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I fight against my tears Put a smile on my face
Waiting ‘till my heart hurts no more
Knowing that will never be the case
But I won’t give up
‘cause no matter how hard life seems
No matter how hard I want to cry
I’ll always have my dreams.
A poem I wrote last week!
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I really find your poem to be full of hope. In a world with so much tragedy and many trials, we all need a bit of hope, so I think anyone who reads your poem will get something out of it.
That's really good, Bieke :) I like that even though it's quite sad, there is still hope in there for the future!
Rebekah wrote: "That's really good, Bieke :) I like that even though it's quite sad, there is still hope in there for the future!"Thanks a lot!
If there is anyone who speaks (or just understands) dutch and wants to read more from me, visit my Wattpad account. I have a few short stories (one shots) there.
http://www.wattpad.com/user/xBieke
I translated my most recent short story. I'm sorry for the faults you most likely will find. xD Untill the end
Angels have no philosophy but love. ~ Terri Guillemets
"Audrey," muttered Skye with a weak voice. "You do not have to stay." She looked at me with half-closed eyes and smiled. Gently I squeezed in her hand and shook my head.
"Yes, I do. I'll stay with you until the end, "I whispered. I had always promised her. We both knew it wouldn’t last long. Her pain would almost come to an end. She fought so long and so hard and I was with her every step of the way. It took a great effort to stay strong for her. Not to collapse and then crawl away in a small corner.
"Do you remember how it started," she asked softly and I smiled. I would never forget. Skye was new at school and it did not start like some romantic story. Skye stood out, refused to follow the crowd. With a broad smile, she walked across the schoolyard. Her long black hair shining in the sunlight. It did not occur to me to go to her. I was too shy and insecure. I was a follower and always alone. I wanted to stand out as little as possible.
When we had to work together in English class, I had to talk to her. That’s how our friendship started. We were just good friends for a long time. After some time that just wasn’t enough anymore.
It was a beautiful, warm Saturday in May when she kissed me for the first time. We had already been on the road all day and in one way or another, we ended up at the beautiful lake in the middle of the forest on the outskirts of the city. There at the edge of the lake, she kissed me. It was perfect, the first kiss you dream to have. But it was with a girl. I was afraid of the reactions and if they would judge me. Skye was always very understanding. It was all new to me.
When I finally had the courage to tell it to my parents, they responded better than expected. My mother said she expected somewhere and my father was his cheerful playful self and started to tease me right away.
That was three years ago.
"Yes, I remember. How could I ever forget? "Again I gently squeeze her too thin hand. She smiled and immediately took a violent coughing fit. Quickly I took the dish that stood beside the bed and caught the blood that she often coughed up. That happens when you have lung cancer.
"Sorry," she murmured, with tears in her eyes.
"Hush, it's okay," I said as I wiped the blood from her lips with a handkerchief.
"No ... I don’t mean… Sorry to leave, "she whispered. I looked at her and felt a tear running down my cheek. Her coral blue eyes looked at me, still full of regret. She was bold now, but a knitted hat that I made for her a few months ago, blocked that. She was so terribly thin that I was afraid to break something if I could squeeze it and so terribly weak. She couldn’t hold a glass of water to drink, it was much too heavy.
"Skye ..." I searched for the words I was looking for, didn’t know what to say.
"You know what the first thing was I thought when I saw you four and a half years ago?" she asked quietly, and I shook my head. "I thought: that's the most beautiful girl I've ever seen." She smiled. "Audrey, you have to promise me something."
"What then," I said with tears in my eyes. Her voice sounded so weak. It took her an awful lot of power to say what she wanted to say.
"Promise me you will not only continue. You'll find someone, Audrey, I'm sure. You have so much to give. You made my life, Audrey, but I'm just one chapter in yours. "I smiled at the sound of that last sentence. That came from our favorite movie P.S. I love you. "Promise?" She looked at me, frowning and I nodded.
"I don’t want to say goodbye Skye. I don’t want you to go." Tears streamed down my cheeks, I could no longer stay strong. Not now end was approaching at a furious pace. I felt her hand was getting colder and increasingly losing strength.
"I love... you. Audrey." After saying my name she blew her last breath and immediately the devices beside the hospital bed were beeping.
"Skye? Skye!" For a moment I was alone in the room, just me and the now lifeless body of Skye for me, but then came the nurses, carefully removing the wires and tubes of her skinny body. I felt someone hold me when she left the room. Our love wouldn’t end here. It would never end. Skye was a part of my heart and she would always be. Always.
Our dead are never dead to us, until we have forgotten them. ~ George Eliot
I just finished the first draft in my first novel! It is a paranormal romance. Here is just a snippet from the romance part. I hope you like it. :)The door to the elevator opens. We both step inside and he stands behind me. Gently, he puts his hand over my eyes. "No peeking" he says. Then I feel a soft velvet cloth replacing his hand. He ties the blindfold around my head. If feel his lips make contact with my shoulder, and he slowly begins to move up my neck. His hands press gently on my waist. My body is getting warmer. My heart beat getting faster.
He turns me around so we are face to face. His arms are wrapped completely around my waist. Our bodies are pressed up against each other. I feel his breath right next to my ear. He speaks in a soft whisper, "Do you trust me?"
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This is poem i wrote few years earlier. I thought everything
Finally coming back into a place
Then it all came crashing down on me
As much as I didn't want to believe it
Deep down knew that it was real
That it wasn't horrifying dream
Knowing there was no escape from it
I couldn't run from reality
Not I knew
That I was no longer sure of anything
I didn't know what to believe anymore
Feeling lost
As I never had before
Having nowhere to go
I felt completely disconnected
From world.
David wrote: "Wow! Thanks Bieke, that's amazing! Especially because you had to translate it first! Nice work, really :)"Thanks! Well with this one shot, I had a little help from Google Translate. :P I was impatient so. XD
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Thank You! I wrote when i was feeling depressed.
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David wrote: "When you're emotions are high, either positively or negatively, that is a perfect time to write if you're able to. At least for me it is. That really helps me to pour my soul into it. But it can be..."You're right. =) When I felt sad in the past (and I did a lot) I got those emotions out of me by writing. I didn't have anyone to talk to after my grandma died, so I wrote it instead of saying it to someone.
Here's the story I'm in the process of writing. Hope you like it, I've got some pretty good reviews. http://www.goodreads.com/story/show/3...
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No problem! How far into it are you? There are some weird twists in like chapter 9 I believe, maybe 8 but I've had amazing reviews. I'm so thankful that everyone loves my writing, the only thing that has kept me from dropping it is my faithful readers :)
Here's a sample of one of my short stories.If you want read more, go here: http://www.wattpad.com/user/Fade_Away
Only One.
Peyton squeezed herself through the crowd of tourists, moment she exited Wal -Mart. Bags in both hands, she glanced around the parking lot. 'I'm never going to get out of here' thoughts ran through her mind while she glanced at people arriving.
Peyton loved New Orleans; after all it was where she grew up. It was her home. Summertime was the only time she wished that she could get away, from all of the tourists.
Sighing, she tucked the strands of her strawberry blonde hair behind her ear, before adjusting the bags on her arms. Her eyes scanned for her car. "Peyton?" She heard a familiar voice come behind her, a voice she hasn’t heard in years.
Peyton froze. 'No it can't possibly be him’.
Heart pounding, she spun around so fast, almost losing her balance in progress, but he took a hold of her arm. Peyton's eyes met his eyes, coming face to face with Max, guy who broke her heart years ago. Instantly she broke from his grip, taking a step back. "M..." she began but then paused, no other words coming out of her mouth.
"Peyt..." He began; taking a step towards her but came to halt when he saw Peyton shake her head at him. Her grocery bags fell to the ground, eggs breaking, and milk spilling out onto the pavement.
"You can't be here..." She said after a moment. Tears filled her eyes, she saw him taking another step towards her, reaching out towards her. That's when she turned around, away from him and ran. Ignoring his voice as he called after her, tears spilling out.
Peyton jumped, hearing a plate, shatter. Blinking couple times, she realizes that she’s back home. The memory remains with her while she walks towards the trash can, picking up the broom. ‘Stop thinking about him!’ Taking a deep breath, she walks towards the broken plate, bending down; she sweeps up, broken pieces of glass, tossing them in trash. Leaning against the sink, she felt her thoughts drifting back towards Max. Is he really back?
Peyton would do anything, just to forget him. Sighing, she reached for her cell in pocket of her shorts. Dialing a number, she pressed the cell to her ear and waited. “Hey Peyt, what’s up?” She heard her best friend’s cheerful voice on other end. For moment, Peyton opened her mouth to respond, instead found her eyes fill with tears. “Peyton?” Miranda’s concerned came from other end.
Sniffling, she ran her hands through her hair. “I saw Max yesterday.”
Silence filled the other end, for a moment. “Are you sure it was him?”
“I’m positive.” Peyton leaned against sink, wiping the tears that made their way down her cheek, only to feel more tears fall down her eyes. Why did he have to come back now? Why couldn’t he just stay away? “What am I going to do Mir?”
“Don’t think about him, Peyt,” She heard her best friend’s concerned voice on other end. “He’s not worth it.”
Easy for you to say, a thought entered her mind but Peyton knew to keep her thoughts to herself. “I can’t, Miranda. I can’t just forget him, not with everything we went through,” She sniffled, walking away from kitchen and making her way towards the living room.
“He left you,” She stated. “How can you possibly love him, after what he put you through?”
“He’s not with you?” Mrs. Griffin asked her, in concerned voice. Peyton shook her head, leaning her back against the open door. Sighing, Mrs. Griffin placed her hand through her short hair. “He left…” Her voice trailed off for second. “I was hoping he was with you.”
“Left?” Peyton asked, blinking like she didn’t understand what she meant.
She placed her hand on Peyton’s shoulder. “He’s gone; all of his stuff is gone. I thought maybe he told you where he was going, before he left.”
Peyton looked at ground for moment, before meeting Mrs. Griffin’s eyes. “He didn’t even tell me that he was leaving,” She responded, her voice breaking, and within seconds she broke into run. She heard Mrs. Griffin’s voice behind her but she kept on running.
Why wouldn’t he tell me? Why wouldn’t he warn me? Thoughts ran through her mind, tears falling from her eyes.
“Because, I never been able to forget him,” She responded, softly, shaking the memory out of her mind. The one memory that she wished she could erase. “Ever since I ran into him, my mind keeps drifting to him.”
Miranda sighed. “Look, I got get ready for work. I’ll come by after.”
Peyton wished that Miranda could come by now, but she couldn’t ask her to ditch work to come see her. “Okay. Thank you for listening to me.”
“Of course. You know you can always come to me. Try to do something, to take your mind off Max.”
Saying goodbye, Peyton flipped her cell closed and placed it on the kitchen table. She found her mind drifting to Max once again, wondering what he was doing back what he was doing back in town. Is it possible that he came back for me? Peyton instantly shook the thought away.
I need get out of here.
Walking away from kitchen, Peyton made her way into living room before entering her bedroom. Stripping out of her t-shirt and jeans, she walked towards her closet. Grabbing her sport shorts and a shirt, she put it on.
Walking towards the dresser, putting her hair up in ponytail and grabbed her IPOD. Placing headphones in her ears, she walked into the living room and grabbed the house keys off table and exited the house.
*********
“Peyton?” She heard his voice, causing her come to halt. No, it can’t be him, you’re hearing things. Shaking her head, she continued on running. “Peyton!” She heard his voice again, from behind him. Keep running.
Peyton knew she should keep on running, but she had to see if it was him. I’m just going to look. Coming to stop, she turned around and saw Max running up to her.
Walk away! Instead Peyton found herself watching him, unable to take her eyes of him. “What are you doing here, Max?” She snapped, taking headphones out of her ears. She wanted him to know that she was angry; maybe he would leave her alone.
Max came to halt. “Actually I went for run, and then I saw you and decided to come and say hi.”
Peyton rolled her eyes. “Do you expect me to believe that?” She crossed her arms across her chest. “What I meant is what you doing back in New Orleans?”
Max hesitated. “I live here,” He placed his hand through his hair.
Peyton blinked. How am I supposed avoid him now? “You live here? Since when?”
“I moved couple days ago,” He responded and took step towards her. Peyton took a step back. “Look Peyt, can we talk?”
Peyton shook her head. “First, you don’t call me that, only my friends get to call me Peyt,” She snapped at him, ignoring the hurt expression. “Second, I have nothing to say to you, Max.”
“Come on. I just want to explain,” He pleaded with her.
Peyton glared at him. Why did he have to come back now? She felt tears forming in her eyes but she held him back. Last what she needed was for Max to see her crying, over him. “You had six years to explain Max!” She yelled. “Why didn’t you call me?”
Silence filled between them. Max shifted from one foot, to another. “It’s not like I didn’t want to. It’s complicated.”
Peyton forced a laugh. “Complicated, right.” She mumbled under her breath. “You have no idea how it felt, to show up at your house and to have your mother tell me, you were gone,” She felt tears form in her eyes again, and she knew she wouldn’t be able to hold them in much longer.
Max sighed. “It’s not like I didn’t want to tell you.”
“Then why didn’t you?” She shook her head at him. “You know what? Don’t answer that. It doesn’t matter anymore, because I want nothing to do with you.”
Moment she saw Max crushed expression, she wanted to take it back, she wanted take him into her arms. More than anything, she wanted to feel his arms around her, whispering that he loved her. Then if he did love her, he wouldn’t leave, at least without telling her.
“You don’t mean that.”
No, she wanted to say. “Actually I do. You have no idea what you put me through. Was it so hard to give me a call or send me a text, to let me know you that you were okay?”
Max glanced down. “It was never my intention, to hurt you.”
Peyton looked at him. He’s hiding something. If they met at different situation, she would ask him if he was okay. “Maybe I could forgive you, if you called me but you never did,” Tears made their way down her eyes, and she didn’t even bother wiping them away.
“Peyton,” He reached towards her, before placing his hands to his side at the last moment. “I’m sorry.” He whispered.
She sniffled. “Sorry doesn’t change what you did.”
“I love you Peyton, can’t you give me another chance?” He paused for moment, hesitating. “I came back for you.”
Peyton hesitated for moment before shaking her head. “You might as well go back now.” Before he had a chance to argue, she sprinted into run.
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I'm up to six so far! Ooh can't wait to get to the twist :)
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http://www.goodreads.com/story/show/3..."
Wow... Really really nice Ira!!!
Dvora wrote: "I just finished the first draft in my first novel! It is a paranormal romance. Here is just a snippet from the romance part. I hope you like it. :)The door to the elevator opens. We both step in..."
What comes next? ;) When is the book due out? Great snippet - cheers!
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I wrote this poem after watching a Lifetime channel movie lol. When I write poetry, my inspiration comes from others' emotions and what I think they are feeling. I guess I use empathy when I write. "Who...What You Really Are."
Broken and jagged,
All those pieces scattered.
I see you trying to sweep them up,
all this time you're having no luck.
You fall to the ground,
your palms faced down,
maiming them in and out.
You bleed for me,
and that's not all I see,
but betrayal and hurt.
It stings,
the welt you leave,
it rises and pangs.
Reminding me it's just too late.
You think your heart pounds,
but really it freezes.
It's mine that's throbbing,
sadened, and shaken.
The true you has finally come through,
and what's really chilling?
Is that you have no idea
what you're doing.
~B.S.C~
Ruby wrote: "Dvora wrote: "I just finished the first draft in my first novel! It is a paranormal romance. Here is just a snippet from the romance part. I hope you like it. :)The door to the elevator opens. ..."
Hello Ruby,
I just finished the first draft. Keep in mind, I am not a writer and I started this just for fun. As I began to write more, I got more into it. When Brooke said she would edit it for me, it gave me more of an interest to really go though and finish it.
It took me 10 months to go from start to finish. The snippet I put in here isn't something I have even really gone through to correct etc. so by the time I finish with everything, it could be very different. :) I just wanted to share something to get people's interests peaked. ;) I hope that worked. LOL
I wanted to finish my first draft by November. So I'm doing pretty good. I have no idea how long it's going to take to do the editing. I have 4 small kids ranging from 3-10. So I'm quite busy. And Brooke has 3 kids and she works and does lots of R&R for many authors. But now that the first draft is over, I hope to make more of a commitment. I already have a sequel planned after I finish this one. I am hoping to make it at least 2 books, hopefully a trilogy.
Thanks for asking. It's so nice to see someone I don't know ask about it. You made my night!
D'vora
David wrote: "Our good friend and group member Brooke the Cover Contessa is working through editing it with her :) Not sure what the plan is after that but we're all anxiously awaiting to hear from Dvora!"David, you have no idea how cool it is to have you as one of my biggest cheerleaders!!! Don't Be shy!! You can tell people that you have helped me a tremendous amount with this book!!
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A Valley Experience excerpt....PROLOGUE
Life is incredible for me now. I have a wonderful family of my own now. A wonderful husband who adores me, an incredibly beautiful daughter (yes, I’m a little biased), and a wonderful son who shows me the world every day through his eyes. Although the economy is going down the toilet, both my husband and myself have been blessed with wonderful jobs. God is certainly looking out for us. But my life wasn’t always this wonderful, like most of us I had to learn things the hard way. I thank God for staying with me despite the many screw-ups that I did in my younger years.
I know that you may not believe what I am telling you, but if you are going through or experiencing what I have already been through believe me when I tell you that it will get better for you. That much I can promise. Your trials and tribulations only last for a time; you can either learn from them and move on or not. God will see you through it all.
There’s an old saying, if only I knew then what I know now I would do things differently. That is so true, but at the same time I would not change a thing from my past as it has helped to shape me into the person that I have become today. Although, I must admit that many things would never have happened if only I had listened to that still small voice within me. But like everyone else, I am a little stubborn. This story is about me. Perhaps, I should start from the beginning…….
My name is Brianca Minuet Euley and I am here to tell my story in an attempt to either prevent someone else from going down this road or to give someone who is in this same situation the comfort in knowing that they too can overcome it
THE TEENAGE YEARS
When I was fifteen years old, my family and I lived in the small town of Apopka, Florida. I am the oldest of three children. I have a brother, Bruce, who is twelve and a sister, Mary Jo, who is eight. And yes, both of my parents, Adam and Julia, are still married to each other and live with me. We lived in this upscale house in the middle class section of town. I wouldn’t say that my family was poor but we weren’t rich either. My father always made sure that we had everything that we needed, though it may not have necessarily been what we wanted. My life was pretty much sheltered from the ways of the world. We went to church every Sunday as a family. I think though that this was more out of habit then my parents actually wanting to attend. They never seemed quite excited about it. You would think that my father would have been though as he is the son of a Pastor.
I personally loved going to church. There was just something about it that called to my inner being—my soul. Church never seemed to be long enough for me, I was always yearning to hear more. I could never seem to get enough of it. But my mom was always fussing about how the service was too long.
“How can you give a time limit on learning about God?” I asked her one day.
She looked at me with a look that could kill an elephant, “church is all well and good. But I do not wish to spend the entire day in church. There are other things that I do have to take care of. When you are grown and have a family of your own, you will understand,” she replied.
“What is more important than God?” I asked.
I just couldn’t seem to understand that. She just shook her head and walked away. I never did get an answer to that question.
I pretty much got along with my family despite being the eldest child. Yeah, my siblings and I had our moments but for the most part we showed that we loved and cared for one another. The problem I guess was more with my mother’s and my relationship. I remember when I was younger that she really seemed to enjoy doing things with me and spending time with me. But that all stopped completely when my brother and sister were born. Sure I knew that she could not spend her total time with me anymore but it sure would be nice if she spent some of her time with me. Heck, I couldn’t even talk to her about anything anymore. She didn’t really seem to care about anything that I had to say—nothing I did or said seemed to interest her any more. That in itself hurt me more than anything.
I guess that’s why I started spending more and more time over friends’ homes and eager to spend time away with relatives (even with those I didn’t particular like spending time with). Anything to not have to be home in that house watching how loving she was towards them and feeling nothing for me. Why didn’t my dad do anything about it, you ask? Well mostly because my dad was gone a lot. He worked for this major company and was often gone on business trips. How I wish that I could have gone with him on some of his trips. At least, I am still my dad’s favorite. At least he still loves me. Although when he allows my mother to have her way, I sometimes wonder.
Well today is going to be a good day. I can feel it in my bones. Today is August 1st and I am going up to the school for cheerleader tryouts. Last year I tried out for chorus before realizing that I can’t really carry a tune—although I do love to sing. I also tried out for band but was told that I was lacking a musical ear—whatever that means. The band director gave me a triangle to play. I gave it up after a few days as I found it mundane and completely boring. Well, wish me luck.
Brianca walked over to her closet and picked out an appropriate outfit for tryouts. She stood in front of her full-length mirror and looked over herself. Well if nothing else, at least I somewhat look like a cheerleader. She smiled at herself then turned and picked up her pom poms off her bed and headed for the door.
“Where are you going so early Brianca?” Mary Jo asked.
“Just up to the school for tryouts. What does it look like I’m going? Duh,” Brianca replied.
“Can I come with you? I promise not to embarrass you in any way. I’ll just sit quietly off to the side and watch,” Mary Jo asked.
Brianca looked at her sister and frowned. She really did not want to take her along. Her mother always made her take her with her everywhere she went. She just wanted to be able to have a little time to herself for once.
“No, you can’t come with me. Do you remember what happened the last time I took you somewhere?” Brianca asked.
“I didn’t mean to. Besides I said that I was sorry,” Mary Jo replied staring at the floor.
“Yeah well you really embarrassed me and I’m not about to take you with me so that you can do it again,” Brianca replied heading for the door.
Mary Jo turned and ran to her room tears rolling down her face. Brianca felt bad for making her sister cry but she still had no intention of taking her with her. I’d better hurry before mother makes me take her with me. She was almost through the front door when she heard her mother calling her.
“Brianca? Brianca, why is your sister crying and where are you going?” Julia called out.
“I don’t know. Carrie and her mom are here. Bye now, I can’t be late,” Brianca replied closing the door behind her.
“Brianca! Come back here and take your sister with you,” Julia said to no one for Brianca was halfway down the driveway now.
Brianca’s best friend, Carrie, hurried towards her and hugged her.
“Hey Bri. You look great. Come on before we’re late,” Carrie said returning to the minivan.
“Hi Mrs. Ruiz. Thanks for the ride,” Brianca said politely as she got into the minivan.
“Hi Brianca. You look marvelous. Are you girls ready for this?” Amanda Ruiz asked.
“Yes! Who’s got the spirit? We’ve got the spirit,” Brianca and Carrie cheered.
Amanda laughed and backed out of the driveway. She knew that the girls had been practicing all summer for this. She wondered why Julia wasn’t going to watch her daughter tryout. She never seemed to be around much. But what business is it of mine?
“Hey, how are things at home? Are they any better?” Carrie whispered.
Brianca looked up to see if Carrie’s mom was listening; she didn’t appear to be. She looked down at the pom poms in her lap.
“Things are pretty much the same. I got out of there before she made me take Mary Jo with us. You can’t believe the scene Mary Jo did right before you guys showed up,” Brianca whispered.
“Even after what happened last time? Are you for real?” Carrie whispered back.
“Yeah. My mother just doesn’t seem to get it nor does she care,” Brianca replied sighing.
“Anyway, can we talk about something else? I don’t want to be depressed before tryouts,” Brianca continued.
“You’re right. We need to put our game faces on and get in the zone,” Carrie said.
She picked up her pom poms and bopped Brianca softly on the head with it. Brianca smiled at her friend and bopped her back with her own pom poms. Pretty soon they were laughing and giggling in the backseat having a pom pom fight.
“Alright now girls, chill out back there. I am trying to drive up here or have you not noticed?” Amanda said laughingly pulling into the parking lot of Apopka High.
“Hurry up girls or you’ll be late. Don’t worry about me, I’ll catch up,” Amanda continued.
Brianca and Carrie hurried away from the van and towards the football field. They could see quite a few girls out on the field practicing already.
“Are you nervous Bri? I am,” Carrie said.
“Just a little. Wait, who am I kidding. I can’t do this in front of all these people,” Brianca replied.
“Yes, you can. We’re going to do it together remember,” Carrie replied.
Brianca smiled. They rubbed their pop poms together for good luck then walked onto the field with the others. Amanda walked over to the bleachers and sat down.
There certainly are a lot of people here. There must be about thirty girls trying out today. I hope that the girls do well.
She looked around the bleachers recognizing a few of the other parents there. She waved and smiled at a few before returning her attention to the girls’ tryouts.
“Can I have your attention please? Hello girls?” a tall slender cheerleader said.
The girls quickly stopped what they were doing and gathered around her so that they could hear her better.
“Thank you. My name is Missy Hamilton and I am the head cheerleader for the Tigers. I want to thank each and every one of you for coming to tryouts. While I wish that we could take all of you, there are but seven available spots on the squad. So I want to encourage each of you to do your best out there. If you mess up, please continue with the routine as though nothing happened and complete the routine. You will be paired off into groups of five. My squad and I will then show you the routine that you will be doing and you will be given thirty minutes to practice. At the end of the thirty minutes all groups will have a seat in the bleachers and watch as the first group performs. There will be no booing or poor sportsmanship of any kind. If there is, you will be immediately disqualified and not allowed to participate in tryouts. You will be asked to leave. Am I clear?” Missy stated. This is going to be rather easy. Most of these girls don’t have what it takes. Where are all the cheerleader type girls? Why aren’t they here at tryouts? Guess I’m stuck with this.
“Yes,” the large group of girls said in unison.
The girls all nodded nervously then sat down on the bleachers to watch the squad. Brianca and Carrie sat whispering quietly to each other.
Missy nodded, “alright Kelly go ahead and give the girls their group numbers.”
Kelly Smiley walked around handing out cards with numbers one through thirty on them. One group of cards was yellow, one green, one purple, one pink, one red and the last one was blue. Carrie and Brianca looked at each other. They had each been given a different colored card.
“The cards that you have been given are color coded. I want you to group by the color of your card. This will be your new group for the purpose of tryouts,” Missy said.
“Don’t worry, everything will be alright,” Carrie whispered to Brianca as she walked over to her tryout group.
Brianca was nervous.
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Wow. I'm blown away Brittany, really really moving. Thanks so much for sharing such a deep part of you :)
Pam wrote: "A Valley Experience excerpt....PROLOGUE
Life is incredible for me now. I have a wonderful family of my own now. A wonderful husband who adores me, an incredibly beautiful daughter (yes, I’m a li..."
Wow!! That was really beautiful!! I enjoyed that a lot. Thank you for sharing.
Here is something I wrote for a contest back in May. Twilight fans will (hopefully) enjoy it. Perhaps a few non Twilight fans too. LOL it is from Edwards POV.http://www.goodreads.com/story/show/2...
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PROLOGUE
Life is incredible for me now. I have a wonderful family of my own now. A wonderful husband who adores me, an incredibly beautiful daughter (yes, I’m a li..."
Thank you Pam!! At the beginning I thought it was nonfiction, it felt so real, well done!!!
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Wow, I'm so used to coming on here and discussing books, it threw me off to find all this awesome poetry on here. Something I like to do besides write novels, is writing poetry. So for once I'm going to share my poem here with the public (holly molly)Life Line
I felt the stones
As they broke my bones
The words erased with stains
As tears flowed in pain
A new rip scarred my soul
Monsterous compared to the other holes
So I cross my heart and I hope to die
My hurts no longer my life line
I embrace my new found fate
Accepting what now awaits
I see my new born light
Shimmering through the night
You take my hand
As you lead me through the land
Waiting for your revulsion
I shake with apprehension
So I cross my heart and I hope to die
My hurts no longer my life line
I embrace my new found fate
Accepting what now awaits
Taking me in your arms
You fill me with warmth
Your breath is hot on my neck
Wanting, I arche my back
I feel the love of your carress
Your touch a sweet finesse
So I cross my heart and I hope to die
My hurts no longer my life line
I embrace my new found fate
Accepting what now awaits
My hurts no longer my life line
Your love now my saving sigh
I hoped you guys like it! Info on my fantasy books and upcoming releases/giveaways can be found here: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/...
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Dvora wrote: "Ruby wrote: "Dvora wrote: "I just finished the first draft in my first novel! It is a paranormal romance. Here is just a snippet from the romance part. I hope you like it. :)The door to the ele..."
Writers is anyone who take the courage to put pen to paper and share their story :) So, thanks for sharing that. It's wicked awesome that you have a great support base.
Consider my interest officially peaked lol :)
Wow, I'm impressed that even with all the family responsibilities that you dedicated time to make this happen; super awesome.
Glad my comment was encouraging for you, Dvora. Wishing you luck and can't wait to read the rest :)
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http://www.wattpad.com/story/1281990-..."
So heartfelt Beatrice. Thank you, it moved me
Hi guys, i've seen everyone has a bit of writing here. The other day I was suffering of writers block and wrote this flash fiction. Let me know what you think.http://www.goodreads.com/story/show/3...
Dvora wrote: "I just finished the first draft in my first novel! It is a paranormal romance. Here is just a snippet from the romance part. I hope you like it. :)The door to the elevator opens. We both step in..."
ooohhh! Dvora, that looks good! Can't wait to read the whole thing!
Eva wrote: "Dvora wrote: "I just finished the first draft in my first novel! It is a paranormal romance. Here is just a snippet from the romance part. I hope you like it. :)The door to the elevator opens. ..."
Thank you Eva! That really is so nice of you to say. It means a lot to me when people say they like it. :)
I'm working really hard on It now. I am starting a writing class tomorrow. I'm so excited!
Dvora wrote: "Eva wrote: "Dvora wrote: "I just finished the first draft in my first novel! It is a paranormal romance. Here is just a snippet from the romance part. I hope you like it. :)The door to the elev..."
you know how to hook people, that's for sure. good luck on the writing class, let us know how it goes.
Hey David, thank you for liking my story.It's the first time I write in present tense and I'm still wary with it. Is there anything you think should improve?I've added some dots becuase the beginning is meant to be a letter, I have it in cursive writing but for some reason it doesn't show...
Really advancing in my story!!!! Over 25,000 words!!!!!!! Here's the link again! :)
http://www.goodreads.com/story/show/3...
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I think you did a wonderful job of filling your words with emotion, which is so important in writing. Keep up the good work!
Oh and I shared it with the whole 8th grade and I've been so amazed by their reactions, I mean they are my peers and my friends and I got an amazing reaction from them! I'm so happy!
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Here's a safe place for you to share snippets or links to your own writing with the group :) Please everyone be courteous of each other's hard work when you comment. From experience, writing is a lot of work and sharing that with other people can be really scary :) I can't wait to see what you all come up with!