Writing Contests!! discussion

You have to describe the feelings, the emotions and the surroundings and those sort of things in this contest!:D

The topic for this contest is:

You have to describe a woman's pain while she is having a child, I don't mean the time that she is actually GIVING birth to the baby, I'am talking about the process before that. When the mother has to baby still in her womb, and id feeling pain. You have to describe that pain.

hmmm... pain? physical or emotional?

*is already thinking of an idea*

That is your choice, you can either make it physical OR emotional..hehehehe!:D



Lol Carly!Hahaha, its ok!

Okayyy... hmmm...

Maryam_Music Lover wrote: "You have to describe the feelings, the emotions and the surroundings and those sort of things in this contest!:D

The topic for this contest is:

You have to describe a woman's pain while she i..."

tehehehe! you used the idea i mailed you!...

kk!! I think im gunna do something :)

Esther*Crazygirlwithachainsaw..MWAHAHA!...hola* wrote: "Maryam_Music Lover wrote: "You have to describe the feelings, the emotions and the surroundings and those sort of things in this contest!:D

The topic for this contest is:

You have to describe a w..."

tehehehe!you used the idea i mailed you!


mnhm!You all are welcome to give your ideas!!Lol

Della wrote: "kk!! I think im gunna do something :)"

Haha!K!:D

Carly wrote: "Esther!! I haven't talked to you in forever! O.o"

yea i know!! that reminds me! ROLEPLAY CAFE died..

I know it is so sad!!Ahh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Do you think I should DELETE that group!!???Or do some ppl still RP on it??

errrrr well roico and i do it... sometimes... we should make it alive again! im usually on... and the highschool one was getting sooooo good!

I know!!!CARLY YOU NEED TO CHECK THAT!!!!!!!!!

~All You Need is Love~

By: Amelia

~~~

I never knew it would be so hard to avoid getting pregnant.

The day I told my dad, was the day I could have had my funeral...

I slowly walked downstairs and looked at my father, who was preparing dinner.

"Omelet for supper?" I asked, looking at him, inexpressive.

My father shrugged, flipping over the egg-cheese-broccoli mixture. "Why not?" he smiled at me and nodded for me to sit down.

I did, feeling my stomach lurch and gurgle with uncontrollable hunger the minute he set the plate of steaming goodness in front of me. But I took in a breath of the steam and sipped the glass of milk he set down next to my plate and spoke slowly and clearly.

"Dad."

He looked at me with his big dark eyes, smiling pleased.

"I'm pregnant."

The words came spilling out my mouth before he even picked up his fork.

There was silence among us for about five minutes, just staring at each other with our eyes, identical.

As the seconds droned on, I thought. His face was deeply expressionless yet filled with expression all at the same time. Was he mad?
Sad?
Overwhelmed with joy?
I hoped for none of the above.

But what I got, oddly, was a pure mix of the three.

Tears streamed down his face like underwater bubbles trickling to the surface of the water, upside-down. He was smiling though, his eyes glittering from tears and blotching red.

"How long have you been?" he asked, quite loudly.

I shrugged. "Almost a month now."

Dad nodded and shook his head. Then he looked back at me. "Who's the father?"

"Well...my boyfriend. Liam Davidson." I blinked.

Ironically, my father smiled, pleased. "The handsome young man from school? Brown hair, brown eyes?"

I nodded. "Green eyes, actually."

My father's smile faded for a moment then he stood up and looked at me harshly. "I am very disappointed in you, Danica."

I nodded, feeling the pure salty white tears blurrin my vision now.

He sighed and leaned over to give me and nice warm broad hug.

"But at the same time, I am proud of you."

My eyes widened and I looked into his eyes, ours both shimmering with moist salty liquid.

"You're not...mad?"

"Not too much."

I hugged him back, as tight as I could. At first when I found out, I had felt horrible, and closed in and just like a wreck. Everything had been going so well for Liam and me, and then he looked at me that night with those gorgeous green eyes feeling horrible as did I.
"I should have never let this happen, Danica." he had told me, tears rolling down his cheeks, "You're only seventeen."
I had nodded and tried to be brave, but I knew the road ahead of me was going to be tough. Everything around me whirled at a speeding pace so much that I could barely see, and it wasn't just because of the tears.

"Dad?"

My father let go of our hug and looked at me, wiping his eyes. "Mm?"

"Do you think... that if Mom was still alive she would be happy?" I wiped my eyes too, with the back of my sleeve.

He seemed to be thinking for a moment, looking at the ceiling. Then, his lips pulled into a broad smile and he nodded. "Yes, I think she would be very very happy for you, and for Liam as well. No matter what your age."

I took in a breath and let it out slowly. "How do you know?"

He glanced out the window then up at the ceiling one more time, then our eyes met again.
"I just know," he said firmly, smiling the biggest smile I had ever seen.

Then, we hugged again.

Random title, but it popped into my head because I had been listening to that song by the Beatles at the time, soo...yeah...

It's not too much painful, but I wanted a happy ending. :)

how many chappies can you do?

Sorry, if you want me to post it in the link, I will! :]
Title: What if < /b>
Author: Me! < /b>

Sarah Freedman was knocked up.

The news traveled like wildfire, thanks to an aunt with a loose mouth and a second cousin with an internet connection and nothing else to do. It wasn’t particularly shocking to any of her family members; she’d been pretty exclusive with Peter Johnson for a while and--as her Aunt Selma put it-- “It won’t be long before they get down to the family business of makin’ babies!” She’d chuckled raucously with a bunch of her tipsy bridge friends.
Sarah balanced herself precariously on her white tile bathroom floor, steadying herself on the toilet seat, feeling nauseous, but no quite enough to upchuck in Peter’s serene white bathroom on the second floor. She’d been staying at his place ever since she’d found out--The News--and couldn’t seem to tear herself away to go back to her tiny flat six blocks away, which she shared with an over eager room mate, Kathleen.
Six months pregnant…wow.
How could she begin to ravel her mind around it…Sarah Freedman? Mother? Wife? None of it made any sense.
She’d wanted kids with Peter, sure. But why now? Her career as a real estate agent was just taking off, and she was enjoying the life of a twenty-six year old who could stay up late and eat greasy Chinese food with him because…she could. Because she was young.
But this was a whole new notion. Caring for someone else. She hadn’t told Peter, but she was scared; scared to death. A raw, primal fear that scared her down to the bone. What if…What if she couldn’t love this child? What if she couldn’t love her child the way her mom had showered her with unconditional love? What if she couldn’t give the way her mother had given?
Sarah went to pregnancy classes and heard the other sun-faced women gush about how they fell in love with their children already, how they talked to their bellies and sang to their bellies.
But Sarah couldn’t imagine this baby anything other than a thing. An alien taking, inhabiting her body for the next nine months. A thing taking over her life.
When would she finally love…IT? When they put the baby in her arms? What if she didn’t love the baby? What if it just never came?
“You’re awfully quiet today,” Peter says, observing her pallid voice, “Are you okay?”
“Morning sickness,” Sarah lied in a trembling voice, “Just morning sickness.”
“Of course.” Peter swallowed the remains of his coffee, “Your mother called last night, but you were sleeping. I didn’t want to disturb you.” He offered a rye smile, “She’s so excited about her first grandchild!”
Sarah rolled her eyes, “Of course.”
Peter dunked his empty coffee into the trash can, “I need to get to the office…” He pecked her on the cheek, “Are you going to work today?”
That’s when the guilt set it; she hadn’t gone to work for three weeks now; yes, she was pregnant, but she wasn’t impaired from working.
“I guess,” she sighed. Sarah just couldn’t stand being bombarded day after day with her over-cheerful, co-workers; an over-eager Mrs. March even brought in a rhubarb pie.
“Don’t go if you don’t feel up to it,” Peter cautioned, “Don’t stress yourself, honey.” He kissed her again, on the forehead this time--making her feel like a small, doleful child--and left the room.
Tears stung her eyes painfully; she couldn’t let Peter down, and she couldn’t let this baby down either.

Great story Amelia and Della!!!:D

Maryam_Music Lover wrote: "Great story Amelia and Della!!!:D"

Thanks!! :D

Esther*Crazygirlwithachainsaw..MWAHAHA!...hola* wrote: "how many chappies can you do?"

again... how many?

For this!?Preferably 1 only, but if you need you can do 2

yey! oh i wrote this yesterday... iz not done... but im going to do two chapies and the first one isnt done... oh and the first two chapters are for the contest, then im going to write more later.

http://www.goodreads.com/story/show/5...