love
E’en if you’re and angel from above
 
Baby don’t make me make you go away
I don’t wanna be the one who says you can’t stay
Don’t make me make you go way
Cos I don’t want you to make me
Baby don’t make me make you go away
I don’t wanna be the one who says you can’t stay
Don’t make me make you go away
Cos I don’t want you to make me
Oh, no
 
Well the angels looking down
Upon me they frown
Cos they gave me a decent boy
One who is handsome, strong, and coy
“Shut up” and “shove off”
You say these things cos you love me (cough)
 
Baby don’t make me make you go away
I don’t wanna be the one...

You reach out to touch the cold rotten wood. As you push the door, it opens but silently. You frown as you inspect the rusty hinges that don't dare squeak in such hideous gloom. The soft floor bends under your steps but you walk on. There is something about this haunted house that draws you into it's depths. Something that pulls your soul away from the door you should've ran out of at the first glance. Up in the rafters mice scurry. One slips right over your head and you scream. Yet you still press on, daring to reach the unknown. All of the sudden, the floor caves and your left foot treacherously sinks. Unfortunately, you are on the second floor and as your weight abruptly hits the wood, it splits and your whole body falls. The pain does not slow you. You stand and climb back up those creaking swaying stairs that threaten to throw you off. They don't,...

Standing in the middle of the dark drippy forest. Rain beating down upon my head as my best friend wraps her arm around my waist. Here he was. He'd been my boyfriend but I'd turned around to challenge him during high-school. I had got the best of him and I'd been running all my life since. I was transfixed. His steel eyes bored into my green ones. He raised his fist. The flesh melted away to reveal a metal arm. I lifted my head. I knew he would spare my friend. The purple light flashed and all went dark.
 

My siblings and I fight a lot. We are constantly arguing and we never miss an opportunity to attack.  All it takes is a little bit of teasing or just an accidental bump as we pass each other in the hall to set us off. Even though I am part of this never-ending fiasco, it gets exhausting. I took the opportunity to escape to camp gladly.
Even though I love my siblings it was nice to get away for a week. I did have a few disputes with my newfound friends but for the most part it was argument free. I got stronger and faster during my stay. I climbed rock walls for nearly an hour. My forearms were sore but that did not compare with the pain I felt after playing dodgeball a couple times. I was the ‘target’ and spent nearly the entire hour just running. I was the most valuable player and as much as I loved...

I’ve powers you can’t imagine
And something bout my kin
That would blow your mind
And all of mankind
 
Every one of the guys
Say I’m so wise
It’s probl’ly just my beauty
Cos I’m a child of Aphrodite
I’m a killer to the core
I’m a lover of blood and gore
The fighting just won’t cease
Cos I’m also one of Ares
 
I just can’t marry a boy
Fighting’s too much of a joy
I’ve tried to love before
But to tell the truth, it didn’t soar
 
Every one of the guys
Say I’m so wise
It’s probl’ly just my beauty
Cos I’m a child of Aphrodite
I’m a killer to the core
I’m a lover of blood and gore
The fighting just won’t cease
Cos I’m also one of Ares
 
It funny how this works
I’ve a couple of odd quirks
I’m a mixture of these two
I’m quite different from you
 
Every...

I gaze into his wild blue eyes and I recall all the incidents he hurt me. His words cut my soul. All the times he called me names, I can remember each and every time. I can remember how he teased and laughed at me while all the adults whispered things behind their hands about "romance". I was young, not yet in my teens and I could not see or understand what he was doing. Finally, I get it. All that time I spent thinking of hating him - he stole my heart and now - those blue eyes are honey.

I don't want a six-pack. I used to until I came to the full realization that I AM A GIRL and sometimes that sucks. I read endless things on getting a six-pack when you're a girl and I realized it is hard to get one. I read countless stories of women starving themselves on Diet Coke to be skinny so that their abs show. I am fit and I have a strong core but I don't want a six-pack anymore. Starving myself, is not the commitment I wanted and I've realized that I don't really think I want one anymore. Sure, women with six-packs look sexy but I would way rather have flat abs then a six-pack that is a struggle to maintain.
Six-packs are generally seen as a sign of health - when it comes to Olympians and men.
Six-packs sure are enviable but I think that I should stop trying so hard. It is unhealthy and wrong if...

Just trust me
Cos I won't break your heart
Just trust me
I'll take it slow from the start
Let's just take our time
If you're scared we'll just rewind
Cos all of time could not stop me
It's already tried to slow me down
Did you think I'd give up so soon, now?

Just trust me
(Trust in me)
Just trust in me
(Trust in me)
There's nothing that can stop me now
I swear, I won't let you down
I will be the sole provider
Do you want me to be the fighter?
Cos I would
All for you
You just have to trust in me....too
 

“Eat your food. There are kids starving in Africa.” “Don’t rinse that yet. There’s still some sauce in there.” “Don’t just throw that jar away. There’s enough peanut butter in there to make two more sandwiches.” My parents used to drive me crazy with their ‘no food waste’ mantra. Dad wouldn’t let me leave the dinner table if I didn’t finish my broccoli and I couldn’t make spaghetti sauce without Mom hovering over me, ensuring that I didn’t waste a single drop of it.
At the time I didn’t understand. Who cares if a spoonful of sauce gets poured down the drain? What does it matter if a few vegetables end up in the landfill? After all, I was just one person, a mere fraction of a percent of the United States’ population. The thing is, once you start thinking about it, if every person in the US got rid of one piece of broccoli than over 300 million pieces...

You know those hiccups that hurt your chest? That's what life is. No hiccups is a smooth time in life, little hiccups are bumpy times in life, and ones that hurt your chest signify big life-hiccups. Think of that when times are rough. Hiccups always end-so will the hard times.

I’ve always been
A natural ruler
Loving queen
No one is wiser
But I’ve found
I’ve shoved in the background
There’s something dark
Inside my heart
No one can know
I might be disowned
 
But they all say:
No you won’t
No you won’t
Cos you’re all that the
Boys want
Boys want
It will
Never change
Never change
So let me hear
That you reign
That you reign
No you won’t
No you won’t
Cos you’re all that the
Boys want
Boys want
It will
Never change
Never change
So let me hear
That you reign
That you reign
 
Cos I’m Queen Fireheart
And I’ll start
This war that will
Rip us apart
If we die for this
Then we know
Evil is defeated
And we can go
Home
Queen Fireheart
Oh, oh
Fire in my heart
Oh, oh
Winning from the start
Oh, oh
I’m Queen Fireheart
Call me Queen Fireheart
Fireheart
Fireheart
 
I’ve always...

One inch
A life in progress
Always growing
Free and lawless
It held,
A mighty fortress
Against raging wind
It stood
Guarding
All who stay
Underneath for
A home
Painted green
And brown
Green roof
Brown sides
It fell when time
Said
It faded
When life
Ends
Hazy sky
Wet earth
Into the ground
Turned into dirt

Birds.
Trees.
Sky.
Bees.
Grass.
Sea.
Clouds.
Me.
Branches.
Insects.
Fish.
Mimics.
Mammals.
Reptiles.
Amphibians.
Smiles.
God.
Jesus.
Christ.
Life.
 

Cassie Mornoe's name sings smoothly and beautifully through every person's ears. Her black hair never snarls yet eternally looks as though the wind decided to take a stroll through it. Her eyes shine blue as a clear cloudless sky, only clouding over when she feels unfairly treated. Even through sickness, she skips down the halls, outdoing all healthy students. Her button nose compliments her small stature. Her height allows her to be an amazing gymnast.
I look at him. The way his eyes soak up Cassie's figure. And I wish, that just once, he would dare to look at me the same way.

You struck down my heart
Gave me reason to die
You struck down my heart
And now I’m asking you why
You said no
Why did you say no?
Give me a reason you said no
Why is the answer no?
No, no, no
 
I was walking on a line
Wondering if I should cross to your side
It’d only take a step
I’d be pouring my heart in your hands
Finally I went over
Told you I was you lover
It all went wrong from there
I think your hands were made to tear
Over, I crossed
And I lost
Lost, lost, lost
 
You struck down my heart
Gave me reason to die
You struck down my heart
And now I’m asking you why
You said no
Why did you say no?
Give me a reason you said no
Why is the answer no?
No, no, no
 
Honey, should I hate you now?
Since my aching...

1. Confident - Demi Lovato
Demi Lovato had an eating disorder and suffered from depression. This song was a way of expressing how she is now over that and feeling good about herself. She also sends out the message that there is nothing wrong with being confident and she's basically rising out of the dust, entirely sure of herself. This is my favorite song and very inspirational to me.
2. Scars to Your Beautiful - Alessia Cara
Alessia Cara's song "Scars to Your Beautiful" was inspired by her younger years. She suffered from hair loss and was greatly teased over it. This song illustrates how no matter who you are or how you look you are beautiful. It tells how "you don't have to change a thing, the world could change it's heart". It is a very inspiring song that will help lift girls up who do not feel body confident.
3. Warrior - Demi Lovato
For me, this song...

1. Confident - Demi Lovato
Demi Lovato had an eating disorder and suffered from depression. This song was a way of expressing how she is now over that and feeling good about herself. She also sends out the message that there is nothing wrong with being confident and she's basically rising out of the dust, entirely sure of herself. This is my favorite song and very inspirational to me.
2. Scars to Your Beautiful - Alessia Cara
Alessia Cara's song "Scars to Your Beautiful" was inspired by her younger years. She suffered from hair loss and was greatly teased over it. This song illustrates how no matter who you are or how you look you are beautiful. It tells how "you don't have to change a thing, the world could change it's heart". It is a very inspiring song that will help lift girls up who do not feel body confident.
3. Warrior - Demi Lovato
For me, this song...

Cos you got that bling, girl
Nah, nah, nah
Got that bling, girl
Nah, nah, nah
Oh
Got that bring it on
Nah, nah, nah
Makes ‘em back off
Nah, nah, nah
Put it on
Show it off
Do it right
Give ‘em that spicy bite
 
We gonna be dancing
Through all the night
Put that bling on
Do this right
Do it right
Ha
Bling, bling
Bling, bling
Put it on
Ring, ring
Ring, ring
Diamond
Put it on
Show it off
Make ‘em jealous
Show that zealous
Let the
Inner reflect the outer
Be expressive
Be louder
 
You wear that bling, girl
Nah, nah, nah
Make ‘em think, girl
Nah, nah, nah
Oh
Make ‘em wonder
Nah, nah, nah
What money yer coverin’
Nah, nah, nah
Burn it, yeah
Do it quick
Get the colours
Give ‘em wonders
 
We gonna be dancing
Through all the night
Put that bling on
Do this right
Do it...

God is always by your side
God never would say goodbye
Christ gave his all
To save our sorrowing souls
He loves us more than he should
Considering our sinful hearts
So I will entirely grateful be
For all of eternity
I will try to live for Christ alone
I will fail to do this, though
Lucky for me, he forgives us all
My sin prevents me from being perfect so
I will pray he forgive me now
And forever I will to him bow
The things my LORD had done for me
I will love him for all of eternity
God is always by my side
He will never say goodbye
 

Devils and fugitives wolves may be
And yet we should be able to see
Sneaky and sly wolves may be
Yet they have courage and loyalty
Without strength wolves would never survive
Neither will we since we want life
If we do not for kindness strive
We should be like the wolves

What should be seen with out own eyes
Is something as normal as eating
Kindness, for all, to use with no lies
So remember family and friends
When you fight with each other, all ends
We should be like the wolves

 

Devils and fugitives wolves may be
And yet we should be able to see
Sneaky and sly wolves may be
Yet they have courage and loyalty
Without strength wolves would never survive
Neither will we dead or alive
If we do not for kindness strive
We should be like the wolves

What should be seen with out own eyes
Is something as normal as eating
Kindness, for all, to use with no lies
So remember family and friends
When you fight with each other, all ends
We should be like the wolves

 

I mean, really. Teens are really given a bad rap for....what, exactly? Sure we can be obsessive jerks who always think they're right, but I mean, come on. We've got a tough life. First of all, we're growing up. Our hormones make us touchy and we're finally figuring out who we are, how tall we'll be, our true body shape, and how emotionally stable we are. Smile, heehee. Not emotionally stable at all. That's fine. We live. Next, we come out will all the jerky teens who think they're better than we are. And they are - or so it seems. The jerky ones always seem to be the ones that everybody's jealous of. They've built themselves up so high, they get stupid. Or are we all stupid? Maybe we are, but then they're the opposite sex. For me, it's boys. All of the sudden, you can't have a friend who is a boy without getting the heck teased out...

Hello, I say
We break up
Get back again
I tell you I'm sorry
And we start over
Back five paces
I run away and break your heart
I come back to apologize and we restart
But I starting to see a change in the
Way you welcome me
I'm starting to notice that you
Don't seem so enthused to meet me
I think this might be the last
Time we have a meal together
I cry when I kiss you good bye
One more time
I think I just hurt you again
I left with your car
I didn't come back for a week
You slammed the door in my face
I stayed on the step waiting
I left for California and
Stayed for a millenia
I decided to call you up after
A few dreary years

Hello, it's me
I was wondering if after all these years you'd
Like to meet
To go over everything
They say that...

1. Donald Trump can't do his hair without making me puke
2. Politics are annoying
3. I cannot stop singing all of the time
4. If I can't write, I will die
5. Everyone's good and evil
6. We all make poor decisions
7. I am obsessed with music
8. I need to realize that some of my boy friends will stay jerks no matter what I try to do
9. Everyone dies
10. I will not always be happy
11. My skin will not look like Beyonce's no matter how much I wish it did
12. I will probably never meet Adele
13. I will never stop itching this mosquito bite on my finger
14. I want to be a famous singer
15. I can't make my crush love me

God is always by your side
God will never say goodbye
Christ gave his all
To save our sorrowing souls
He loves us more than he should
Considering our sinful hearts
So I will entirely grateful be
For all of eternity
I will try to live for Christ alone
I will fail to do this, though
Lucky for me, he forgives us all
My sin prevents me from being perfect so
I will pray he forgive me now
And forever I will to him bow
The things my LORD had done for me
I will love him for all of eternity
God is always by my side
He will never say goodbye
 

Spring is the beginning of life
All is green and untrained
Small are the little leaves
That make time of all else
 
Summer is growing, growing fast
Higher and higher
All grows
To make me stand on my tip toes
 
Fall is colourful
I have new ideas
Your playing is not so great and fun
As summer was
 
Winter is death and sleep of all
The slowly proceeding cold engulfs
Everyone in its way

What is love?
That shines high above
Singing in our heart
It helps life start
 
Love gives us hope
It ties the rope
That forever binds
Our caring minds
 
Love is strong
Protects us long
Until death
Our last breath

Be merry, be cheerful, why not?
Be loving, be kind, why not?
Take to heart, do all you want
As long as it’s kind, why not?

I’m up at six o’ clock
In the morning
Sipping on my tea
Leave me alone
Need some time on my own, baby
Eat a slow breakfast at ten
Leave the dishes for my friends
Watch some movies
Eat some M&M’s with cookies
By two
I’m in my room
Drawing a picture
Of me with my sister
 
Oh, baby
But why
Does this make me cry?
It's been so long
I should be over this by now
 
Cos days like this
Remind me of you
When we’d chill on the sofa
You’d promise you’d never go
I can’t look into blue eyes
Without thinking ‘bout you, I
Can’t bear to lift weights
Since you taught me how
Not to break under their strain
I won’t be bullied without
Laughing in their face
Cos it reminds me how
You’d lash back
Baby, why did you have to
Break me like that?
Oh
Oh, no
 
I remember when
We...

I’m up at six o’ clock
In the morning
Sipping on my tea
Leave me alone
Need some time on my own, baby
Eat a slow breakfast at ten
Leave the dishes for my friends
Watch some movies
Eat some M&M’s with cookies
By two
I’m in my room
Drawing a picture
Of me with my sister
 
Oh, baby
But why
Does this make me cry?
I think I’m
About to die
 
Cos days like this
Remind me of you
When we’d chill on the sofa
You’d promise you’d never go
I can’t look into blue eyes
Without thinking ‘bout you, I
Can’t bear to lift weights
Since you taught me how
Not to break under their strain
I won’t be bullied without
Laughing in their face
Cos it reminds me how
You’d lash back
Baby, why did you have to
Break me like that?
Oh
Oh, no
 
I remember when
We were nine
Said we’d get ...

Verse One:
I’ve been here
For all of seven years
I've been searching for your heart
I did everything you could’ve asked
How long will this last?
Cos
I keep going back and forth
Think you love me
Then you don’t
Opened the doors;
You smiled my way
Offered my hand but you
Pushed it away
Everyone says you're friendly
You've drawing personality
Times were once different
That's why I gotta get out
Don't think of our past
We've forgiven it but
How far are you willing to go?
Are we just friends or
Are we something more?
You’re leaving my heart sore
 
Pre-Chorus:
Give me a reason I shouldn’t cut you outta my life
Give me a reason I shouldn’t give up
But there’s one reason that’s enough
Reason can’t conquer my heart
 
Chorus:
I can’t, I can’t let you go
My heart won’t give up, oh no
Every time I try and step away
A shock...

Oh, I don’t know why you’d even pretend
That I’d love you for one bit my friend
I don’t think we’re made for each other
I’ve asked everyone, even my brothers
 
And they all said:
Lord, stay away
From that boy; he’s crazy in the brain
He doesn’t know who he is
Or who you are
 
Oh, I don’t know why look at me
There ain’t much pretty to see
I don’t know what to do with you
This isn’t right, me and you.
 
And they all said:
Lord, stay away
From that boy; he’s crazy in the brain
He doesn’t know who he is
Or who you are
 
I’m telling you; I’m getting dizzy
But I don’t think you’re listening
You’re oblivious to my pain
You’ve been that way since I came
 
And they all said:
Lord, stay away
From that boy; he’s crazy in the brain
He doesn’t know who he is
Or...

Verse One:
I’ve been here
For all of seven years
Pining after your love
I did everything you could’ve asked
Gave you every piece that I had
I keep going back and forth
Think you love me
Then you don’t
Opened the doors;
You smiled my way
Offered my hand but you
Pushed it away
Are we just friends or
Are we something more?
You’re leaving my heart sore
 
Pre-Chorus:
Give me a reason I shouldn’t cut you outta my life
Give me a reason I shouldn’t give up
But there’s one reason that’s enough
Reason can’t conquer my heart
 
Chorus:
I can’t, I can’t let you go
My heart won’t give up, oh no
Every time I try and step away
A shock runs through my body
I need to cut you out of my life
When I try part of me dies
I can’t do this, I can’t do this, I can’t do this
 
Verse...

I have made breadsticks time and time again. The process has been trial and error. They’ve always come out of the oven delicious but I have endlessly strove to make them flawless. Finally, after hours of work I have brought them pretty close to that.
                For a start make sure that you have a large area to work. You need a clear space to knead the dough. In a large bowl spoon out two tablespoons of dry yeast followed by a cup and two tablespoons of warm water – think hot tub temperature. Next pour in a quarter cup of sugar and on third cup of vegetable oil. Stir briefly. Now let it sit for at least five minutes. With all this time to spare it is a good idea to keep working. Set out two baking sheets, olive oil, and garlic salt. Quickly spray the pans to prevent sticking. If there is still time, set out white flour,...

Verse One:
I’ve been here
For all of seven years
Pining after your love
I did everything you could’ve asked
Gave you every piece that I had
I keep going back and forth
Think you love me
Then you don’t
Opened the doors;
You smiled my way
Offered my hand but you
Pushed it away
Are we just friends or
Are we something more?
You’re leaving my heart sore
 
Pre-Chorus:
Give me a reason I shouldn’t cut you outta my life
Give me a reason I shouldn’t give up
But there’s one reason that’s enough
Reason can’t conquer my heart
 
Chorus:
I can’t, I can’t let you go
My heart won’t give up, oh no
Every time I try and step away
A shock runs through my body
I need to cut you out of my life
When I try part of me dies
I can’t do this, I can’t do this, I can’t do this
 
Verse...

I remember when I hated your face
I couldn’t stand to be in the same place
But now, I think I love you
And I wish you loved me too
But sometimes I think…
 
It’s so hard
Cos it’s coming from my heart,
Ripping me apart
And I’m in despair
 
I love you with all my soul
Yet your heart is just so cold
I wish you’d just be my friend
And I could live with you to the end
Baby,can’t we forget our past
In adoration forever last
You have nearly as much to forgive me
As I have to forgive you
We have both said ugly things
Will you just give me a second chance?
 
I know you don’t like me
You prob’ly wish I didn’t exist
Maybe I should go find someone
Who adores me
Yet, it takes all my energy
Because I love when you smile shyly
It draws me nearer to you ...

I remember when I hated your face
I couldn’t stand to be in the same place
But now, I think I love you
And I wish you loved me too
But sometimes I think…
 
It’s so hard
Cos it’s coming from my heart,
Ripping me apart
And I’m in despair
 
I love you with all my soul
Yet your heart is just so cold
I wish you’d just be my friend
And I could live with you to the end
Baby,can’t we forget our past
In adoration forever last
You have nearly as much to forgive me
As I have to forgive you
We have both said ugly things
Will you just give me a second chance?
 
I know you don’t like me
You prob’ly wish I didn’t exist
Maybe I should go find someone
Who adores me
I won’t give up…
 
It’s so hard
Cos it’s coming from my heart,
Ripping me apart
And I’m...

Rose Tyler is a sweet girl
Donna Noble makes a head whirl
Martha Jones keeps you running
Captain Jack is very cunning
 
The Master can outwit them all
The Master will always be their fall
Yet their loyalty he cannot match
It makes them all a tricky catch

 
I know, maybe, I coulda done better with you
 
I know you dream to be king
And I know he can’t afford a thing
You buy hotels and they get a deal
He’s just scrounging for a meal
You got so much cash you dunno what to do
He’s got nothing; he can’t buy a shoe
I know with you I’d own a manor
And know that with him, a tent’s a big matter
 
Yeah, I know, I know
But you know, you know
There’s this feeling I can’t abolish
That I’m just chipped nail polish
 
To him I’m worth
And to you I’m nuthin
He makes me feel perfect just the way I am
While you make me feel I’m not worth anything
Just gimme your hand
I’ll tell you the future
It’s got nothing to do with me
I just want you to realize that
You make me feel awful
He makes me priceless ...

I remember when I hated your face
I couldn’t stand to be in the same place
But now, I think I love you
And I wish you loved me too
But sometimes I think…
 
It’s so hard
Cos it’s coming from my heart,
Ripping me apart
And I’m in despair
 
I love you with all my soul
Yet your heart is just so cold
I wish you’d just be my friend
And I could live with you to the end
C’mon, c’mon, can’t we forget our past
In adoration forever last
You have nearly as much to forgive me
As I have to forgive you
We have both said ugly things
Will you just give me a second chance?
 
I know you don’t like me
You prob’ly wish I didn’t exist
Maybe I should go find someone
Who adores me
I won’t give up…
 
It’s so hard
Cos it’s coming from my heart,
Ripping me apart ...

Verse One:
I’ve been here for all of seven years
Pining after your love
I did everything you could’ve asked
Gave you every piece that I had
I keep going back and forth
Think you love me then you don’t
Opened the doors; you smiled my way
Offered my hand but you pushed it away
Are we just friends or are we something more?
You’re leaving my heart sore
 
Pre-Chorus:
Give me a reason I shouldn’t cut you outta my life
Give me a reason I shouldn’t give up
But there’s one reason that’s enough
Reason can’t conquer my heart
 
Chorus:
I can’t, I can’t let you go
My heart won’t give up, oh no
Every time I try and step away
A shock runs through my body
I need to cut you out of my life
When I try part of me dies
I can’t do this, I can’t do this, I can’t do this
 
Verse...

Verse One:
You think I need to be a pencil
To be beautiful
I have to be a model
So you think I’m sexy
So listen up, my dear
Just erase all your fear…
 
Chorus:
Girls can be whatever they want
They don’t ever have to flaunt
I’m so perfect in all my curves
My beauty don’t match up with any words
My curves make me sexy
So curvy I’m sexy
 
Verse Two:
I’m not fat but I sure ain’t skinny
I am still winning
Running isn’t my strong suit
But I don’t care at all
If you love swimming, go
Remember to eat too
 
Chorus:
Girls can be whatever they want
They don’t ever have to flaunt
I’m so perfect in all my curves
My beauty don’t match up with any words
My curves make me sexy
So curvy I’m sexy
 
Bridge:
I’m beautiful as me
Cos perfection’s all I see
You should love the...

It’s so cold in your presence
You make me feel all tense
Your lips are like ice
When they brush against mine
Thought you were gonna fix me
Since last time, I went so dizzy
Your voice is so steely
Cutting through all my healings
 
I wince when you touch me
Cos I feel all your hating
I clench my teeth
Trying to breathe
 
Cos it feels like winter
You words are icy splinters
I’m a frozen tree
You’ve shoved me to my knees
My limbs are brittle twigs
Feeling the wind splitting my veins
You snap me off bit by bit
Throw me in the fire to be killed
I can’t handle your winter
 
It’s so cold all around you
Baby, you make me lose
I’d punch you if I had the gut
My hand would probably freeze up
Last time, he was so harsh
Thought you wouldn’t rip me apart
You kill me all the...

Live like you mean it
Live like tomorrow’s your last day
Do whatever you want to
Follow your heart and be true
Live cos you dunno how much time
You’ve got before you die
You need to do this right
So live like it’s your last night
 
So get out and start livin’
Make up and forgive
There’s nothing better than this
So live out your best
You can fly when the stars come out
You can soar when the sun comes up
You can do anything you want
Live like you can’t stop
 
Laugh because the world needs a smile
Laugh – it helps when you’re tired
Lift that face from that frown
It helps when you’re feeling down
Laugh, cos it lightens the soul
It helps you from feeling dark and cold
You need to do this right
So laugh like it’s your last night
 
So get out and start laughin’
Make up and forgive ...

 
People seem to wanna be thin
Just nothing but bones and skin
Think others are staring at them
So they go on a diet that leaves ‘em starving
But what you are is so much more
Your body shape gives you glory
Every person has a gift
Who want to be built out of nothingness?
 
Baby, you’re sculpted
Every curve should be exalted
Everyone’s gorgeous from when they’re born
Don’t matter how many scars you get on the road
Size
Shape
Height
Features
Heavy
Round
Short
Ugly
Light
Straight
Tall
Pretty
Oh, baby, you’re sculpted
 
Look at your shining eyes
Everybody’s beautiful in their body type
Tune out those critics
Stand up and win it
You can do anything you want
Just love that body you’ve got
People look up to confidence
People feel bad when others are perfect
 
Baby, you’re sculpted
Every curve should be exalted
Everyone’s gorgeous from when they’re born
Don’t matter how...

 
My body tingles
And my hands go numb
I cross my legs
Try to appear nonchalant
I got a headache
My heart beats fast
I forget how to breathe
As you walk past
I fold my arms
While my finger shake
You sit in that seat
Next to me
My voice catches
In my throat as I
Make an attempt
To say hi
 
As I look into your eyes
And you stare back in mine
I feel there’s a mutual confession in line
 
Do you feel the same way as I do?
Do you feel crazed when I stand by you?
If you don’t
Press one
If you do
We have a mutual confession
Mutual confession
 
Well, I freeze when you
Ask me to dance
My stomach hurts
When you try and hold my hand
Yeah, I let you go
Right afterward
Don’t want you to think that
I am quite weird
When you pull me ...

We were best friends; we’d walk side by side
You were my best friend; to you I’d never lie
 
You weren’t afraid to compliment my skills
Never embarrassed to point out my flaws
You knew I wasn’t perfect
You didn’t care one bit
I had my moments with you
Where I was like
“What am I doing here?”
I was so proud
And so scared
You were my first boy
And I didn’t care
 
You didn’t write any love letters
I didn’t kiss your lips
The most we gave each other was a little picture gift
Might be different if we’d met somewhere else
We might not’ve worked out
But the week was amazing
And I’d change nothing
You were perfect in my eyes
You were always mine
 
We would go walking together side by side
Hand in hand skipping through the dark cold nights
You would keep from the cold
You made me so very bold ...

I’ve powers you can’t imagine
And something bout my kin
That would blow your mind
And all of mankind
 
Every one of the guys
Say I’m so wise
It’s probl’ly just my beauty
Cos I’m a child of Aphrodite
I’m a killer to the core
I’m a lover of blood and gore
The fighting just won’t cease
Cos I’m also one of Ares
 
I just can’t marry a boy
Fighting’s too much of a joy
I’ve tried to love before
But to tell the truth, it didn’t soar
 
Every one of the guys
Say I’m so wise
It’s probl’ly just my beauty
Cos I’m a child of Aphrodite
I’m a killer to the core
I’m a lover of blood and gore
The fighting just won’t cease
Cos I’m also one of Ares
 
It funny how this works
I’ve a couple of odd quirks
I’m a mixture of these two
I’m quite different from you
 
Every...

I’ve been here for all of seven years
Pining after your love
I did everything you could’ve asked
Gave you every piece that I had
I keep going back and forth
Think you love me then you don’t
Opened the doors; you smiled my way
Offered my hand but you pushed it away
Are we just friends or are we something more?
You’re leaving my heart sore
 
Give me a reason I shouldn’t cut you outta my life
Give me a reason I shouldn’t give up
But there’s one reason that’s enough
Reason can’t conquer my heart
 
I can’t, I can’t let you go
My heart won’t give up, oh no
Every time I try and step away
A shock runs through my body
I need to cut you out of my life
When I try part of me dies
I can’t do this, I can’t do this, I can’t do this
 
Why won’t your soul just...