hi chicas!! I absolutely luv to write.....i just want to kno how i join im kinda new on this site

lilcutie4eva on 8/5/2009 6:11:34 PM

i love to write. i don't want a position but can i join?

monkey2dance on 8/5/2009 1:53:48 PM

Hi there, I want to publish this little piece I put in for sample... in the future, and I'm writing it at the moment. I'd like to try out for Head of Novels. I am 10 years old, I know its young, but give me a chance, I'm really good. I love writing about adventure and romance and "all about life" books. I get major inspiration by music! And experiences in life, bad or good. Now, here a sample of my writing.

As it rained down on me hard I pulled on the reins of Prancer as he galloped faster every second, coming to a hurdle I though for a moment. "What am I doing? I'm winning of course! I can't give up now. I have to make this jump. You're not even fast enough, hurry up!" I pulled on the reins hard, as he whinnied loud, and in a split second I was thrown off my horse and hit the ground hard. It felt like I hit a metal rock as my legs went numb. I instantly was forced to shut my crystal blue eyes as a quick shiver emerged my entire body. In one little second before I went unconscious I ask myself "what have I done?". The rain poured down as my red hair sprawled out on the ground. My family and everyone in the crowd gathered around me. Sirens filled the air and I was moved into an ambulance and to the hospital. In less than a second, it felt like for me, my eyes opened. I could hear the cries of my mother as she held my hand tight.
"Viola?" she cried and laughed hysterically. "You're okay!" she hugged me so tight, I almost though of it unbearable, but knowing I was alive was good enough. I was having a hard time remembering everything. I could only remember little flash backs.
"Who are you?" I asked.
"What? I'm your mother! Oh, God no. Please don't have amnesia," the cheer in her face knowing that I was alive disappeared in a second.
"My mother. Okay. What happened mom?" I smiled, gloomy and tired.
"Oh, boy. Viola, you fell off your horse, Prancer, remember?" I tried to shriek at that comment, but just a faint squeak came out. The nurse came in.
"Excuse me, I have to give her some tests."
"Yes, yes. Okay." She stood up and walked out of the room, holding back her tears.
"You broke your leg, Viola."
"I did? How?"
"You fell off you're horse. I'm sorry, but you won't be able to ride for a little while."
"Ride? I don't think I understand what you are talking about." The nurse took my tests and after a few hours of waiting informed everyone that I had a broken leg, and amnesia. My mother just clasped onto my father and sobbed. But, the nurse also announced I'd get my memory back soon enough. My family took me home on crutches. As I sat in the car watching the raindrops run down, following each other and being forced to go in certain areas on the window. I remembered a certain flash back. "Viola, no! Other way! Now, jump! No, other hurdle," I remember my teacher bossing me around. That memory only lasted a while, though. I was home. I slowly got out of the car, with the help of my parents. I limped on my crutches on over into the house.

You like?????!

FrenchMani<3 on 8/5/2009 5:55:15 AM

Head of short stories 1. How old are you? 12 almost 13 2. What do you most like writing about? Girls my age and my experiences 3. How do you get inspiration?from my own experiences.

"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
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 step through the door. Every one is staring at me.
"You must be Ms. Owens." says the teacher.
I nod.
"There is a seat open behind Ms.Konswalki." he states.
I take my seat.
Tanya turns around.
"Hi." she shyly says.
"Hi," I say back, "my name is Mallory. 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 to hear, "He NEVER does anything fun in his only lessons!"
"Ms. Konswalki," says Mr. Snizer with a slight edge in his voice, "if I catch you talking again, I will give you a check mark!"
Tanya turns around in her chair and rolls her eyes at me. I smile. She smiles back. I think this is the start of a good friendship.

-Bridget B.

Bridgge2010 on 8/4/2009 3:16:07 PM

hey i'm smileysevvie and i'd like to be head of novels
i am 13 and i like to write about lots of different things, from fantasy to reality. i get my inspiration from really random things, like songs, real-life experiences, and just random things that pop into my head.
here's a sample:
I’ve always known I was different. How did I know that? Well, I was adopted from an orphanage in Canada when I was just two years old. That was a bit of a difference between an average thirteen-year-old and myself.
Another thing was, well, I even looked different. My eyes were of the lightest gray you could imagine, almost white. In the light they sometimes looked opalescent. It was quite a contrast with the straight raven hair streaming down my back. My skin, blemish and freckle-free, looked like it had been airbrushed to its limit on a computer. It even emitted a subtle radiance.
Sometimes odd things would happen in my presence. Things that most people would relate to a supernatural occurrence, like items falling when nobody touches them, or a chair being pushed in on its own.
What other distinct differences were there? That, I didn’t really know. They just seemed to be there, and would present themselves in their own time.
But there was definitely something extraordinary about me, something that if it weren’t for Sinclair Codryll, I would’ve never known about.

smileysevvie on 8/4/2009 2:41:44 PM

hi my screen name is mlmr9 and i would like to apply for head of novels and jion the club

i am 13 years old,i most like writing about girls my age,i get my inspirations from lifetime experances and things happening to me example:

My mom never thought i would be like this.... or mabey she did,well i shure never thought i would.Well lets stop gibber gabben and get on with it.Hi my name is Addilaide.

mlmr9 on 8/3/2009 8:30:01 PM

hey i just saw an add on the uniforms accessories page and i love writing poems! i would like to join your club

cntryuntd10 on 8/3/2009 3:42:06 PM