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can i join? I write fantasy novels. (On my fourth page 149!!!) Its my escape from the "real" world. Any one that loves mythology in this club?
river rat on 8/20/2010 8:18:42 PM
Hey hey hey girlzzz!!!!!
guess what- I AM HAVING ANOTHER WRITING CONTEST !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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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!!!!
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dancergal22 on 8/9/2010 11:15:30 AM
hey im always writing stories and i would love to be part of your club, can i join?!
hockeygirl18 on 6/30/2010 12:02:45 PM
Hi, I hope everyone is having a super duper good summer. I need some writing help, talk about writers block...I need help coming up with a last name. It needs to fit an early 1800 hundred time period and fit the name Daniel. If you have any ideas let me know on my profile.
yellow_mariah on 6/20/2010 12:37:03 AM
Hey, I'd love to be VP, Head of Poetry, or Head of Novels. I'll start with VP- there's no app so I'll just say a little about myself: I'm 16, and I absolutely love writing. First of all I've always got my head in a book (good writing starts wth good reading) or my hand with a pen writing in one. I find inspiration for writing everywhere, and my house is full of my notebooks, which have everything from poetry to short fiction to scraps of novels in them! I don't want to brag but I'm pretty creative and I have around a 95 in English. I'm also a published and awarded writer- in 2007 I had a poem published in an anthology, in 2008 I won 2nd place in a city contest with a short story and won $75, and I won 3rd place in an Ottawa Public Library contest, and I won 1st place in an OECTA poetry contest, and I had poems published in Wet Ink Magazine and in ChixLIT magazine, and this year I got an honorable mention for a short story in a city contest. When I get involved in something I always give it my all, and I would be very dedicated to this club and always there for all the writing girlies out there!
As for Head of Poetry, here's my app:
1. I'm 16
2. I most like writing about emotions, relationships, and nature- anything that happens in my daily life and also in my imagination.
3. I get inspiration from the natural world I see everyday as well as the people I interact with, and often my dreams and random fantasies.
Sample poem: Devotion (please no one copy)
The ocean's rhythms pull you, the sea calls you. You feel it deep inside, as always.
Your eyes lose focus. “I have to go,” you say. Every time. “I have to.”
The others protest. “Stay!” they cry with jealousy. “Aren't we more important?”
But you slip away into the night.
Down at the shore, you stand there, sobbing along with the moaning surf.
You don't know why.
But the ocean does.
You shed tears, as salty as the water lapping at your feet,
for an ancient and unknown sorrow.
You and the sea, you grieve together.
And the moon shines down,
And the moon shines down.
You think you share everything, you and the sea.
And you do. Almost. For there is one thing, and only one,
The ocean does not share with anyone. Its heart. Its secret.
The reason why it is so lonely, and why it sighs in and out, in and out.
You yearn to know. Oh, how you long to know. “Tell me!” you plead.
“Someday,” the waves whisper. “Perhaps,” the tide murmurs.
And the moon shines down,
And the moon shines down.
And my app for Head of Novels:
1. See Head of Poetry app
2. See Head of Poetry app
3. See Head of Poetry app
Sample of writing: a short sample of the first chapter of the first book in my fantasy series The Last Soulseer (again, please don't steal)
“May the Great Spirit guide you on your life’s journey. Lyse Axuzota xun gardir heljun xu-karlyd vigulne.
“This is the story of how our World began, or, The History of Newelande, as we remember it today.
“Many ages ago, where our world is now, there was a different World. Old Earth, as we call it. Life had existed there for thousands of Winters. But the people of Old Earth slowly drove it to destruction, until an empty wasteland stretched across the globe. We do not speak of those evil times.
“Then the Great Spirit raised Its power and extinguished Old Earth, crushing it and all other planets, moons, and stars into a fine dust. Old Earth’s time had passed. But then the Spirit took some of the dust and formed our World, New Earth, or Newelande as we call it. The remainder of the dust was made into our stars, our constellations.
“Newelande is not round, as Old Earth was and the people there believed all planets to be. It is a rectangular prism. Our curved protective atmosphere encases us, yet if you burrow deep enough or sail to Water’s Edge in the very North of the Abraal Sea- you will fall and be forever lost in the space of Time and the time of Space.
“Many things have we that come from Old Earth; most plants and animals. But we also were given by the Great Spirit, who created all, new combinations, and creatures that the people of Old Earth believed were only imaginary.
“We on this Earth are charged with the task of remaining in harmony with each other, all living things, and most importantly- the Elements. The people of Old Earth knew them once, and honoured them, but in time they doubted, and scoffed, and forgot. We, the Newelandians, will never forget. We must not.
“The only heavenly bodies left in the Universe from Old Earth’s times are their Sun and their Moon. They swing through the skies in an eternal dance, reminding us that the Great Spirit is always watching, and the Elements must always be honoured.
“May the Great Spirit guide you on your life’s journey. Lyse Axuzota xun gardir heljun xu-karlyd vigulne.” Rarkwin finished the tale and repeated the traditional greeting, both in Newelandian and in Essendil.
“BVen xun ilku qwordja bven meaguf. And you, in peace and pleasure,” answered Fyra, also using both tongues. She leaned back, satisfied, as Rarkwin closed the old dusty volume and put it away.
Fyra Strongheart would be thirteen Winters old in two days’ time. She was a little tall for her age, and a little too thin to be considered pretty- perhaps ordinary, so far. The extraordinary thing was that her hair was a long, curly, bright red, and her eyes a large, piercing, bright green. In all of Faredom, and indeed, even all of Newelande, such hair and eyes had not been seen for many a long Winter. Blue eyes, and brown and grey and hazel and amber and violet; and golden hair, and brown and black and grey and white and even slightly auburn could be spotted every day all together in Faredom, yet no green and no red. And with her pale skin generously sprinkled with freckles, Fyra made for a startling appearance. Not pretty, but striking.
By way of personality, well, it is hard to say. At times she was quiet and obedient, at others she was hot-tempered and defiant. Always she was as unpredictable as the weather in the Southern Plains.
Rarkwin told her that when she had been only two years old, Fyra went with her family on a voyage in the Abraal Sea for a vacation. But somehow the ship sank, and all drowned, except Fyra. She was rescued by some fishermen, found afloat in a basket.
Across from Fyra sat Rarkwin, her guardian, who had taken her in after her parents drowned. He was old, more than seventy Winters, yet as hale and hearty as if her were half that. He looked like a kindly old elf, with white hair, a short white beard, and twinkling blue eyes; thin and small. Fyra almost towered over him.
Rarkwin was quick to laugh and slow to anger. He found it hard to think ill of anybody, yet if the need arose, he could be both furious and powerful.
Together they sat in Rarkwin’s small study, silently mulling over the story. Fyra looked around at the familiar room, filled with soft armchairs, bookshelves, and piles of parchment. Flickering candles provided a cozy light, while a yellow crescent moon peeped in through the window, illuminating the drifts of snow outside. The study was Fyra’s favourite room in the house, warm and comforting.
Her gaze slid over to Rarkwin. He appeared to be asleep, eyes closed and head resting on one wrinkled hand, yet Fyra knew he was thinking about the History of Newelande. She herself concentrated on it, savouring different phrases and snatches of sentences- “an empty wasteland stretched across the globe”, “Old Earth’s time had passed”, “the space of Time and the time of Space”, “will never forget”, “through the skies in an eternal dance”.
The History was by far one of the tales Fyra loved best. Rarkwin hadn’t told it in its full version; there were still the parts about the forming of the Peoples, the journey of King Ont, and the rise of Faredom. It was still thrilling and mysterious, though. She couldn’t bring herself to hate the people of Old Earth, but she wondered, did they know what they were doing? Did they realize they were destroying their only World, and did they regret it at all?
And then there was the traditional greeting. As far as Fyra knew, it had been handed down from Newelandian to Newelandian since the creation of New Earth. One was supposed to say it or respond to it in the common language and in one’s native tongue. Strangely, Rarkwin and she herself were the only people who spoke Essendil (again, as far as she knew, and she knew very little about it really). That was part of the mystery, intertwined with the History of Newelande, Fyra, and her guardian in ways that she did not yet understand.
Anyway, sorry for the length! Thanks for considering me, I'd be happy with any of the three positions (especially Head of Novels).
violet22 on 6/16/2010 3:48:57 PM
Hey I write poems and I would love to be a member of your club can I join!?
Alidster on 3/28/2010 12:05:38 PM
Application: Head of Poetry
Won several poetry and story contests
Creative Writing Classes
What I like to write about: As I sift through my thoughts, often i'll think of a word, sentence, or phrase that'll make my heart pound, and that becomes my topic.
Where I get my Inspiration from: My ever active emotions and mind.
Excerpt from My Collection of Heartfelt Poetry:
In melancholy silence I wait
Nobody stirs during nights reign
I only lay with my thoughts
protected by a curtain of darkness
Inside each tear upon my cheek
Memories of my ever faded past
My mind forever searching for something lost
It seems only I see the power
The power I have in my words, writing, and emotions.
Alone I embrace this power.
And I cry until the passion runs dry.
Yet it never seems to lessen.
When light kisses my sleeping face
I awaken from a dream
and yet I never slept
Only then do I realize:
A dream is not an illusion
A dream is a story written beneath your soul.
A dream is what I strive to be.
Sorry, it isn't my best, but I can edit it later!
DancingBunny on 3/24/2010 1:56:22 AM
Hey I would like to join and if possible be head of poems.
1. I am 13
2. I like to write about romance and how teenage girls feel in different situations.
3. I get inspiration from how my friends and I feel and from how the media affects our self esteem.
I look into the mirror
I don't like what I see
That's not perfect, that's just me Those adults, they think they're so smart
They think it's just start and stop
But they don't know,
It's not just that
It's more than a fear of gettin fat
It's not fittin in, not lookin perfect
Those glossy faces don't help nothin
So as I look into the mirror
I try to like what I see
That's not perfect,
That's just me
dancediva555 on 3/17/2010 3:11:31 PM
Girls please check out my profile and enter my poetry contest! You all are extremely talented! Thank you for your time!
ELM522 on 3/13/2010 2:56:48 PM
Can i share a poem? NO one copy it!
I hear their murmurs everywhere,
The girls who,
Dwell on doing their hair.
I ponder how the halls
Are their shrines,
Their names are heard in relentless calls.
Their phones are diligent,
To their friends, these messages are sent.
A glamorous star, with a private jet.
Every word on their lips becomes sarcastic.
You see the beckoning,
Their hearts just singing.
You hear widespread,
Gossip, more popular,
Than the newspaper you once read.
But behind their eyes,
So adored and envied,
You see their cries—
To be unique.
ELM522 on 3/12/2010 3:48:29 PM
I would totally love to be a MOD! Let me know! And also you could make a blogger!? Just a suggestion...I would love to do that!
TheSmartie on 1/1/2010 11:39:06 PM
Hey, how are you doing? i wuld like to apply for head of short stories or head of novels depending on what u have open. age: 13
i like writing about things that happen in life and turn them into a a creative interesting mysteriouse story
srry i gotta go ill finish l8r
kenzie556 on 12/16/2009 5:45:57 PM
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Arahna1371 on 12/7/2009 7:46:31 PM
I love writing!
Hey! This is Megan, prez of The Alpha Council. I would love to become sister clubs with ya! Get back to me, thanks!
thealphacouncil on 12/7/2009 5:28:21 PM
i would like to join and be a mod.I am great at giving all kinds of advice and I am on GL everyday.
XxSkilletXx on 11/28/2009 5:12:29 PM
I would like to join and be a mod.I go on here everyday and I am good at giving advice.I am not the best at giving fashion advice though.just
comment on my profile if I am one of them thx!
xxemoghostxx on 11/28/2009 3:36:50 PM
how do you join a club? what is modding? im new so help!
harrypotter01 on 11/27/2009 2:10:10 PM
Hey can i ppppllllllllllllleeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaasssssssssssseeeeeeeeeeeeee (please) be one of you MODs? I really like giving advice!!
Just comment on my profile when you know thxxxx
oOpSiEs! on 11/18/2009 10:27:24 PM
that is the only peom I had on the computer at the time.
snowgirl5659 on 11/6/2009 11:24:32 AM
Head of poetry:
1. How old are you? 13
2. What do you most like writting about? What I go through everday in life, or about losing a love one.
3. How do you get inspiration?............... I am sure I just start writing when I want.
*Please add a sample poem*
by. Me (Ashley VanWagenen)
No one knew
No one could have ever guessed that so many lives would be lost that day.
No one knew
No one could have ever guessed
That terrorist would get a hold of planes.
No one knew
That they would drive them into the twin towers.
No one could have ever guessed
That they would actually fall down.
People thought the buildings were strong.
And that they were fine
That day was a beautiful day and everyone thought they were fine.
But at 8:46 the first plane hit.
No one thought it was terrorist that did it and went back to there business.
But again at 9:03 another plane hit the second building and now they knew it was planned.
Some people lived and some people died, some were at school and some were at work and some were home watching everything before their eyes.
No one wanted this to happen,
No one saw it coming.
But now on Sep.11 we can remember those who died and the ones that risked their life to try and save the innocent.
snowgirl5659 on 11/6/2009 11:23:52 AM
Heyy! I'm Gabi (aka prez of *clubmusichearts*) and I was wonderin' if ur club would like 2 be a sister club with mine? It would be great 4 my musical girlies to get help with writing for songs aand stuff...
*clubmusichearts* on 10/25/2009 7:29:24 PM
hi, can I join?
xoxodremerxoxo on 10/18/2009 2:06:20 AM
HI, I would really like to join you club. I absolutely love writing and reading so I really really want to be apart of this.
If possible could I also be a mod? I give really good advice (I think ) and I go on girls life almost everyday.
yellow_mariah on 10/16/2009 9:55:11 PM
hi i heart writing and i want to be vp but the is no app for it... well here is some info about me i am nine and a half very mature my teachers say that i am a gifted writer students sometimes ask me if their stories are good and sometimes ask me for advice so i take those as compliments uhhhhh i get my inspirations from different things, usuallly i just look around where i am to get ideas... like once when i was in class, i was writing, there was this pretty house in front of me (long story) and i stared at it then it came to me... the pretty house on baker lane and now i am in the middle of it and it is about a house that just magically appears and there is this girl and her friend and they discover it it is actually a haunted house and they search through it....... you have to read it to find out more...... its gonna get scary......... i am in the fourth grade gifted uhhh when i grow up i want to be an author and illustrator so give them the app please for vice president!!!! iw ill be totally into it i used to have a club but no one came so i shut it down so now i have all the time in the world!!!!!!
sparkleey on 10/12/2009 8:35:06 PM
i luvvv writing but i dont wanna apply for a actual job would it b ok 4 me to just join for the fun of it and if i have any stories ill post them and ask for opinions.
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Megan P. on 9/23/2009 10:54:12 AM
What Is It Like? A Poem
What is it like,
To be famous?
What is it like,
To live being extremely rich?
What is it like,
To live a glamorous life?
What is it like,
To be poor?
What is it like,
To have to get by on a dollar a day?
What is it like,
To be looked down on?
What is it like,
To live in a mansion?
What is it like,
To get fan-mail?
What is it like,
To have 7 TV's in your room?
What is it like,
To not have a computer?
What is it like,
To be starving?
What is it like,
To live in a cardboard box?
What is it like,
To be a snob?
What is it like,
To be heartless?
What will it take,
For you to change your ways?
What is it like,
To feel helpless?
What is it like,
To die so young?
What will it take,
To save you?
How should I know?
What can I do?
I'm only a small town girl,
Stuck with nowhere to go,
Stuck in the middle,
Wanting more, wanting to help, what do I do, where to go?
This is a depression poem. It is actually a poem that I created for my writing homework.
lasagna on 9/18/2009 10:36:59 PM
Ok you're probably annoyed with me now, but here's a short fiction story inspired by the VMAs. And something i imagined.
“Can you believe it?!?” I said. We- small town kids, we were going to the VMAs! No we weren’t winners of some radio contest- we were stars! Well at least Leo, James, and J.T. were. I was just the girlfriend of rock star Leo London. And the friend of James Lo and J.T. Jan. Well actually they changed they’re last names so people wouldn’t find them, but paparazzi are paparazzi.
“You need to chill Lauren,” Leo said. He rolled his eyes, but smiled at me. His arm was around me in the rear facing limo seat. J.T. and Lo were in the opposite one.
“Like she can chill,” Lo said, “she’s been psyched for this since we got that phone call.”
“Yeah, but can you blame her? We never thought we’d be here would we?” We had to agree on that. Up until a year ago, there was no way we thought we’d ever get to come here.
You see, about a year ago, a big record company happened to be at a gig they were playing. And, well, I don’t think I have to explain the rest. Basically they’re famous. And I’m Leo’s girlfriend.
We stopped and the door was opened for us.
“Hey! What up Taylor?” I said as Swift’s smile greeted us as we climbed out of the limo. She must have got here just before us.
“Nothing much, except we’re at the VMAs of course!” We hugged each other then she said, ”I gotta go I think they’re waiting for me on the red carpet.” “Bye!” I called as she disappeared into the crowd of celebs.
Yeah, me and Taylor or pretty goods friends. I also know Katy Perry, Nickelback, Linkin Park, Shinedown, Lady GaGa, and a ton more. I’ve gotten to know a lot of celebrities in the past year. But I’m really close with Taylor.
“Hey guys? You didn’t tell anyone I was a freak did you?” I asked them as the crowd screamed and cameras flashed.
They looked at each other and grinned. “YOU GUYS TOLD GREEN DAY I WAS A FREAK!?!?!” I screamed at them. Which probably wasn’t the best idea right now. Everyone who heard me started whispering. Well at least they weren’t gossiping about my outfit. Unlike most of the girls here, I wasn’t wearing a dress and virtually no makeup on. I was in black jeans and an purple tank. I had on purple flip flops and a gold bracelet. I had black eye shadow and mascara on.
Someone tapped on my shoulder. I turned around and looked up at BILLIE JOE ARMSTRONG. “Oh crap,” he said and turned around and ran. Well in the three seconds I was able to see him, he looked really nice.
“I whipped my head back around and said what did you tell them?!?!” I said. Usually people don’t run away from me till after they’ve met me.
“Umm… well we didn’t tell them much, just that you are obsessed with them, that you have a tattoo of BJ’s name, and that you have every album they’ve ever done,” James said smiling. “And you’re trying to ruin my life why?” “Because it was funny, except they actually believed us think you’re a freak now.” “So now BJ, Mike, and Tre think I’m a freak? Great.” I rolled my eyes and continued walking towards the interview dude.
“And here we have the members of White Crow Dieing. And er…Lauren Richmond, Leo’s girlfriend.” Great. He forgot my name. And BJ ran away from me. Not the best start to our first VMA.
“Ah so how does it feel, to be here on the red carpet? Because I mean this is your at the VMAs.” Leo smiled and said,” It’s amazing. Really it is. I mean we never thought we’d be here.” Then he kissed my cheek. “Awww. Isn’t that sweet? So what our you guys wearing?”
“Well I’m in a suit,” J.T. said. Of course. “I’m wearing a shirt and pants. Want details?” Lo said. Why am I not surprised? “I’m wearing an uncomfortable, but nice looking suit,” Leo said. My turn. So would I end up messing this up? “As you can see, I’m wearing a tank and pants.” Well that was good for a change.
“Ok well off to the carpet with you guys…. And girl.” The interview dude smiled. What cheesy person.
We continued walking to the carpet where the paparazzi were snapping photos. I honestly do not like posing for them. I usually just stand there awkwardly. But tonight was different. I smiled at them and posed one of those girly poses. Then I grabbed Leo’s tie and pulled him close to me, I stuck my foot up in the air all girl like, and kissed him. Wow. What I do for the paparazzi. Ha ha. I watch Animal Planet too much.
Well that last move there made them go wild. They started hooting and cheering snapping pictures. I released Leo and we walked down the rest of the carpet. Then we got into Radio City Music Hall where more paparazzi were waiting. And where more stars were. Let’s see, well Taylor was there, 3Oh!3, Katy, Gaga, Eminem, P!nk, All American Rejects, and if I went on, this would take a while. Oh look there was-Tre Cool?!?!?! He wasn’t running either. He was making his way towards us.
“Hey Crows,” he said. “Tre. Hey this is Lauren,” Leo said. Yeah perfect thing to say right now. Tre just looked weirdly at me and said,”Ohh… so where’s your tattoo?”
Great. “Tre, I don’t have a tattoo, they lied to you. They’re just trying to mess with you guys and make me look stupid.” He just kinda frowned and said,” Guess I’ll go tell BJ and Mike.” I’m going to get them for this.
We pushed past paparazzi and got into the stage area. We were here. The VMAs. We sat down where our giant seat cards were. I was on the inside, then Leo, J.T., and James. To my left was some people I didn’t really know, and after that was Green Day. Hmm, too many coincident in one night for my liking.
The host this year was Justin Timberlake. Well, here was the opening act…
About half an hour later, it was my time to shine.
“And now give it up for Lady Gaga and Lauren Richmond!” A round of applause and yells came from the crowd as Gaga and I walked down the stairs. What was she wearing?!?
I had the envelope. I smiled at her she laughed as the fans cheered,” So you’re actually in the video nominated for this, ‘Sneaky Little Devil’?” I nodded,” You bet, and I actually had a really low dress on and I had to bend down in the video. So I told the dresser people to get me a jacket, so naturally they go and buy something three sizes too small.” The crowd laughed and Lady Gaga said,” I hear you, during my performance I had a wedgie.” Everyone laughed. “Ok that was a little too much info. Anyway, here’s this year’s nominees for Best Rock Video.”
I heard the voice announcing and could sense the giant screen doing it’s slideshow thing. Then it stopped and I opened the envelope,” And the winners of the moonman for Best Rock Video is-WHITE CROWS DIEING!” Everyone cheered and “Sneaky Little Devil” came on. Leo, J.T., and Lo came up and I hugged them. I kissed Leo.
I handed them the moonman and the acceptance speech came.
Twenty minutes later it was time to perform. Could we match the amazing performance by Green Day? Did we have the excitement of Lady Gaga? Who knew but we were performing one way or another. I grabbed my guitar from the stage dude and said to the guys, “Break a leg.” J.T. ignored me, Lo laughed, and Leo said,” You too.”
You see I wasn’t technically in the band- I just played some of the songs whenever I happened to come to one of their concerts. John is the actual fourth member of White Crow Dieing.
My guitar is black and purple (imagine that). It doesn’t have any girly sparkles, no pins on/in the strap, just you average black and purple Explorer.
They were on stage now. Leo was talking about something,” Ladies and gentlemen, welcome my girlfriend and pretty much the fifth member of White Crow Dieing- Lauren!” Everyone went wild as I walked on stage. I heard people shouting- I think I even heard someone say “You’re hot!” which was weird, but flattering.
I took the mic from Leo’s hand and said, “ Thanks for letting me come up here.” Then I gave it back and took my place next to J.T.
Then the song began. We were playing “POP!” which is actually a song about goth/rocker/punk/emo people. Halfway through it was time for my special move. Leo, J.T., I went up to the front of the stage and a bunch of fire shot up out of the stage. The crowd ooohed and awed and cheered. Then J.T. and I fell down under the stage on purpose, onto a mat as more fire shot up. I heard the crowd talking and the music stop. I waved over at him. Then we climbed back onto the stage and we started playing again. Everyone screamed and I went over and high fived some of the fans along the edge of the stage. Then I continued playing till the end where we (Leo, J.T., John, and I) fall backward through holes in the stage onto the mats. Then I moved out of the way as Lo left his drum set and came and jumped down into the hole. A pretty awesome performance for us!
But then Leo was raised up onto the stage-and so was I!?!?! I threw my guitar to a guy who was under the stage as we were raised up onto the stage. This was not part of the plan was it?!?!!?
“What’s up New York?!?!” Leo screamed into the mic. Everyone clapped and yelled and went crazy. “As you may or may not know, today is also Lauren’s 16th birthday.” Oh it was?!?! Oh it was. I forgot once we had hit the red carpet. “So I wrote a song for her and I was thinking of playing it.” Screaming girls. “Do you want me to do that?” More screams of yeses. Oh my goodness he wrote a song for me?!?! I was hopelessly confused at that point. I just stood there dumbly till J.T. dragged me over to sit on a stool near Leo at the front of the stage.
Oh my gosh. Oh my gosh. OH MY GOSH. He was going to sing to me?!?! Like directly to me!?!?!?! It was too much to comprehend, but I just sat there as I assumed I should do right then.
Then he began to sing…. the rest of the band played… by the end of it I was near tears. I got off the stool and went over and hugged him. Then we kissed. Then we walked off the stage with the crowd going “Awww” and “Rock on!” and what not.
Once we were back stage we went to our changing rooms and I changed into another pair of jeans and an orange top with orange chunky, elevated heels. Then we went back out and listened/watched the rest of the show. What a night that was.
lasagna on 9/17/2009 4:33:33 PM
~Writer's Club~, When will you be choosing positions?
lasagna on 9/11/2009 4:54:06 PM
bludancingirl, you can apply for the applications above, write and post here, or just join and support others!
lasagna on 9/7/2009 12:51:46 PM
I like writing, what do I do for the club???
bludancingirl on 9/6/2009 10:00:28 PM
I have posted the first six chapters here,but will continue the story in October on my profile. Until then enjoy, comment, and continue to be creative!
lasagna on 9/6/2009 11:41:15 AM
I’m not kidding when I say my home isn’t pretty. Kate, my older sister, always has her makeup all over the bathroom. And my little brother, Bobby, can trash the house in minutes. We have a dog, Bubbles, who is scared of everything.
When I got in the house, my mom gave me a look that only mom’s can give. “I’m going, I’m going,”I said. I went up to my room to do my homework.
“WHAT DO YOU WANT LISA?!?!” I said into my cell phone. “Look I’m sorry I’m calling at 2am, but guess what? My mom just had a baby boy!” “Good for her.” “Can you tell everyone else? I wanna go see him!”
Before I could tell her flat out ‘no’ she hung up on me. I groaned and said to myself, “Lisa, why on earth am I your friend?”
Then I shot Alex, Toby, Tyler, and Jake a text. I rolled over onto my stomach and fell asleep.
Ok so you probably want to know about me. For one thing my actual name is Michelle. But as you can probably tell I go by Mickey. I could give you my last name, but I can’t take the chance. Well, it’s not like you can find me. (You see, I technically don’t exist in any files other than academic. But you’ll get details awhile from now. So just keep that in the back of you’re mind.) I’m 14- the oldest of my friends. I’m in eighth grade at a public school. I can skateboard like there’s no tomorrow. I’ve always been one of the boys. And lastly, I’m half Asian.
“Mickey, what’s the answer to this problem?” I shook my head slightly as I woke up from my catnap. Judging from the size of the drool spot on my binder, I had been asleep for 10 minutes. Wow Mrs. Liv is really unobservant. “Mickey! What is your answer?” I looked at the problem on the board. “Umm sorry, Mrs. Liv, but I was tired and not paying attention, because my friend called me at 2 in the morning.” Mrs. Liv shook her head. “That goes to show you class, even the best of students can fail and will make excuses.” I would have rolled my eyes, but after school detention didn’t seem that fun.
The bell rang and we were out of there.
“So what were you dreaming about?” Tyler asked when we got to our lockers.
“I don’t know, all I remember was fire,” I said.
“Just wondering. Hey, wanna come over today?”
“Who else will be there?”
“I thought it would be just you and me,” he said grinning.
We grabbed our backpacks, closed our lockers, and headed downstairs to the buses. As I got on I saw Lisa sitting in the back. I went back and sat down with her.
“So what’s on your mind Mickey?” she asked.
“What! Nothing, nothing.”
“Tyler asked you to come to his house alone and you’re nervous.”
“Let me guess, ’you coincidently’ were standing near our lockers, and overheard us talking,” I guessed.
“You know me too well Mickey, just go, you’ll be fine. And you’re perfectly capable of defending yourself.
Not helping Lisa, I thought. Not helping.
lasagna on 9/5/2009 1:36:29 PM
After spilling my guts, if ya know what I mean. I went out to Ty's garage. It was what had us all here, we were gonna start a band. Colten- bass, Toby- well he isn't in it but he comes anyway, Lisa- backup singer, Tyler- guitar, Alex- drums, me- guitar and vocals. Oh I guess I had better catch you up on my friends and life.
Ok so Colten, doesn't have a mom. Well he does but he's never met her. He never talks about it. He's an awesome skateboarder, and I've known him awhile. He's like a super genuis too.
Toby is a little on the geeky side. And he'll ride a scooter not a bike r skateboard. He's got no siblings.
Tyler. Ahh. Yeah he's annoying. Has an older bro, and is a skateboard ametur.
Lisa, yeah she is a lunatic, in good way though! Yeah there's really no good way, but she's my friend! She walks. Nothing else. And she has a twin, an older sister, and her mom is going to have a baby any day now.
Alex has been my best friend since like ever. We've known each other past remembering. His sister drowned three years ago... and he dislikes his twin brothers. I don't know why though.
"MICKEY!!!!!" Tyler screamed. "What! Huh? Oh did I fall asleep or blank out?" "Blank out." "Sorry school's getting to me again." "Understandable." He grinned at me and quickly frowned again. He drives me crazy.
"So what are we playing?" "Beats me" Alex said. Then my cell phone rang.
"Gotta take this. Hey mom... Yeah I know I have homework, but... Mom, I... Mom, I... No I'm at Tyler's, but... Ok." I hung up and rolled my eyes. "Gotta go guys, skipped homework again to here and so..." I sighed. You know.
They all nodded. I grabbed my board and went home. Home is not pretty.
I was bored so I thought I'd put the next chapters in.
lasagna on 9/3/2009 9:53:50 PM
Hey everybody, here's a version of a book I wanna write. You'll catch on I promise.
The Elements Series
Book 1: fire
The baby girl looked everywhere. Fire was everywhere. Burning around her. She laughed. She didn't know any better. Then she continued crawing across the floor. She looked up as she heard a creak above. Then the roof of the apartment building collapsed. And she blacked out.
"Betcha I can eat more candy than you." "Wanna bet?" "Your on!"
I got off the couch and went over to Tyler's cabeint of candy. I grabbed as much as I possibly could. Then I walked back and set the candy down. (Actually, I more of dropped it.)
"Alex, can you be judge?" I asked. "Sure." he shrugged.
I looked at Tyler. We had always been competitive. Staring him in the eye I said,"Prepare to taste defeat Ty." He simply grinned and we both turned to Alex across the room on a chair.
"Go!" I opened up a Milky Way and that was the end of it. I can't stand chocolate so I practicly threw up right then and there.
Ty grinned again. "Told ya so!" "Not fair! You only have chocolate!" "Smart eh?" I pushed him in a friendly kind of way. Then the doorbell rang.
"Got it!" I ran to the front door. "What up Colten? Hey Toby. Where's Lisa?" I asked. Toby shrugged and Colten said," Who knows? She's a lunatic. Just kidding! Kinda..." I rolled my eyes. Then I had a very bad feeling in my stomach. "Oh dear!" I ran to the bathroom.
Hope you liked it so far. I'll post a chapter or two at a time. Please comment! Thank you for your time!
lasagna on 9/3/2009 9:12:59 PM
Hi! Here's my application for head of poems. I love poetry and have even been published and I'm on the girlslife site (with my poem A day on the beach.)
1. How old are you? 13 2. What do you most like writting about? I love how I can express myself in a somewhat abstract way. Also because I'm full of inspiration it just comes naturally to me. 3. How do you get inspiration? I get inspiration from pictures, personal events, school, and things that happen around the world.
The water below us played a scene from the sky,
as the moon above us seems to gaze on nearby.
The ember's turned in,
but our fire still burns,
charring our skin,
yet keeping us from the violent water which churns.
We're both warm at heart,
yet cold when we part,
I can't stand being apart,
yet it's love which we try to outsmart.
sweetreddancer on 8/29/2009 9:50:40 AM
I would like to be a Mod. I can give pretty good advice. Though my sense of fashion isn't the best.
I'd love to help other girls out.
lasagna on 8/25/2009 4:44:06 PM
May I join? I've been looking for a club about writing, because I've been thinking of writing a book. And I want friends who will support me. Thank you!
lasagna on 8/25/2009 4:40:48 PM
can i join?
fashionista305 on 8/19/2009 11:59:26 AM
I made a few changes to my story...
"New at Elks Middle School"
I hear people talking to there friends in the hallway.I see others hugging their friends they never saw all summer. I wish I could be back at Danville Junior/High School with all my friends.
I walk into the school's office. I go up to the front desk.
"Umm," I stammer, "I am new here and I uh need my class schedule."
"Welcome to Elks Middle School! What is your name?" The lady at the desk asks.
"Mallory Owens." I say.
"Ah Mallory Owens," she says, "My name is Mrs. Patersky I am the school secretary. I know everything you need to know about this school."
Mrs. Patersky shuffled through some papers.
"Here is your schedule. Your first class is in room 801. It is right down the hall and to the left."
"Thanks" I tell her staring down the long list of classes. History, Life Science, Algebra...
"You better get moving. Mr. Snizer doesn't like to wait for people." stated Mrs. Patersky.
I saunter down the hall, past a few people. I hear them whisper and point. They are probably saying, "There's the new girl." "I hope she's not in my class!" I trek on. "Down the hall and to the left" i repeat in my head.
I step through the door. Every one is staring at me. My cheeks are probably tomato red.
"You must be Ms. Mallory Owens." says the teacher.
"There is a seat open behind Ms. Tanya Konswalki." he states.
I take my seat.
Tanya turns around.
"Hi." she shyly says.
"Hi," I say back, "You must be Tanya."
"Yea I am." Tanya answers.
"Girls no talking in class." the teacher says.
The bell rings.
"My name is Mr. Snizer for all of you that do not know me. I will be you History teacher." states Mr. Snizer in a monotone voice.
"More like Mr. Snoozer." comments Tanya loud enough for only me and a few other people around her to hear. I giggle.
"Ms. Owens," says Mr. Snizer with a slight edge in his voice, "would you like to tell the class what's so funny?"
"No, Mr. Snoozer, I mean Snizer." I say embarrassed.
He glares at me before turning back to the class. "Open your books to page 12. Chris start reading."
Bridgge2010 on 8/13/2009 3:21:44 PM
Hey. I would like to join and also, if the postition hasnt already been filled, head of poems. I'm 12, I like writing about fallen love or my nightmares. The sadder the better, at least for me.
How You Found Me
Lost, alone, insecure.
How you found me.
You sheltered me, loved me, took care of me.
Then I disappeared.
You walked, searching for me.
You saw the flash of golden brown, found me.
I was asleep, or so you thought.
I heard you try to wake me up, and I felt your tear fall on my cheek.
I never will wake up.
This is How You Found me.
akward1997 on 8/12/2009 6:18:00 PM
I can be a Mod if you would like. I love writing and have been roleplaying for years. I'm even going to be on the school's newpaper this year. My request was backed up by my school's English department head.
Rin on 8/12/2009 2:08:37 PM
cool. so even if i'm not head of anything i can still submit stories and poems and things right?
monkey2dance on 8/11/2009 10:13:50 PM
sorry about that last comment about I dont get it but I want to be head of poetry.
1. I am 13 almost 14
2. I like to write about the supernatral, fanticy worlds, teen drama, and everything that you can think of just to name a few.
3. I like hiku so here are two poems
there are pink flowers
by the freshly dug grave mound
they will stay and wilt
and here is my second poem
I see them
girl larg round tummy
containing a baby
cigeret in hand
then a guy
smirk on his face
a bottle in a brown bag
he rases his hand and
slaps the girl on her face
girl tears up in agony
what I would give to not be looking in a mirror
that poem is not about me or anyone I know I is a thought I got from a "stay drug free" poster
I hope that you like it.
staroftheworld on 8/11/2009 6:10:31 PM
I like to write but are you like one person with a club or are you a web site. I am confused!
I am also writing a story about a girl who has abusive parents and I was think of the dad also rape her but do you guys think that is overbord?
staroftheworld on 8/11/2009 5:59:07 PM
Hello! I'm Kayla and would like to run to become a mod! I give great advice, and I am actually running the ADVICE COULUM for our school newspaper. [:
♥♥♥•kayla•♥♥♥ on 8/8/2009 1:55:31 PM
Hey! I would like to run for Head of Novels! Here is my application!
1. How old are you? 12 almost 13
2. What do you most like writting about? Realistic fiction like girls and their problems, or suspense/horror novels.
3. How do you get inspiration?............... From my life. I can just taqke something really simple that happened in school and turn it into a novel!
*Please add a sample of your writing*
It was cold. So cold I felt like I would never feel anything again. Where I came from it was cold, but never like this. I didn't even know where I was anymore. I vaguely remembered going out into the forest one day. It was bright and I felt like my heart with burst with happiness. Really. As I proceeded it got darker and darker, making me worry how long I could carry on. As I took a couple steps forward, a searing pain shot through my heart. I had thought I was dying. Oh, how I wish now that I was. Where I was curled up at the moment was much worse then the welcoming arms of Heaven. I could feel my soul start to slip away and my stomach clenched. This was it. This was the moment I had waited for since the beginning of my suffering. I don't know what I did wrong throughout my life to bring the desolate wasteland upon me. In the distance I spotted a light. At first it felt welcoming, almost friendly. Then, as it approached my intuition told me to run. This light wasn't what I wanted, what I needed to escape. It was coming to take me away forever. My wonderful life flashed before my eyes. I had barely caught a glimpse of my mother, when everything went black.
Thanks for reading! I just came up with that right now so sorry if it's not that good. I actually finished a book that's a hundred pages, but the chapters are seriously long so I didn't want to put it on here. I hope you like the story I just wrote at the moment though!
GlitterGirl32 on 8/7/2009 4:14:32 PM
hi whats up^.^
annray on 8/6/2009 8:11:48 PM
Hi my name is Haley and I want to be the head of poems. I usually write song lyrics that I sing for my band (sinister band .webs .com) and I rescently had my poem published in a book for a contest.
1. How old are you? 12 almost 13
2. What do you write about? Experiences and rockin out and being different and a lot of other stuff
3. What is your inspiration? Green Day lyrics and other bands
A verse from my song: without you
Every day I have a new confession
Every week you have a new aggression
I'm going a new way
So don't talk I don't wanna here what you say
A verse from my song: used
I don't wanna here what you say
You just want it your way
Everything you do
It was all for you
What do you think you did
You used me
I hope you liked my samples!
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