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soccer babe <3 on 9/9/2010 5:40:21 PM

Hey!!!!

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so this is now my second blog entry! And today i am just gonna go on a ramble about random things. First thing- Advertising! i am actually going to be advertising this blog all over GL so if you found out about my blog via an ad that i posted- them i absolutely love you. seriously. i. love. you.

Okay the next topic is the new GL website setup. Do you guys like it? i personally think it is very annoying. The little boxes just pop up randomly and that stupid ad for a free year subscription always (ALWAYS!) shows up! also i really dont like this little bar that is at the bottom of the page. I really dont feel like sharing EVERYTHING thats on GL on Facebook, so why is there this annoying bar that follows me!

Third thing- BACK TO SCHOOL!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes, i have just started school this tuesday and so far its been great! We had our first day on the seventh, our seconde on the eighth, and now we have a day off because of Roshashana (peace out to all the jewies out there- love ya!) So, we have one awkward day of school this Friday. OOOOOO! and next week we have our 8th grade camping trip!!! SO EXCITED!!!!


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Post right here, on my profile and tell me all about it!!!!!

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dancergal22 on 9/9/2010 3:25:24 PM

wanna join club fun chix

teamrachel1115 on 9/4/2010 3:25:49 PM

WINNER!!!!!!!!!!!


SWIMMER10 is the winner of the freestyle writing contest!!!!

She won for her story "a Masterpiece Like No Other"!!!!!!!!!


Great story!!!!

CONGRADS SWIMMER10!!!! ill be posting a winning message most of the current articles on GL so everyone can come here and read your amazing story!!!

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-Dancergal22

dancergal22 on 9/1/2010 7:52:59 PM

A Masterpiece Like No Other
By my eleventh year of life, I had discovered a gift I never knew I had. My Mother might have guessed it about me, but never knew it. A talent is surely not something to be taken for granted because it could bring you closer to the one thing that you want. Perhaps fame, or fortune. I could tell you about a million things I secretly wanted, like to have a real family. Or even some days to figure out my talent sooner than I did. But at the time, the favorite thing in my life, was our forest.
The forest seemed to stretch on forever when my Father first bought it. I was only four at the time, but was fascinated by the trunks of the trees that were so thick even my mother couldn’t get her arms around them. The only reason my Father bought it was because my mother was a painter, and she loved the colors, the structures, the animals, the wildlife, and every single thing about it. My parents built a log cabin with only the necessities (my Mother loved the simple life) and my Mother began to paint. My Father, on the other hand, wandered around trying to smooth out another court case from his phone.
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I snuggled deep down into the checked picnic blanket next to my Mother. By now I’m old enough to appreciate the sky and sun. The way that it rises, falls, brings us warmth, and paints the sky. Tonight, the color palette turned mysterious lavender in the east, and a rosy magenta in the west. I breathe in the fresh spring air; I wish it would last forever. But nothing lasts forever. Then I felt vibrations in the Earth, my Father was walking toward us.
“Mary,” my Father’s low tone sent a shiver down my spine. “It’s 9 o’clock. Shouldn’t Christina be getting to bed?” I turned around quickly, and Father pricked me with one of his stares.
‘A lawyer must be his dream come true, he gets to be serious inside a stuffy courtroom, staring at people.’ I giggled, causing my whole body to shake rapidly. Father stared at me again and I stopped abruptly.
“Oh yes.” My Mother said, yawning. “You should be getting off to bed Chris.” My Mother is the only one who actually calls me Chris, and I like it. As my father calls me ‘Christina’ with a long droaningness which made it sound like ‘it was the longest name ever. Anyway, my Mother and I both stood up stretching our backs and picking up the plates from our large dinner.
“Good night Father.” I said quietly bowing my head as I passed him. Taking small steps, keeping my back straight, trying not to upset him.
“Sweet Dreams Hon,” Mother said with a smile. She pecked him on the cheek, then patted my back and we began to run to the cabin. The trees rushed by my body and soon became a blur of green and brown. “Does this make you feel alive, or what?!” My mother shouted through the roaring wind. She looked so beautiful. Her long brown hair streaming behind her in one fluent motion, and her brown eyes sparkled in the twilight. Unlike me. My brown hair flapped behind the wind in one tangled knot, and my green eyes were far from sparkling, although I was taller and much leaner than Mother.
“Yep!” I answered, “There’s nothing better than Californian woods!” Mother nodded, swung her arms up to the sky, and smiled with her mouth wide open.
Finally we arrived at our tiny cabin. Its glass window frames, once perfect and new, have been scratched from the surrounding wood. The planks of wood have grown dark through the years, and were splintering at the ends. But the newly sprouted daffodils gave it an old-country charm. I swung open the bright green door with a curved metal paintbrush for a handle. The rule was that in order for me to be home-schooled, every time I passed through this door I had to shout out an Artist’s name.
“Van Gogh!” I shouted and stepped inside.
“Whistler!” My Mother joined me in the warmth of the old cabin. We now stood in the living room, which had only a low, sad excuse for a coffee table, 2 corduroy couches, a frayed wool rug, and an old fashioned fireplace. We plopped down on one of the couches. “You know we’re gonna have to get you to bed before your Father comes and busts me.” She tickled my stomach.
“Okay, okay!” I giggled and hopped of the couch. Kicking of my flip-flops I sashayed down the narrow hallway, running my hands across the old oak hallways, which probably wasn’t the best idea because I could’ve gotten a splinter. I swung open the pink door with an easel painted on it, and stepped into my room.
I loved my room. I had a window seat with two windows, one East and one West; each had white flowing curtains with embroidered flowers. Mother did this on purpose, so I could see the sun’s first and last appearances. Also I had an easel and full paint sets, in case I ever wanted to take up painting. And a looming oak armoire filled with clothes, shoes, and many books I had read and discussed with Mother.
I quickly put on my warm fleece pajamas that my Mother tailored for me like all my other clothes. When I asked her why, she simply responded, ‘It’s easier that way.’ I flew across the hall, and into the bathroom. I brushed my teeth and washed my face in the basin with the water from the spring about a ¼ mile away from the cabin. I looked at my reflection in the mirror, smiled and said “you have pretty hair, once it’s brushed out.” I had quickly ran a brush through that rat’s nest only a moment ago. Anyway, that became a habit of mine, saying things about myself in the mirror that I like. I don’t know why, but I do.
On the way back to my room I bumped into Mother. “Hello there, Chris!” She said with a broad smile, “Sweet dreams!” She gave me a warm hug before stepping into the bathroom. That night in my warm covers, nothing bothered me. Nothing at all…
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The next morning I arose to the sound of birds chirping, welcoming the sun to another day. The palette had leftover magenta from last night with a new mix of sweet yellow. That meant I was late. I quickly pulled on an ivory tunic with a green hem and some dark denim pants, and raced into my parent’s bedroom. I looked in the bathroom; Mother must have woken up earlier than the usual 6:30. I looked at my watch, it was almost 7. ‘Where is she?’
I looked over to the bed. My Father usually sleeps until 8, so if I woke him up and robbed him of his “incredibly” important last hour of “peacefulness” I would be in deep trouble. But there was something in my Mother’s spot of the bed. I shook the lump beneath the flowered pale blue comforter. “Get up and out of bed!” I whisper-shouted.
“Oh, Honey, I’ve been awake all night, I think I’m getting sick. I don’t believe we’ll be having school today.” She smiled at me sleepily, and then closed her eyes.
‘Man, I got up for nothing!’ I gently closed my parent’s door and slipped into the hallway. ‘At least I get to do whatever I want!’ I smiled, and quickly ran into my room, squeezed into my bathing suit, slipped on some flip-flops and ran out into the hallway. I crept past the retro kitchen and living room, trying not to make the floorboards squeak on my way out.
I heaved open the door, grasping the paintbrush. “Picasso.” I whispered, swished past the daffodils and began the ¼ mile walk to the steam-full spring.
I walked with my head up high toward the treetops, watching the birds fly happily in the crisp spring time air. I swung my arms up high and predicted today’s palette for the sunrise. ‘Hmmm,’ I thought silently to myself. ‘Maybe there will be tangerine and yellow, or possibly a purple sunrise; I never saw one of those before.’
Pretty soon I was at the spring, with a perfect view of the magenta sunrise. Wow, I never get predictions wrong, I shrugged. Then I pulled off my towel, revealing the polyester orange one-piece I had pulled on.
I sunk into the steaming pool of water and relaxed. Feeling the warmth on my body, I watched the sunrise; ‘I wonder how the sun makes such beautiful colors with such ease.’ I thought to myself. I wish my Mother was feeling better, then I could’ve learned about that, instead of wondering.
I closed my eyes and focused on the spring’s water. I sat there for about an hour before finally getting out. Then a thought came to mind, ‘when Mother last got sick it took her at least a month to recover. The sun was halfway up the sky already. Looks like I’ll be watching the sunrise and set alone for awhile.’
I pulled myself out from the steaming spring its waters that had clung to me, slowly lost their grip and cascaded down into many waterfalls causing an enormous ripple in the water. I pulled my towel around me, its warmth enveloping me in safety. I ran back home like a toddler on the beach, wobbling and stumbling. Through trees and brush I ran, until I finally arrived at the familiar cabin that was quiet and stiff without my Mother out and about. I opened the door and was about to whisper ‘Edward Gorey’, when a tall figure towered over me.
“Uh…” I stammered. “Hello Father.” I tried to make my mouth form a shy smile, but it refused. He remained standing there like a warden, guarding the door to the most amazing thing in the world. And he saying, I can’t have it.
“Christina, where have you been? It is almost 9 o’clock!” His face glowed with fury, as if that was the worst thing I’ve ever done.
“I was only at the spring; I haven’t bathed in a couple of days you know. I’m deeply sorry.” I looked up at his giant face that had softened a little.
“Oh, well. I am off to fetch the doctor in the city for your Mother; I’ll be back in an hour.” He glared at me, “don’t do anything!” I nodded, and then he turned and slammed the door shut.
I rolled my eyes.“Hello?! I’m your daughter, I can hear you on the phone all night!” I knew well and good what he meant by don’t do anything but he doesn’t know that. I can breathe, eat, sleep, and walk. But he never said where. So I broke the rules all that hour, but he never knew. My first month of spring went on very mundanely. I went to the spring, I walked in the forest, briefly communicated with Mother, and got stern talkings from Father. Everything was normal, except the part about my Mother. She seemed to be growing paler by the second; soon she looked like a ghost. One morning I went to check on her, and she couldn’t tell me that she was up all night, and there wasn’t any school. She just smiled and waved before closing her eyes.
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The sun streamed through my open window, while dots of pink and red danced into view beyond the trees. I yawned, it was only 6 but I couldn’t possibly sleep anymore. That was my weakness, the second I woke up, zip, I was awake like that. This morning was like many others; I did my daily routine, which I had recently lengthened to washing hair and face, brushing teeth, and having breakfast before checking up on Mother. I completed hygiene with ease and carefully cooked sunny-side up eggs. I had picked at those eggs for nearly 30 minutes before giving up, and throwing them into then the retro refrigerator.
Finally, it was time to check on Mother. This sickness had been going on for 2 months, spring was almost over and my Mother hadn’t been outside since it had begun.
“The doctor says she doesn’t have much time left.” My Father’s voice loomed inside my head.
“No, she has to!” I had urged on like a baby holding onto a cherished Barbie, long since lost its hope of being passed on.
My Father had tears brimming in his eye that night. I couldn’t imagine him if Mother died. He’d be devastated, broken, and weak.
I shook that night out of my head as I opened the door. The room was pitch black, curtains drawn, and the only sounds were faint whimpers coming from my Father’s closet.
“She’s gone. She’s gone, she’s gone.” A muffled voice cried and repeated the phrase over and over.
“No.” I said, rushing over to the bed, where a figure was curled up in the duvet, not moving. “No.” I said again, with tears in my eyes. “No. This can’t be happening, this must be a nightmare.” I shook my head, my eyes brimming with tears. A wave of emotion swept over me, with a mixture of feelings that came out in two words.
“She’s gone.”
I tore out of the house, without bothering to say an artist’s name. The forest wept and developed a grief for Mother, like me. The clouds, exhausted, rained down a storm with sadness. The whole forest seemed aware of my Mother’s absence. But I didn’t care. I just wanted to run. I ran and ran until I came to the end of the forest. The sun was covered by the clouds, and only pale sunshine struggled through. I collapsed and cried, my body heaving to the beat of the rain. My clothes grew muddy, but I kept crying. All of a sudden a phrase came to mind. “Life is a painting Chris, always see it as that.” Well now, my canvas is torn and ruined. The painting hadn’t even made it halfway.
I slept in the same spot that night, a restless sleep. I kept tossing and turning until sunrise. I cursed the sun, for rising and falling, for making days happen, and for making the last days go by too fast. I hauled my drenched body out of the mud, and slowly walked home. “She’s gone, she’s gone, she’s gone.” A voice in my head repeated. I shook my head, as I opened the door. Soft weeps were coming from my Father’s room. I ran straight to my room, pulled on clean clothes and sat on the floor.
“Painting is a way I clear my mind.” My Mother’s voice echoed in my head. “You can, and you must. Paint.” I can, and I must, I shall paint.
I pushed the floor beneath me, and it squeaked. I slowly walked over to the oil paint. My heart thumped so hard, I feared it would jump out and onto the floor.
Paint, I thought again. My hands slowly reached out and picked up the paintbrush. Its bristles never touched, its grip was firm and smooth, and all I had to do was dip it in paint. I stared at the fiery reds, the hazy oranges, the sunshine yellows, the deep grass greens, the ocean blues, the poppy indigos, and the sunset violets. All laid out in the color spectrum, waiting for me to squeeze. Onto the palette went the blues, indigos, greens, and deepest purples. I gripped the thumb-hole on the palette, dipped my paintbrush, and began.
The colors streaked across the sea of vast white, creating a sky, filled with stars, a Mother sat on the moon, with tears flying down, and into a forest, where a cabin sat alone.
Tears flooded my vision, but I wiped them away. Christina, you can paint. The thought rang in my mind, bouncing of the walls. “I can paint.” I repeated, only this time aloud, “I can paint, and I can help Father.”
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“Father, Father!” I shouted and I ran excitedly down the hall. “I can…” I paused. There he was, sitting in the corner, destroying paintings by my Mother. A tattered pile of canvases stood beside him, and he flung another on top.
“I DESPISE PAINTINGS!!!” he roared at the top of his lungs. I ran over to the tattered pile. There, the paintings stir old memories. One was from when we first moved here. Mother had gone out into the woods and painted a dozen more, but this had been my favorite. She had painted it for me. It was a fairy sitting in a daffodil chair, knitting a long yellow scarf that wound off the canvas. “I HATE PAINTING, NO ONE SHALL EVER SPEAK OF PAINTING AGAIN!!!” I drew in breath.
“STOP!!” I shrieked at the top of my lungs. I grabbed the un-ruined paintings, the fairy, and ran out into the woods. I heard my Father calling my name, but I kept running. I plopped down into the same spot that I did on the night my Mother died.
It had only been 3 days since then, and I was still getting the impact of the first day. I did the right thing, stopping my father. I’ll go back around lunch. I sat and thought about the past, the way my Mother had cuddled me when I was 2, had taught me when I was 5, how she put up with me when I was 9, and she never will do anything farther than that. I sighed, how could I let go of her that easily? I knew I hadn’t though. I still dream about her, as a light I can’t reach. At the end of the dark hallway, in the museum. The pictures would turn to flames when I pass them, but I would keep running. Until I woke up with sweat on my brow, and was on the other end of the bed. And that was only last night’s dream. This night could be worse.
I stood up and stretched. I glanced at the paintings, I pulled up the Earth until there was a hole deep enough to fit the stack in. I put the fairy on top, her smiling face gleaming even as it was being covered with dirt. The leaf I choice to mark the spot with was bright green, with a heavy rock on top, it look like a blossoming flower.
I ran home, and climbed through my window. Since the house was one floor, and the window was three feet off the ground I could easily climb through. I hid my art supplies under the floorboards in my closet along with the first painting. The curtains blew in the breeze, in front of the hazy orange sky at sunset. All I could think about was tomorrow. My thoughts were scary that night, and I knew that they would be melted and formed into dreams.

The ground was wet, and made my shoes sticky with mud from the garden. Around me the daffodils were crushed, and the cabin had huge holes with spikes in them. The forest’s trees and shrubs were yellow, and were lying on the ground. I walked around the forest, the spring had dried up, and no animals pranced around the trails like they used to. I walked over to the tree where I had buried the paintings. The hole was gone, and so were the paintings. I looked up at the sky, sunless, colorless. All of a sudden, the sky turned black.
“I HATE PAINTINGS!” Roared the sky, an odor loomed around the sky that smelt like week-old spinach. A face emerged from the funnel shaped winds. He face was wrinkled, with dark circles under his eyes, his green eyes flared with anger. He stepped out of the funnel and started stomping towards me. “You, Christina, be GONE!!” He swiped his hand across the hill, and it vanished. “FATHER!” I roared, then collapsed. “Just a dream, Just a dream, Just a dream, Just a dream.” I coaxed myself closing my eyes tightly. “WAKE UP!” I started slapping myself, “COME ON!!!!” Tears rolled down my cheeks, “MOM?!”
My Father turned around and shouted, “Your Mother’s gone!”
“NO, NO, NO! I still have her!” I pulled out a blank canvas and painted a desert. “LEAVE!” I shouted. The painting sucked him deep inside the sweltering heat of the desert before him and the painting burst into flames.
I woke up with sweat pouring down my forehead, in tangled ball of sheets and duvets. That’s it! I still have my Mother, she’s inside me, Father will get over himself and the paintings. Soon, I will paint for him and we can finally have a real family. I wish I had grieved more, then Father and I would have something in common. But for the meantime, I would paint up a storm to be prepared for the day to come.
I pulled out my canvases (extended from Mother’s collection), and began to paint. Colors splattered across the cloud and formed a sunset, with a mother throwing a giggling baby into the air. The movie played over in my head, like an old film. The silhouettes’ figures seemed to move, smile, and sing to the painting. I sat another canvas onto my easel, a brown bunny formed with a cotton tail , its fur looking silky and smooth. I finished the series off with a remake of the beautiful yellow fairy my Father destroyed. I felt the painting where the scarf had been stroked. The paint rubbed off onto my hand, and I knew what I would do for the rest of my life, paint.
The clock shone 5, I quickly packed up the paintings and shoved them under my bed. I had sneaked a croissant before, and I hastily ate the crunchy pastry, not bothering with the flavor. It seemed that nothing mattered anymore, except painting. I opened the window, letting the sunset shine in to my room. I climbed into my duvet, watched the colors paint my white ceiling, before drifting off into a dark black nothing called sleep.

I awoke in a blur. The sun was shining, birds were singing slow high-pitched beats, and the sun was already high up in the sky. I crawled out of bed to peek at my paintings and decided today was a break, that I had already painted enough and I couldn’t afford to make more for now. I climbed back in to the cozy duvet and just lay there in my pajamas. Everything was perfect today, and nothing needed to be done. The day had cast it’s spell over my common sense and there was no stopping it now. If I had known it was the last perfect day for awhile, I would have enjoyed it more.
But I didn’t.

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Boom, clap, drum de drum, rain beat and struck our window with pure force. I looked out at the fallen trees and the barren grass around our house, “I can’t believe the forest is practically gone.” I whispered to my Father. He just shook his head, a tear rolled down his cheek.
“That was all we had left of your Mother.” He shook his head. We sat there in silence. The booms and claps were muffled by Father’s heaving and sobbing.
“It’s okay Father, because I can-”I was cut off. The ground below us had started to shake, glass picture frames began falling off the stone hearth, and the whole house began falling apart. The room became a blur, I couldn’t see, everything was all dizzy, and with foggy outlines.
“CHRISTINA, FOLLOW ME!!!!” My Father grabbed my hand and tore us out of the house. We ran down the slippery hill, constantly glancing back at our collapsing home. Mud stained my clothes and stuck to my face, blinding me.
“FATHER?!” I yelled desperately looking for him. My eyes rolling around frantically inside my head, “WHERE ARE YOU?!” I felt a sturdy hand grab my shoulder.
“I’m right here, don’t worry we’re almost in the city.” We raced down the tumbling hill, scouting for shelter.
“The city will have one, the city WILL have one”. I repeated over in my head as if reassuring our fate.
The city’s pollution circled in the air, and flocks of geese started to fly into the sky towards safety. They knew what would become of them but we didn’t.
People screamed and ran to the streets, a huge building’s doors flew open, and people poured in as fast as they possibly could. I tugged at my Father’s hand. “Come on Father! Hurry!” We joined the sea of people and soon enough we were inside the shelter. Cot’s were lined up in eight straight rows. Father and I plopped down on one. I looked at the incredibly bare beige walls, a group huddled close to a heater soaking up its warmth. The ground was cold, and I had no clean clothes.
“Father?” I asked, my eyes brimming with tears “when can we go back?” He didn’t answer, he just shook his head. “Father, how long will we stay?”
He closed his eyes and said slowly, “As long as it takes.”
“When will that be?” I whispered grimly.
“I don’t know Christina, just make it work.”He closed his eyes and laid down on the cot and it bounced beneath him.
“But I need Mom’s paintings.” I whispered after I heard his snores began. “YOU need them.” I looked one last time at my surroundings, laid down next to Father, while thinking the same question over and over, “When will we go back?”
I tossed and turned all night, I just couldn’t sleep in this makeshift bed. The sheets were scratchy, the blankets provided nothing but shivers, and the surface was barely a cot at all, just a rectangle fluffed with 10 pillows on a board of wood.
When I awoke the next morning, My hair was a complete rats’ nest, and my eyes wreathed purple circles. I groaned, waking Father.
“How can you sleep on these beds?” I asked him, rubbing my tired eyes, that were red from being tightly shut in hope of a wink of sleep all night.
“Christina, be happy that we even get to have shelter with electricity.” I groaned, he always makes me feel selfish and dirty anytime something like this happens. Once he was picking me up from school and I was going on about how much I hated school, well you can pretty much see where it went from there.
“…Thank you very much…yes, Christina will be very thankful…yes, let her rest in peace…Good-bye!”
He paused to put his new blackberry back in his suit pocket. “Christina, I just got off the phone with the landlord, I have good news and bad news.” I looked down at my hands and nodded.
“The good news is, we can go back to the woods tomorrow.” I looked up with pleading eyes.
“What’s the bad news?”
Father closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “We can’t stay. The woods is utterly destroyed, and we can’t afford to fix it right now.”
“Where will we stay?” I asked sadly, with tears about ready to pour over the brim of my eyes.
“The President set up a shelter in Idaho, we’ll live there in a cabin with other people who lost their homes.”
I shook my head and buried my face in the cheap pillow cover. Why can’t I have been someone else? Someone with a Mother, a Home, and a canvas? Nothing in the world could change that now. I crawled back into the bed, snuggled close to Father, and fell asleep for the first time in what seemed like ages.
I dreamt through the night in a deep sea, floating on a cloud of seaweed. Only occasionally interrupted by an occasional fish floating by. A rainbow appeared before me, with my Mother and Father sitting on it, I joined them. The entire forest appeared before us, destroyed and miserable.
“Go to it Christina, first thing, go to it……..” The dream fluttered and the fish began to vanish.
“I love you Mom,” I whispered.
“I love you too Chris.”
I opened my eyes and saw Father getting on his coat, it’s blackness absorbed his body and made him look so shadowy.
“Are you ready to go?” I nodded and jumped to my feet. We slowly walked out of the shelter tightly squeezing each other’s hand, waiting for the impact. And BAM, it hit us it might take years to take this much damage in. The streets were flooded, and cars floated downstream with people pushing off the bottom like in a canal. Oaks became weeping willows that collapsed and leaned onto power lines.
“Dad, I’m scared.” I held his arm before he turned to our old home.
“Don’t worry,” He coughed to keep back tears. “We’ll be okay.” We spun around forever with both eyes clenched shut. I opened them after I couldn’t take it anymore. My heart sank to my feet. The woods, the cabin, the daffodils, completely destroyed., gone, out of my life. I tugged at my Father’s big hand and pulled him forward.
We hiked up the small mountain, avoiding massive Oaks and Evergreens. Stumbling a dozen times, we passed what used to be beautiful acres of wood, and what now was a barren dessert of destruction. The sturdy cabin’s logs had slipped out of place, crushing the daffodils.
My Father broke free of my tight grip and stepped forward to inspect the mess. I sat down on the earth, the mud soaking my jeans. And just sat there in silence while taking in the damage.
“Christina?” Father asked slowly, holding canvas in his hand. “Is this yours?”
I swallowed hard, as anger fled over me. “Yeah, why? Are you going to destroy that one too, with all of Moms?!” I ran across the bridges of trees. I heard Father calling me, but I didn’t stop. I kept running until the end of the woods. I collapsed and cried, my tears becoming one with the Earth.
I felt a hand steadying my shoulder.
“Christina.” Father.
“Go away.” I shook his hand of my shoulder.
“Christina,” he sat down on the Earth next to me. “I’m sorry.”
“For what?” I slouched deeper in to the Earth.
“For not being your Father all these years. I looked him, staring into his. His green, green, eyes which looked like mine. He pulled out the first painting I had ever done. “This is really good.” He paused. “ I used to paint like this.”
A warm smile set on his face.
“What? You’re a Lawyer, the exact opposite of an artist. If this is your way of trying to make me forgive you, it’s not working.” I jerked my face away and stared at the sky. But he kept talking without a sign of stopping.
“When your mother and I met, we were both artists. Very good ones if I say so myself. We fell in love. But I became a Lawyer, because of your Grandpa.” I shuddered, that old man creeps me out, he looks like a prune. “I never meant to become this, I wanted your Mother to rub off on you, instead of me.”
“Yeah, congratulations.” I scoffed at the thought of being like Father, so stiff-faced, and dull.
“Come on.” He rolled his eyes, stood up and held his hands out. “Let's go.”
I took his sturdy hand, pulling myself up. “Thanks Dad.”
And with that simple moment, a beautiful painting began. One with as many colors as there are stars, A Masterpiece Like No Other.
The End

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hurleycat on 8/15/2010 9:22:53 PM

AHHH! i posted my story and it was long and it oesn't show! so i guess i have to try 2remember it now ! UGH!
A tingle snuck it's way down my spine. I cannot believe i'm actually falling for him. Him as in david miller, the most popular boy any girl in school has ever known of! I stared up at the millions of stars dangling above us just a little too out of reach as we sat ontop of his Ford. I felt his gaze on me as i turned toward him. He had the most gorgeous eyes. More gorgeous than i knew was even humanly possible. Ya know how people say the eyes are windows to the soul? Well when i looked into David's big brown eyes, i could see so deep, it was like looking at a never-ending highway moving so fast that just looking into them you got lost in forever. A good forever. One i could imagine living in. But the one thing i wondered about when i was with him was why he chose ME. I remembered back to when i swore to myself that i would never fall into his love trap or look at him with love-blinded eyes. "He's just another over-rated, stuck-up player," my best friend Amy had said,"nothing to waste your time on." And i agreed. But this is now. I came back to the moment i should be living in. A smile appeared on my face as i continued to stare at him. "What?" he asked calmly. "Nothin, but why did you choose me to take to the dance? And me to ditch with instead of some cheerleader or future model?" "Kristin, you're different from most girls i dated. I know i might have seemed like a player to you, but i was always just saerching. Searching for someone real. Someone who can stand being seen without designer clother, and eat carb-loaded foods, and would crack a cheesy joke just to make someone smile. Someone who doesn't care what other people care about her-someone like you." I averted my gaze back at the stars and smiled widely. "someone who's amazing at doing this?" i asked before running my hand through his hair and pulling him closer and kissing him with all the passion i had inside of me. After we both slowly pulled away, he answered "That's even better than what i was looking for." I liked the way he used the word "was". David grabbed me and held me in his arms as we both looked up one last time at a world where anything was possible. A world where just like our love, wnt on forever into infinity.

twilightluvr316 on 8/13/2010 4:08:00 PM

hey, i don't know if u let people choose who wins but i have2say that i really like the stories from futureauthor19 and tictac2016. it's awesome! i love writing and i'm sure people would say that any good author could write an amazing story with only one post but my stories r too long

twilightluvr316 on 8/13/2010 2:59:56 PM

was on my bed and I can slowly feel my eyes closing. I promised myself I wouldn't fall asleep tonight ,but then I suddenly appear in a dark creepy room. I realize I am dreaming ,but I can't wake my self up. I walk in the room everything appears normal expect for the fact I see a glowing person. I ran out of the room hoping it wouldn't chase me. I turn around and its not there, so i look straight ahead and I see the same ghost again. I scream on top of my lungs and turn around. But, when I appear in the same room it is all bloody. I woke up alerted, and I see the same ghost. I realized I wasn't dreaming it was all true.

texter11 on 8/10/2010 12:38:52 PM

WARNING:THIS IS THE SCARIEST STORY EVER

one day i went to school but something was wrong no students no adults but worst of all no bff! there was movie in the dvd player. i pressed play and the screen was blank. then i heard a scream. i looked behind me and there was a blur. it was floating around the school so i chased after it soon it stopped. i tried to walk closer to it but i couldnt move. i said hello but it sounded like olleh. the blur became clearer it was a creature it was part bird cat dog and platapus. it seemed to have a doll in its hands that looked like me! it raised the dolls foot to kick its self and with no control of my body i kicked myself in the face. my bff appeared behind the creature. she motioned for me not to react at all so i didnt. she used her karate but she got caught in some kind of air net.thinking it was a dream i closed my eyes forced my arm to pinch me and screamed. when i opened my eyes my little sister was hugging me saying happy birthday.

scary huh>

teamrachel1115 on 8/10/2010 1:42:38 AM

i was sleeping one night when a tug on my nightgown woke me up.when i opened my eyes,there was nothing there,so i got out of bed and walked into the living room.in the living room there was a flash,and somthing caught my eye.it was a little girl in a white dress,standing still as a statue.there was another flash,and suddenly the girl was walking torward me.then she said in a very soft voice,''im a ghost'',and a piano started to play.suddenly,the little girl's white dress became clear and i saw and heard her heart beating.then she said,''ashlyn,i need you''and the little girl touched me and i fell asleep on the floor.next thing i knew i was wide awake in a dark room,filled with ghosts.then a very tall ghost walked into the room and said''ashlyn,please become a ghost and help us''and he tied me down and grabbed a knife.i shouted''no!no! please take me home!I wanna get out of hear!''and the ghost toched me and i fell asleep.next thing i knew my alarm clock was ringing.i woke up and i told my parents about my adventure!

sorry that was long!i'ts for the writing contest! hope ya liked it!it did not really happen to me tho.
ashlyn:]

clairinetplayer84 on 8/9/2010 9:45:37 PM

cool profile! i'll post a story when i get a chance, i gotta go to volleyball tryouts!

xoxo luvshorty5

luvshorty5 on 8/9/2010 6:14:03 PM

Hi i saw ur message on my page do u mean like write a story????????

Princess Keziyah on 8/9/2010 3:25:19 PM

As I reached for the top shelve, I felt a tug on my left sleeve. I turn my head slowly. "Hey, Bridget." "Who are you?" I asked, confused, but the mysterious man had disappeared. I swore that it looked like my father, but he had died one year ago. Today was supposed to be his birthday. Maybe he came back, or maybe I'm just crazy.

roxmox on 8/9/2010 1:21:06 PM

Hey hey hey girlzzz!!!!!

guess what- I AM HAVING ANOTHER WRITING CONTEST !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

FREEEEEEEE STYLLEEEE WRITING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

thats right- you can make your post about anything you can imagine!!! It can be ANYTHING!! ( as long as it can fit in ONE post!)


All post must be submitted between the dates of 8/9/10 and 8/31/10 !!!!!!!!!!!!!

Post them to my profile and remember to BE CREAVTIVE!!!!

Luv ya!!! <3333333333333333333333

dancergal22 on 8/9/2010 10:44:49 AM


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*GL Buzz on 7/30/2010 4:59:23 PM

LOVE ur icon! haha and harry potter!!

girlslifex3 on 7/1/2010 8:17:56 PM

wow we have a lot in common! come comment on my profile! DANCERS ROCK!

luvs2dance on 6/29/2010 10:35:00 AM

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ms.soccer2 on 5/29/2010 8:33:12 PM

HEY!! ur icon is SOO funny and true!! LOLZ!!

bamj7 on 4/24/2010 1:26:46 AM

I slowly approached, and knocked...quiet at first, then slightly louder. A Man came to the door, "Hi, may I help you?"

I'm...Bri, and this is my boyfriend/husband K.C. we're umm vegetarian vampires, and need a place to stay, we were wondering about your clan...if that's okay?

He smiled, "Of course, my name is Carlisle this is my "family". Rosalie and Emmett, Alice and Jasper, my wife Esme. And this is Edward and Bella...plus there daughter Renesmee or Nessie,she's a half bred...Bella is out newest vampire." Then he explained all there stories.

"What's your story..." Bella asked

"I was out on a cliff...depressed after losing my mother, I looked down into the water, it was a storm, I was crying and crying. Depressed more every minute. Finally I jumped! Similar to Esme, and fell...fell. I woke, barely consious and felt a sharp twisted pain, screeching. I looked up and saw a man, a beautiful man. His skin dazzling slightly, I didn't know who he was...but he caused me the pain. I woke the next day or so, lost in Italy.

"I wandered and wandered, searching for help. I looked online for references to sudden thirst and red eyes...nothing, but the Volturi. I came to them, they were pale and had bloodshot red eyes. They looked me over, and told me to concentrate on someone and my mind, I looked to Jane, and soon saw her twisted with pain. Aro, I think explained who I was...I was a gifted vampire, they wanted me to join, but I was scared. I ran and ran, quick actually, searching the earth. Along the way in Canada I met K.C. we traveled for a few weeks, then made it here...were in love. Like all of you... so I'm afraid the Volturi are searching, or at least the WILL be." I shuddered

Bella came over, and explained her life to me..."And they came in an army, all for me, and Renesemee." She finished.

"We must prepare her." Jasper said

Emmett smiled, "Oh ya!!!!! Come take me on Bri!"

K.C. smiled amused with Emmett, "Let's do this!" He said. We walked outside and K.C. and Emmett wrestled. It was a tie....

TO BE CONTINUED

KitKat10101010 on 4/15/2010 10:02:13 PM

I ran through the mist of Forks, waiting for a miracle...I was vegetarian. Considered weird by most vampires. I looked to my left seeing my vampire boyfriend... K.C. We were looking for some sort of a miracle, I could twist emotions pulling people to my will, or causing pain. I was similar to a Volturi member...Jane I believe. I soon saw a house, and smelled Vampire, K.C. was a hunter/tracker...he was incredibly strong. We ran up...he was a newer vegetarian,so he laid back a bit. I walked up and sensed about 8 vampires, and a half bred? I WILL CONTINUE LATER!!!!!

KitKat10101010 on 4/15/2010 7:30:19 PM

i like ur pms icon its cute

Wow, we're a lot alike, I abosolutly LUV your icon!!! I'm a huge Harry Potter nerd!!! Check Out

lol i know! i saw ur comment about hte clique red paint thingy...

superDEEcool101 on 3/19/2010 12:41:48 PM

Hey. Oh my gosh your icon is so cute! I love Harry Potter. Which was your favorite book?


vampriss on 3/15/2010 12:26:23 AM

i love your icon

jobro1021 on 3/9/2010 12:57:27 PM

sorry i didn't get my story about gingerbread men posted! my computer craped out right after christmas and i just got it back.


I didn't lik twilight (srry twihards!), but on my profile i am doing a poetry-writing contest and dancergirl22's profile is pretty popular, so many ppl will c this! Cool profile, BTW! On any topic by March 23rd. Good luck everyone! I also saw dancergirl22 likes writing, so she should enter! <3

ELM522 on 3/3/2010 5:44:42 PM

Hiya. Just passing by. Oh, and I totally agree with your icon. ;)

josquare on 3/3/2010 8:49:20 AM

ok i only have a few min to write this ok so here i go


ok if i could win anything in the world it would be backstage passes to meet all my fav celebs and concert tix of corse i mean who would'nt want to win that i mean U could get their autograph and have an awsome time i mean just if i got to touch nick jonas' hand I would start crying or hug him while i was crying but yah tha would be the best thing I could ever win!

girlzrock123 on 2/26/2010 11:55:31 PM

yeahh i know! its so sad

vana903 on 2/26/2010 9:43:40 PM

Bully's
There mean,selfish and have no confidence.
I'm so not one and never will be.
I'm sorry for those people who are who treat special ed. kids like thay don't belong and hope they'll learn one day how they feel like I did.


My story entry for the reading contest!
THE UPS AND DOWNS OF PUBERTY.
As I walk into school hoping i'll make friends here comes a girl who seems familiar so I say hi and wave and she just laughs and walks away so I run in the bathroom and cry and cry and know now my sensitivity is kicking in. I look at all the cute boys and how they of course have the popular preps as there girlfriend and start to feel insecure wishing I was one of those girls whispering in that one special guy's ear. Puberty isn't just about insecurity,depression,sensitivity but it's also about confidence which I have when I am still going through puberty unlike those girls I wanted to be who now I'm glad I didn't hang out with because it turns out they got dumped and they acted no more maturely than me but instead they acted immature. So now I know about puberty and how girls who think there so perfect and don't have puberty are just like you going through changes. UMM>>> I tried my best on this story and hope you like it for the contest!! Please comment on my profile and tell me what you think! Thanks!-Victoria K.

vpk1998 on 2/26/2010 4:16:38 PM

My story for the reading contest!



No it's okay, It's my account now. I am okay with twilight. She can be a bit dramatic sometimes... It gets really annoying because she is like sooooo sensitive and evil. And everyone thinks it's me when she stals my moms money or such. So annoying. And once again my apologies. I seem to be apologising a lot for things my sis has been doing on GL...

club vent on 2/25/2010 7:04:04 PM

Lol yeah i know its awesome!! & this one girl commented saying "hey, there are some proud Canadians on here and we did great in hockey" so like now shes all offended i said that. Wow.

SportyGal on 2/24/2010 5:43:49 PM

lol i just read ur icon haha thats funny...

<3JosefKostan<3 on 2/23/2010 8:44:22 PM

I looked around the room where I was lying, and as I looked around, I saw the Cullen family near me. I sat up, very, very dizzy. "What am I?" I asked. "Andie, you`re a vampire. You were dying, and I changed you to save you," Edward replied. I then began crying. "Edward, let her be," I heard Alice snarl. Alice stood next to me now, taking my hand. "Come on, let`s go talk in my room," Alice said. I nodded, and we went to her room and she told me why I was dying. So, I would never die now. I never needed sleep again. I was very grateful that Edward saved me. But, I was furious that someone tried to kill me. This was my new "family". I was now their "daughter". I shook my head, puzzled. But I was happy that I was alive now. Forever.
THE END

twilightgrl22 on 2/23/2010 7:55:23 PM

hey i luv the same dish as u its soo suh-weet



This is my story. Not about twilight though.....hope you like it.
I watched the rain drop slowly roll down my bare arm as I walked. I shivered. I hadn't excpeted it to be this cold and rainy in the middle of July but then again I hadn't expected a text message from Eli, the boy I had been crushing hard on for the last few months, asking me to meet him at the park.
I saw Eli standing under the little white shelter in the middle of the park. He smiled and waved. I tried to smile but i felt shy. I had only talked to Eli once and it was about math homework. When I got to the shelter I asked why he wanted to see me here. He laughed his cute little half laugh. "Sam, I haven't seen you in forever. I miss you." I looked at him confused, "you missed me? We never even talk." "No" Eli sighed "we don't talk, but I think about you all the time and I think your the most beautiful girl I've ever seen"
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we walked slowly down the path to the pond holding hands the rain still pouring and yet the moment was so perfect almost like a movie but more real. I have somthing to show you Eli said as he pulled my hand and starting to run. We walked deep into the woods the trees cover was so thick I couldn't tell if it was still raining. Then I saw it. The most wonderful place on earth. I field with grass up to my knees. It was the most beauitful place I had ever seen. The rain drops on the grass seemed to twinkle even though there was no sun. We walked to the middle of the field. "Eli, this is amazing how did you..." Eli put a finger to his lips telling me to be quite. We stood and listened and all around me I heard the rain falling and crickets chirping and frogs, it was the best sound in the world. And then just like that we were kissing in the middle of a field in pouring rain with the sound of crickets chirping and the rain all around us. I never thought the rain could feel so great but here with Eli, one of my hands tangled in his hair the other one around his waist. When he finally pulled away from me he smiled, rain drops rolling down his face. This moment so perfect. Just us and the rain

Jesstar08 on 2/21/2010 10:20:49 AM

Hey girls!

The twilight writing contest is over! No more posting your twilight stories please!

But there is a new writing contest where you can write about ANYTHING (although i would prefer to read something OTHER than twilight #5s)

-AB

Dancergal22 on 2/19/2010 10:32:26 PM

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Okay so now that I have your attention, please stop advertising on my sis' pro! she get's really mad. (you should have seen her!) she is anti-ttwilight, and doesn't want anything to do with iit!

club vent on 2/18/2010 8:11:19 PM

im posting another story. hope you dont mind!

I stared up into the black abyss that was my ceiling. Silent tears spilled from the corners of my eyes, into my ears. I shuddered violently in the dark.
It had been nearly a year since that night. Nearly a year since my former self had disappeared, because of that evil monster who called himself a human.
The black that was above and surrounding my bed was a peaceful black, soft black. It was a safe kind of black, almost comforting even. But the black behind my eyelids was a harsh, menacing kind of black that I couldn’t bear to see. Dangerous black that threatened to kill me from the inside out.
Every time I closed my eyes, I saw it happen again and again. I saw his face sneering cruelly at me and then he hurt me hurt me hurt me.
I tucked my comforter closer under my chin and scrunched my legs up to my chest, my arms wrapped around them. It did little to ease the pain. The tears refused to cease.
Eventually, my mind shut itself down. I had become pretty good at this, sleeping with my eyes open. It hurt too much to close them, to relive that nightmare, to go back to that dank, cold warehouse.
Sleeping with my eyes open had become second nature to me. My brain just shut down at night now, no need to concentrate on it. Then it was just me and my black. Peaceful, comforting black.


strawberrysmiles on 2/18/2010 6:03:24 PM

Steph should make a new book about Rennesme's life. It would be Soooooo good. it would be interesting too. i finished the twilight books in a week.

yogagirl14 on 2/18/2010 3:45:17 PM

I could feel something tingling down my spine. It was racing, traveling as fast as it could. Fnally I got it. I had become supernatural.
I saw a boy aout my age right after that. It didn't really mean anything at first because I've never really been into boys. And I've never really cared about having a crush on one. But then just as I was staring into his eyes I felt something different. Something worth holding on to. Something... magical.

I was in love with a ghost.

hfol on 2/17/2010 8:59:18 PM

I looked at Paxton for a moment before gathering the courage to say what had been on the tip of my tongue for weeks. "I love you."
"I love you, too."
I gasped, not believing him. "Really? I thought I'd never hear you say that."
"I love you so much and with all my heart. Please believe me." And then he kissed me, more passionately than ever before.
My lips formed against his, fitting perfectly together. I don't know if it lasted 20 seconds or 20 minutes, I just never wanted it to stop.
Soon though, I had to pull away for air.
I stared deeply into his eyes. "Can I ask you something? Why do you want me? How could someone as perfect and wonderful as you love someone as flawed as me?"
"What do you mean? You're amazing, and I've never wanted anything so much in my life than to have you. You're everything to me and I never want to be without you. I couldn't bear to be without you. I need you. Why is that so hard to believe?"
"I don't know. It's just that even though guys have been lusting for me for years, they've never shown an interest in my heart. But then you came along, and turned my world upside down. I never thought that I could fall in love, until you showed me the way. You're the light of my life."
Pax cupped my chin in his hand and lifted it to his face. His lips trailed from my cheek, down my jawline, and to my collarbone before he breathed ever so lightly on my skin, causing me shiver with glee. "I love you so, so much. He whispered. Don't you ever doubt that for a second."

tictac2016 on 8/12/2010 3:08:28 PM

hi, can i enter the contest?? i think im going to write poetry, is that ok??

j4zm09 on 8/12/2010 2:34:10 PM

Ok this is true it just happened LAST NIGHT! i was at my sisters house we had just got home from visiting our grandma it was about 10 oclock. at midnight my sister fell asleep on the couch. i put on another movie. then i heard the dog bark i looked outside no body was there i thought maybe shes barking at the dog that lives down the street. about 5 minutes later i hear knocking it doesnt stop i awnser and no bodys there! its just in my head i thought. my sister woke up i heard it again and she heard it too. we ansered. no one. we called our other sister but she had turned off her cell phone. so we called one of our friends but she was working. about an hour later she called back and we told her after that our other sister came home. we told her. after that our friend came home. i didnt fall asleep til 4!


seriously this is true we named the ghost moaning mertle from harry potter.


readers tell me what you think of it on my profile


btw between the 10th and 31st of august im having a harry potter writing contest


seriously my story was true it wasn't a prank cuz she doesn't live near kids

shazam_baby468 on 8/12/2010 12:21:21 AM

writing contest:

i opened my eyes. a horrid belt of darkness looked back at me. peering at every inch of me. a small whistling wind ruffled my hair. i didn't care. i had been into the dark. "good thing i wore black" i muttered. suddenly, a faint spark began to glow. it grew and it grew till it reached to such proximity that it burst. i shielded my eyes and waited. a whisper scared me. " why hello there." i stared at it. it was not an it, it was a he. i squinted. he must be a hallucination i thought. i shook my head.

peacerox21 on 8/11/2010 5:54:32 PM

this for the writing contest. hope you like it!!!

I stand at the back of the room. All my family is there, even my distant relations. They weep, and hold each other. I long to say that nothing is wrong, that they may be happy and go. I long to speak, even unheard words.
The doctors outside the room stand in groups, whispering nervously. "Never in all my life-" "Horridly amazing test results..." The pace back and forth, not knowing what to do.
In the room, there is a bed. A girl lies in it. To everyone, she is sick, and dying. I try to comfort the people. I try to tell them that she can be saved. No one can hear me.
I step toward the bed. The girl is asleep to everyone else. To me, she smiles cruelly with pure, dark red eyes. Her name is Kieara. She is me. I am her. Yet, my name is Aura, and I have been Stolen.

Arahna1371 on 8/11/2010 1:46:09 PM

writing contest entry-
I look at these people and wht do i see? i see death in their eyes i see longing wanting hope love happiness sadness every emotion ever thought of. every persons eyes tell a story a past and a future with what to hold on to. what but our foolish human wants a bigger house more money fame when all we need is love hope friendship all of which we would throw away at the sight of a winning lottery ticket why do we long for such small things that will never give us anything but more items we are all material people longing for more material when all we need in the end is a smile and someone to hold- orriginal words from Kate

amazingactress club on 8/10/2010 9:47:26 PM

I was on my bed and I can slowly feel my eyes closing. I promised myself I wouldn't fall asleep tonight ,but then I suddenly appear in a dark creepy room. I realize I am dreaming ,but I can't wake my self up. I walk in the room everything appears normal expect for the fact I see a glowing person. I ran out of the room hoping it wouldn't chase me. I turn around and its not there, so i look straight ahead and I see the same ghost again. I scream on top of my lungs and turn around. But, when I appear in the same room it is all bloody. I woke up alerted, and I see the same ghost. I realized I wasn't dreaming it was all true.

texter11 on 8/10/2010 12:38:52 PM

i was sleeping one night when a tug on my nightgown woke me up.when i opened my eyes,there was nothing there,so i got out of bed and walked into the living room.in the living room there was a flash,and somthing caught my eye.it was a little girl in a white dress,standing still as a statue.there was another flash,and suddenly the girl was walking torward me.then she said in a very soft voice,''im a ghost'',and a piano started to play.suddenly,the little girl's white dress became clear and i saw and heard her heart beating.then she said,''ashlyn,i need you''and the little girl touched me and i fell asleep on the floor.next thing i knew i was wide awake in a dark room,filled with ghosts.then a very tall ghost walked into the room and said''ashlyn,please become a ghost and help us''and he tied me down and grabbed a knife.i shouted''no!no! please take me home!I wanna get out of hear!''and the ghost toched me and i fell asleep.next thing i knew my alarm clock was ringing.i woke up and i told my parents about my adventure!

sorry that was long!i'ts for the writing contest! hope ya liked it!it did not really happen to me tho.
ashlyn:]

clairinetplayer84 on 8/9/2010 9:45:37 PM

Hi i saw ur message on my page do u mean like write a story????????

Princess Keziyah on 8/9/2010 3:25:19 PM

Hey hey hey girlzzz!!!!!

guess what- I AM HAVING ANOTHER WRITING CONTEST !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

FREEEEEEEE STYLLEEEE WRITING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

thats right- you can make your post about anything you can imagine!!! It can be ANYTHING!! ( as long as it can fit in ONE post!)


All post must be submitted between the dates of 8/9/10 and 8/31/10 !!!!!!!!!!!!!

Post them to my profile and remember to BE CREAVTIVE!!!!

Luv ya!!! <3333333333333333333333

dancergal22 on 8/9/2010 10:44:49 AM

wow we have a lot in common! come comment on my profile! DANCERS ROCK!

luvs2dance on 6/29/2010 10:35:00 AM

HEY!! ur icon is SOO funny and true!! LOLZ!!

bamj7 on 4/24/2010 1:26:46 AM

I ran through the mist of Forks, waiting for a miracle...I was vegetarian. Considered weird by most vampires. I looked to my left seeing my vampire boyfriend... K.C. We were looking for some sort of a miracle, I could twist emotions pulling people to my will, or causing pain. I was similar to a Volturi member...Jane I believe. I soon saw a house, and smelled Vampire, K.C. was a hunter/tracker...he was incredibly strong. We ran up...he was a newer vegetarian,so he laid back a bit. I walked up and sensed about 8 vampires, and a half bred? I WILL CONTINUE LATER!!!!!

KitKat10101010 on 4/15/2010 7:30:19 PM

Wow, we're a lot alike, I abosolutly LUV your icon!!! I'm a huge Harry Potter nerd!!! Check Out my profile!!! :]]

tennis! on 3/19/2010 9:13:08 PM