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Ahh...Tia, you always know what to put in the group. No wonder you make so many.Creative Writing Prompts Challenge http://www.goodreads.com/story/show/4...
I Am Lina http://www.goodreads.com/story/show/3...
Please read them! Oh yeah, the second writing prompt isn't finished. Just FYI.
ok, this is a story that I'm still writing... feel free to read it and write a short reviewhttp://www.goodreads.com/story/show/4...
how am i ever gonna read all of them?!
Wow! I like your poem Rocio!I want to read all of your writings! And I definately will ASAP!
I really like the poem Mizla! Except one part confused me. It's the bolded part:So cry, baby, cry
This is the last time I’ll
Be seeing you so sad
Coz, the time you join me in heaven,
I won’t let any grief touch you…
I'm writing a true story (book) about my life. There is an excerpt from one of the unfinished chapters that would be fitting for this group. Shall I post?
Anyways... Here's the first two chapters of the book: http://www.goodreads.com/story/show/3...
Anyways... Here's the first two chapters of the book: http://www.goodreads.com/story/show/3...
http://www.goodreads.com/story/show/4...i have gotten lots of good feedback from this! i think you all will like it!
I have three short stories I would like you to read:http://www.goodreads.com/story/show/4...
http://www.goodreads.com/story/show/4...
http://www.goodreads.com/story/show/4...
thankyou aN!! well this persona is dead n his sould is telling this to his bevoled.. so the next time they'll be meeting will b in heaven... is it ok now? ;)
Chapter 5 Excerpt(true story)
Shortly after the court hearing, I was transported back to the juvenile detention center in Appleton. I decided I wasn't going to go cooperating and was going to do anything to make the officers life miserable for that short drive. There was another younger Asian male sitting next to me in the police car. I got his attention and showed him my hands that were in handcuffs. Being that I had worn these many times in the past, I knew how to maneuver them just right to get them off my tiny wrists. They never could get them tight enough. So I did just that, I showed the boy next to me that I could take them off. He laughed. It was actually quite funny pulling little childish pranks such as this. I readjusted the seat belt so it was no longer uncomfortably strapped across both of my arms and placed my handcuffs back on leaving the seatbelt in between my arm and the handcuffs. When we arrived at the jail, the police officers opened the door to get me out of the car only to find out that they were going to have to un-cuff me to get me out of the car. I burst into laughter as did the boy next to me. The officers stood there glaring at me.
"What? You think this is funny?"
"Yes actually," I snickered.
So they un-cuffed me and took the seat belt out. They didn't bother re-cuffing me this time and escorted me back to intake where they placed me into one of the interrogation rooms to wait until they were ready to process me. At this time two of the female guards took me into a closed room.
"Okay strip down to nothing and place your clothes on the chair."
So at the age of 14 in front of complete strangers I did just that; stripped down to nothing. Reality was starting to set in and my games weren't all that fun anymore.
"Now step into the shower and wash yourself."
I stepped into the shower with only a small door about two feet in height going across my mid section that hid my most private areas enclosing me. At first the water was freezing but it warmed up. I allowed the warm water to beat on my back as I remembered how nice it felt to take a shower and be clean as the two guards watched, and after 5 minutes they threw my new orange attire over the door.
"That's long enough. Put these on."
As I got dressed in my new stylish orange jump suit, I thought about what lie ahead.
"You're going to have a cellmate. We call her Big Bertha. You are small, so you better stay in line cause compared to you she's a monster." the guards taunted.
It was getting late, so by the time I was placed into my cell, my new home, all the other girls were already in bed. The next morning I met my cellmate. She was neither big nor was her name Bertha. She was actually a small little young blonde not too unlike myself.
Bright lights at four thirty in the morning never gets easy. That was always how our days started in jail. Then it was time for breakfast, and showers. For the next 12 hours or so all the girls in the block were out in the common area which consisted of three mesh metal tables with four mesh metal benches around them. That's where we played cards because that was really all there was to do in there. Occassionally you were able to talk the guards into allowing you to stay in your room by pretending you were sick, and even rarer, you could actually find someone in the other blocks to talk to by standing on the sink and talking through the vents. On that first day in jail, that is what I did. I wanted to find Eric.
"Hello? Is anyone over there?"
"Yep. Who is this?"
"This is Jean. Who are you?"
"Hey Jean! It's Jordan. When did you get in here?"
"Last night! How are you? You're not still in here from when you guys got busted breaking into that house, are you?"
"Yup. Sure am."
"Is anyone else still in here?"
"Just Chip."
"Where's everyone else?"
"I think they were all released awhile back. What'd you do to get in here?"
"Ran away from shelter care."
"Ah! That'll do it."
"Yea. I know. Have you seen anyone by the name of Eric around here?"
"Nope. Haven't seen him come through here."
That was how we communicated; through the vents. We could orchestrate meetups with friends by doing that. We'd use times like special talk groups to see each other. Sometimes it was nice to see other faces than the ones you were roomed with. It's surprising that the guards didn't catch on or maybe they did and just didn't care, but that link to my friends was the closest I had gotten to them in months since they were all arrested breaking into a house.
At night when the lights were out, I would raise hell. It didn't take long to realize that it wasn't just the juvenile wards that you could communicate with. I could here the rattling of chains on the ceiling above where I was sleeping. It was so annoying in fact that most of the night I was trying to get them to be quiet.
"Hey! Can you keep it down up there? I'm trying to sleep." I screamed through the vent by the window.
"Shut up you stupid kid."
Asking didn't work and nothing else would, so I figured if they weren't going to allow me to sleep, then I was going to just annoy them right back. My roommate and I started scratching on the ceiling with our nails and kicking the ceiling from the top bunk over and over. We could tell they were getting upset because the chains would rattle more feriously and they would swear at us through the vents. It made the nights go by for the most part and whenever a guard would flick on the lights to see who was making all the ruckus, we'd jump back into bed and pretend we were sleeping. This went on for a couple nights until the guards got smart.
"Alright girls, you wanna stay up all night. You're gonna come with me."
I was placed in a visiting room by myself. In this room was a table with padded chairs. That was all. It was quiet over there. I didn't mind too much. I figured I could actually sleep, so I placed my head on my arms and started to dose off.
SMACK!
That was the sound of the guard's hand coming down on the table next to my head.
"What was that for?"
"You aren't in here to sleep. Who did it?"
"Do what? I don't know what you are talking about?"
"Which one of you is keeping everyone up?"
"It wasn't us. I just want to sleep."
"Okay. We can play your games."
She left the room. I waited for her to come back or at least to look through the window. She didn't, so I placed my head back on the table and started falling asleep. This time she kicked the chair out from under me causing me to fall to the ground.
"What do you want?"
"Who did it?"
"If I told you it was me, would you let me go to sleep?"
"Did your roommate do it too?"
"No it was just me. Now can I sleep?"
"No. Next time if you are not sitting up, you're going to the hole."
I don't think they actually had a hole in juvenile detention, but I wasn't taking the chances and I sat there and didn't place my head back on the table. She came back maybe 30 minutes later and escorted me back to my cell where I finally went to sleep. The next night I refrained from causing trouble and really the rest of my stay was very uneventful. I learned how to play many different variations of card games, and exchanged stories with my cellmates. Not much else to do in a room with only a table and a bench.
Copyright 2009 by Jean Ann Townsend ©
Shortly after the court hearing, I was transported back to the juvenile detention center in Appleton. I decided I wasn't going to go cooperating and was going to do anything to make the officers life miserable for that short drive. There was another younger Asian male sitting next to me in the police car. I got his attention and showed him my hands that were in handcuffs. Being that I had worn these many times in the past, I knew how to maneuver them just right to get them off my tiny wrists. They never could get them tight enough. So I did just that, I showed the boy next to me that I could take them off. He laughed. It was actually quite funny pulling little childish pranks such as this. I readjusted the seat belt so it was no longer uncomfortably strapped across both of my arms and placed my handcuffs back on leaving the seatbelt in between my arm and the handcuffs. When we arrived at the jail, the police officers opened the door to get me out of the car only to find out that they were going to have to un-cuff me to get me out of the car. I burst into laughter as did the boy next to me. The officers stood there glaring at me.
"What? You think this is funny?"
"Yes actually," I snickered.
So they un-cuffed me and took the seat belt out. They didn't bother re-cuffing me this time and escorted me back to intake where they placed me into one of the interrogation rooms to wait until they were ready to process me. At this time two of the female guards took me into a closed room.
"Okay strip down to nothing and place your clothes on the chair."
So at the age of 14 in front of complete strangers I did just that; stripped down to nothing. Reality was starting to set in and my games weren't all that fun anymore.
"Now step into the shower and wash yourself."
I stepped into the shower with only a small door about two feet in height going across my mid section that hid my most private areas enclosing me. At first the water was freezing but it warmed up. I allowed the warm water to beat on my back as I remembered how nice it felt to take a shower and be clean as the two guards watched, and after 5 minutes they threw my new orange attire over the door.
"That's long enough. Put these on."
As I got dressed in my new stylish orange jump suit, I thought about what lie ahead.
"You're going to have a cellmate. We call her Big Bertha. You are small, so you better stay in line cause compared to you she's a monster." the guards taunted.
It was getting late, so by the time I was placed into my cell, my new home, all the other girls were already in bed. The next morning I met my cellmate. She was neither big nor was her name Bertha. She was actually a small little young blonde not too unlike myself.
Bright lights at four thirty in the morning never gets easy. That was always how our days started in jail. Then it was time for breakfast, and showers. For the next 12 hours or so all the girls in the block were out in the common area which consisted of three mesh metal tables with four mesh metal benches around them. That's where we played cards because that was really all there was to do in there. Occassionally you were able to talk the guards into allowing you to stay in your room by pretending you were sick, and even rarer, you could actually find someone in the other blocks to talk to by standing on the sink and talking through the vents. On that first day in jail, that is what I did. I wanted to find Eric.
"Hello? Is anyone over there?"
"Yep. Who is this?"
"This is Jean. Who are you?"
"Hey Jean! It's Jordan. When did you get in here?"
"Last night! How are you? You're not still in here from when you guys got busted breaking into that house, are you?"
"Yup. Sure am."
"Is anyone else still in here?"
"Just Chip."
"Where's everyone else?"
"I think they were all released awhile back. What'd you do to get in here?"
"Ran away from shelter care."
"Ah! That'll do it."
"Yea. I know. Have you seen anyone by the name of Eric around here?"
"Nope. Haven't seen him come through here."
That was how we communicated; through the vents. We could orchestrate meetups with friends by doing that. We'd use times like special talk groups to see each other. Sometimes it was nice to see other faces than the ones you were roomed with. It's surprising that the guards didn't catch on or maybe they did and just didn't care, but that link to my friends was the closest I had gotten to them in months since they were all arrested breaking into a house.
At night when the lights were out, I would raise hell. It didn't take long to realize that it wasn't just the juvenile wards that you could communicate with. I could here the rattling of chains on the ceiling above where I was sleeping. It was so annoying in fact that most of the night I was trying to get them to be quiet.
"Hey! Can you keep it down up there? I'm trying to sleep." I screamed through the vent by the window.
"Shut up you stupid kid."
Asking didn't work and nothing else would, so I figured if they weren't going to allow me to sleep, then I was going to just annoy them right back. My roommate and I started scratching on the ceiling with our nails and kicking the ceiling from the top bunk over and over. We could tell they were getting upset because the chains would rattle more feriously and they would swear at us through the vents. It made the nights go by for the most part and whenever a guard would flick on the lights to see who was making all the ruckus, we'd jump back into bed and pretend we were sleeping. This went on for a couple nights until the guards got smart.
"Alright girls, you wanna stay up all night. You're gonna come with me."
I was placed in a visiting room by myself. In this room was a table with padded chairs. That was all. It was quiet over there. I didn't mind too much. I figured I could actually sleep, so I placed my head on my arms and started to dose off.
SMACK!
That was the sound of the guard's hand coming down on the table next to my head.
"What was that for?"
"You aren't in here to sleep. Who did it?"
"Do what? I don't know what you are talking about?"
"Which one of you is keeping everyone up?"
"It wasn't us. I just want to sleep."
"Okay. We can play your games."
She left the room. I waited for her to come back or at least to look through the window. She didn't, so I placed my head back on the table and started falling asleep. This time she kicked the chair out from under me causing me to fall to the ground.
"What do you want?"
"Who did it?"
"If I told you it was me, would you let me go to sleep?"
"Did your roommate do it too?"
"No it was just me. Now can I sleep?"
"No. Next time if you are not sitting up, you're going to the hole."
I don't think they actually had a hole in juvenile detention, but I wasn't taking the chances and I sat there and didn't place my head back on the table. She came back maybe 30 minutes later and escorted me back to my cell where I finally went to sleep. The next night I refrained from causing trouble and really the rest of my stay was very uneventful. I learned how to play many different variations of card games, and exchanged stories with my cellmates. Not much else to do in a room with only a table and a bench.
Copyright 2009 by Jean Ann Townsend ©
http://www.goodreads.com/story/show/3... this is my only storie yet, and it was an english project. I got an A+ on it!
lil Jean wrote: "Chapter 5 Excerpt(true story)Shortly after the court hearing, I was transported back to the juvenile detention center in Appleton. I decided I wasn't going to go cooperating and was going to do..."
OMG JEAN! I LOVE IT!
Thanks! I have a long ways to go on that chapter, but like I said, the first two COMPLETED chapters are posted here on Goodreads at http://www.goodreads.com/story/show/3...
I hope to get the third up soon! It's been a hellish nightmare and may have to be split into multiple chapters as it has gotten too long =/
If we aren't friend, add me and then you can see when I add more. I plan to write about my ENTIRE life so far. Trust me, it gets interesting =)
I hope to get the third up soon! It's been a hellish nightmare and may have to be split into multiple chapters as it has gotten too long =/
If we aren't friend, add me and then you can see when I add more. I plan to write about my ENTIRE life so far. Trust me, it gets interesting =)
=) Entire life?lil' jean?? i'll be looking forward to read ur love-life ;) Okiee... here's one another poem.. plz post the comments on my page =)http://www.goodreads.com/story/show/3...
It won't let me reply in my story, so I'll answer your questions here if that's okay?
aN!! - They had to take the hoodie off for routine procedure first and foremost. Then there was the fact that I was covered in blood. They had to make sure I wasn't cut and bleeding out anywhere. Third, I was pretty tore up. I had flown a good couple yards through tall grass. My face, legs, body, everything was scratched up. Fortunately nothing went deep enough for stitches however I still have some scars from the surface wounds still 10 years later.
Phoenix - All is true. I mean I guess some of the dialogue may not be point on, but I got all of my files from the county so even there most of it is documented word for word.
aN!! - They had to take the hoodie off for routine procedure first and foremost. Then there was the fact that I was covered in blood. They had to make sure I wasn't cut and bleeding out anywhere. Third, I was pretty tore up. I had flown a good couple yards through tall grass. My face, legs, body, everything was scratched up. Fortunately nothing went deep enough for stitches however I still have some scars from the surface wounds still 10 years later.
Phoenix - All is true. I mean I guess some of the dialogue may not be point on, but I got all of my files from the county so even there most of it is documented word for word.
That is so cool. It's really good! I LOVE it!
please read my new story i have waited to write! working hard on it! XDhttp://www.goodreads.com/story/show/4...
I just had two of my short stories published!!! They are available at http://ponderworthy.org. They are under my real name...Susan Anderson.
How did you get it published? that is so cool!
I cant because my story is based on another authors work...but maybe my other stuff!!
The company I am working with right now, read all of my stories so far, and decided two of them were definitely worth publishing.
Camerandi wrote: "The company I am working with right now, read all of my stories so far, and decided two of them were definitely worth publishing."wow! where are they publishing them!? ur not kidding right?
on-line at the link I gave you earlier. No I am not kidding.
Yeah. Randi is just cool like that.
Mizla wrote: "=) Entire life?lil' jean?? i'll be looking forward to read ur love-life ;) Okiee... here's one another poem.. plz post the comments on my page =)http://www.goodreads.com/story/show/3..."
Mizla wrote: "http://www.goodreads.com/story/show/3...
let me know if u can read it n plz comment.. its a poem"
I love these poems. Theyre great! ^__^
cool! i want mine published! i have always dreamed of getting my stories published like that...update on my stories!
http://www.goodreads.com/story/list/2...
Thank you, Bibi*Daughter of Poseidon*. Sorry about the asterisks. I have a laptop, and it doesn't make all of those fancy things, so I used them in place of huge dots.
yeah i am on a laptop too. just call me Ninja. :)no wait Ninja I am changing my name back . I like Ninja better BECAUSE I AM A NINJA WITH MAAAGICAL NINJA KUNG-FU POWAHS!!
did u know that?
No I didn't know, but it is good to find out.
Don't kill me please! I will post! AHHHH!!!http://www.cardshark.com/content/view...
http://www.cardshark.com/content/view...
My avatar picture or the pic of my boy on my author page? =)http://quizilla.com/users/orcishdream...
It took me a whole day on google pics to dig up a man with a green cloak. Most druid pics have white robes. =)
Ahem, druids in the classical sense were priest and priestess of pagan times in England before the time of the Romans. They were of the Celtic religion. They taught education, law, and were considering settlers of disputes. In roleplaying terms they are usually referred to as nature priests.. spell powers of plants and animals and the like. =) That's about it in a nutshell. =)
Yeah. It does. I like the picture too.
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