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A Little peice of your own writing that your proud of and/or think represents you and your writing style. Oh and it would be appreciated if they were in Spoilers thanks

(view spoiler)[You always told me to be myself, to never give in to the stereotypes, the lies. Everyone always told me what to do, who to be, but you never did. You were my lifeline, the one point holding me, keeping me from falling off the cliff. Keeping me from becoming the person everyone else saw me as. And now, you're gone.

It feels strange talking to a slab of stone, like somehow this barren rock is you. When they found you, there was nothing left. Just a few bits and pieces. Your family buried an empty coffin. They miss you. Your little sister cried when they lowered the casket into the ground, she kicked and screamed. Your ma cried too, but not as loud. Your dad just stood there, he was always a hard man. Of course I didn't cry, you always told me that no one was worth my tears, even if it was you.

So here I am, talking to a piece of rock like it has replaced my best friend. I probably look silly, but I don't care. You taught me to not care what I looked like, to not care what other people thought of me.

Do you remember when we first met. I was twelve, and you were eleven. It was my first day at school, and nobody would talk to me. The other kids all moved their desks away from mine, everyone whispered, except you. You sat down right next to me, looked me in the eye, and told me we were going to be best friends. I didn't believe you, but it looks like you were right, you always were. It's been six years since we met. I'm almost eighteen, and you would've been seventeen last week.

I feel so alone, without you who am I? You always told me to be my own person, to define myself. You would probably laugh at me right now, you would find it funny how alone I feel. You would tell me that I was being silly, that it didn't matter if you were there or not, that I was still me. I would give anything to hear you laugh.

It's late, my ma'll probably be waiting up for me. She knows where I am, but that will probably just make her worry more. I wish she wouldn't, she has some much to worry about as it is, she doesn't need to have my late night trips to the cemetery to worry about as well.

I'm rambling again, you always hated it when I rambled. If you were here you would tell me to sit up straight, look you in the eye, and say exactly what I came here to say. The only problem is, I'm not quite sure what I came here to say. It's been three months Meda, three long months since you died, three long months since they buried that empty casket, under this slab of stone. Three months since I lost my best friend.

I guess part of me is here to say sorry. I should have protected you Meda. I should have run in front of that Train, and taken the hit for you. You were young, you had so much potential. Me, the only thing holding me to this world was you. I know your family blames me for your death too. They never liked me, hated it when you talked to me. Did you know that I wasn't allowed to come to your funeral, I had to sneak in and hide up in an oak tree. But I had to come, I had to see it for myself. I still come.

I remember when your family first met me. I was giving you a ride home on my bike. You were riding on my handle bars, I was swerving all over the road and you were laughing. I stopped at the corner where I always dropped you off, and there was your dad. What happened after that was blur, you were crying, I was on the ground, you're mom was screaming at your dad to stop. All your neighbors stood at their windows watching. I left as soon as I could. The next day, you sat down next to me at school like you did everyday. You didn't even bring t up. When I finally asked you why you were still friends with me, you said that it didn't matter what your family thought, you wanted to be my friend and that was that. We never spoke of it again.

I always wondered why you were so nice to me. You could have shied away, like everyone else did. Yet, you didn't. You saw so much in me Meda. Everyone else just saw a good for nothing little kid. You saw the real me. Everyone hated me, but you acted as if, as if what I looked like didn't even matter. You made me feel special. All of my life I had been prosecuted, by people who didn't even know me, just for what I looked like. When you hear that you're inferior, a monster, stupid, dumb, and all the other names they used to call me, enough times you begin to believe it. But you set me straight. You said that it didn't matter that I was black and you were white. You taught me that what's on the outside doesn't matter, it's whats on the inside that counts.

How am I supposed to live with myself now Meda. You were my only friend, the only one who saw me for me. The only one who cared enough to get to know me before you judged me. Without you I have no one.

I brought you something. Red roses, you're favorite. I remember after a show, I would always wait out back, because Negroes weren't allowed inside the theater, and you would come out the stage door in full costume and make up. I would give you the roses, and you would smile and say I was being sweet. I loved to see you smile. I would've loved it even more to see you dance. You always looked beautiful in your costumes, and I could imagine you spinning around and around. Rain or shine I always waited by that door for you, and you always came.

I miss you Meda. I guess that's what I really came here to say. I miss the bike rides, the dancing in the rain. I miss you're smile, the way your face would get all scrunched up when you were angry. I miss the way your face would light up when you danced. It made you so happy. I hope there's a lot of dancing in heaven.

It's been hard without you. Being the only black kid in an all white school is as it is hard. There are whispers and pointed looks, and bullies. But, you always taught me to stand up for myself. That no matter what they believed there was nothing that made me different from them, other than the color of my skin. Well, I finally did it Meda, I got accepted to Medical school. I proved them all wrong, and I couldn't have done it without you.

I love you Arimeda, I always have, and I always will. (hide spoiler)]

OMG I Need to know more right now. I am so sad for poor Charity and I Need to know what the glowing red eyes were and I just Need more. You can't leave People with a cliff hanger like that. UGhhh

In another line of thought thankyou, it was actually inspired by the Picture. I was given it for a writing challenge type Thing, it is a book cover, and told to write a short Story about it. This is what I came up with. I honetly have no idea how I got from the Picture to this though.

Oh and what is NEPP, just curious

Nice i love the intrigue. I also love the Name Ezekiel

Interesting, well Keep going and good luck with NEPP

Here is a little scene that I thought of yesterday, I left the two characters nameless on purpose. Not sure if it represents me, but I want to share with you something recent.

The two sisters sat pondering in their bedroom, as they prepared to go to bed. They were adopted together when they were two years old, their adoptive parents had told them their mother was very young.

"I wonder what our real mother looks like." The younger sister day dream for the thousandth time. "I bet she has your chipmunk cheeks." Her older sister said smirking with only one corner of her mouth. She moved her black checker piece, and took out three white checker pieces.

The younger sister scoffed, "Well, she probably has your bushy brows and buck tooth too!" She countered simultaneously contemplating which piece to move. They both glanced up at each other, and burst out laughing, and the older sister shook her head slowly as if to say "This is ridiculous". From the outside looking in, they were mirror images; they were born 4 minutes apart, but that is all trivial information.

interesting Sarah

Finding the Royals

Rosie Lee


Prologue:


June 31st 2005 8:27 P.M.


My name is Rosie Lee. I am a princess, and I am on a mission. My royal brothers and sisters are lost, and I am going to find them and bring them home. I don't know where they are, or if they are even still alive, but I am going to find them. I have to go now. I have some Royals to find.


Its the prologue for book 2 in a book series i am writing about a princess who was kidnapped

Nice sounds intriquing

thanks

This is a book I've been working on for a little bit. Possibly will be a YA fantasy but I have not made my mind up yet.

Blood Dragon:
Chapter 1

I moved this to the writing folder area!

I like it Susan, I can't wait to hear more. Would you (and everyone else) mnd putting your writing in Spoilers please. I just want to Keep the thread easy to read.

I'm glad you think it's interesting.

Tessa, that was so good.

I like the hints you were giving (it came across clearly, in case you were wondering because I know I do) and the way it built up over time was really well done. At first, I actually thought that you had written a book and that was the beginning, or a splurge of it. Hence, the cover.

How did you do in the contest? If you didn't place, those must have been some incredible entries.

It actually wasn't a contest, just a challenge my friend and I did to see what each of us could come up with given the same cover. I didn't make the cover she did. You can find challenges like that one in the Writing Challenges Thread.

And thanks I worked hard on it

(It's all clean. No over PG13 contents.)


MY WRITING:

Where did the Heroes come from and where did the Villains come from?
There's a few worlds. One is for the Heroes and the other one is for the Villains.
Legends say that the Villains once tortured the world of Heroes.
But the history has forgotten about it.


(Inspired by: movies, songs, stories, and places. My mind works differently.)

Ohhhh, Omnious

How do you use the spoilers tabs? Also, does it matter if the writing is part of something bigger or just random writing? Thanks :)

You can post whatever you like and to find out how to do Spoilers click on the (some html is ok) button in the top right Corner of the writing box. Second to last is Spoilers. You put your writing in between where the ... is.

That is awesome, Euan!!!

TessaMarie wrote: "




You always told me to be myself, to never give in to the stereotypes, the lies. Everyone always told me what to do, who to be, but you never did. You were my lifeline, the one point holding ..."

Tessa how did you get that picture? Is it a book?

No. A friend made it for a challenge, the challenge was to write a short Story with that as the cover. That i what I ended up with. And Euan I really enjoyed that. It is a very good Attention grabber

I'm actually going to give you the option of choosing what you'd like to read!
I want to read about a guy just tryin' to do his friggin' job!
I'd rather read about a girl having a hell of a day.

Please be forewarned; I'm a terribly misleading person...

Loved both, you are a great writer J