Make fun of my old writing.

[Elliott]

Ah, that makes sense. *nods* Me either. xD

[Elliott]

*snorts* Right. I'm taking a lovely tiger named Reginald to banquet. Bahaha.

[Elliott]

I WILL BE! That makes me feel so much more awesome. :D

YES YUE IS ON MY TEAM.
I HAVE A FAN.
BOYS ARE LAME.
I'M AWESOME WITHOUT ONE.

[Elliott]

OH MY GOSH, I TOTALLY SHOULD. THAT'D BE AWESOME.

[Elliott]

I think I'm already pushing it with the conceited tiara... but maybe. Maybe.

[Mandy]

Lav could never be over the top. xD

[Elliott]

Mandy wrote: "Lav could never be over the top. xD"

Hehe, I love you. :3

[Isaac]

I was writing a parody of Twilight two years ago before I even read the books. I think this is actually pretty-well written for a sixth grader who hadn't read the series.

~Chapter 1~

Run, I thought to myself. Run as fast as you can. I streaked past the trees in the woods, never looking back. My side was cramping up, but I forced myself to keep running.

But I should've also paid attention to my feet; I tripped over a tree root and stumbled. I gasped for air. It's all over, I thought, letting the depressing thought slowly sink in.

A figure jumped over me. It was tall and lanky. It doubled back towards me. Its skin was pale and waxy, it's eyes a stunning red. "Eduardo," I whispered. "Don't hurt me."


"Well, you didn't listen. Now, don't make me eat your vagina."


I gazed out onto the horizon. It looked like it was nearing dawn.

"Eduardo," I whispered tenderly. "Why are you doing this?"

He stared fiercely at me. "Because you betrayed me!"

"And how?"

"Oh, you idiot, why did I ever trust you in the first place?"

He licked his lips. "I could torture you right on the spot. I could treat you like an animal. I could be quenched right now," he said through clinched teeth.

"But why?" I asked, trying to stall. "You-- you-- lo--"

"SHUT UP!" He shot his head up and looked afraid. I looked over to where he was looking. The sun was rising.

I looked back at him. He was glittering like those cheapy things girls get that, after touching it for a while, they look like they were a glitter fairy.

Eduardo looked at his hands in horror, turning them about. Then shouts were to be heard. He looked back at the trees. A mob was running towards him, shouting horrible things. I was satisfied until I saw him looking like he was made of dust. "NO!" I screamed. "LEAVE, NOW!"

"Well, duh, I could've figured that out," he responded sarcastically. He looked at me sadly, then said intensely, "This won't be the last you see of me."

And with a swish of his arm and an invisible cloak, a butterfly appeared and he left.

~Chapter 2~

"Now, explain to me why they turn into butterflies again?"

"How many times need I explain, Rachel? Ugh, bats were to noticeable with vampires, so they turn into butterflies instead. And it helps then too drink blood, since no one suspects butterflies."

"But why not mosquitoes?"

"Because they'd all be dead!"

"Don't we want that?"

I stopped and stared at Rachel. "You are so naive. They don't want to be dead." Nor do I, I secretly thought.

I hadn't completely gotten over Eduardo. I loved his white skin, his red eyes and brown-orange-ish hair. I loved the way he always pretended he had a cloak on when he transformed into a butterfly.

And I suspected the Eduardo still loved me. He always said he loved my long, strawberry blonde hair, my hazel eyes, and my figure.

"BELLE!" Rachel screamed. I snapped back into reality.

"Yes?"

"I have to go," Rachel answered with a roll of her eyes. "Goodbye." And with that, she closed the door to my room.

I sighed. I hope she hadn't suspected I was daydreaming about Eduardo. I shouldn't. But I was the only human who knew about his secret. He trusted me. I laid down on my bed and thought about it all. A long story to tell. Here is what happened back then.

~Chapter 3~

I had to move here. Forced from my home in the city, down here to this run-down country village. I hated it. It would never compare to my city. On my first day of school, Rachel was the only person who would talk to me. But she wasn't the best friend either, since she was such an air head.

Then I saw Eduardo. He seemed so mysterious, so quiet, so intelligent. I stared at him every lunch, but he never looked at me.

Then a dance came. Eduardo wasn't going with anyone. I asked and asked, but him and his siblings weren't going to any dances.

I thought that was strange. As school went on, I realized it was strange that I never heard him make any plans at night.

I started trying to learn everything about him. I finally found out his address and went to his house one night and stared through every single window. But no one was there. I repeated that every night, but no one was ever there.

Then, one night, I was on a ladder, staring into a bedroom window when I heard a voice yell, "WHAT THE HECK ARE YOU DOING?!"

I fell off the ladder, screaming on my way down. I was caught in someone's arms: Eduardo's arms. "What were you doing up there?" he said softly.

I didn't answer him because I saw that he had long fangs hanging down the side of his mouth, and red liquid flowing from them. He seemed paler and stronger than ever.

He must have noticed I saw them, since he quickly responded, "I'm doing a movie thing with my family. That's why I'm always gone at nights, since it takes place during the night."

I didn't really believe him, but I tried to convince myself there was no such things as vampires. Days trudged on, but I remained suspicious.

Then one night, I left towards the woods that were behind Eduardo's house. I shuffled in the backwoods, hoping I wasn't lost when I knew I was.

A bush moved. I stopped and stared at it. Just a squirrel or something, I told myself. I kept going forwards. A shadowy shape ran in front of my path and stopped dead. I froze on the spot. The shadow seemed to look at me, and then pounced.

"NNNOOO!!!" I screamed.

~Chapter 4~

"NO, JADEN, DON'T!" Eduardo shouted. He tackled Jaden. They wrestled on the ground a bit.

A girl walked out of the woods casually, and then looked on the ground with a shocked expression. "What the heck?"

Eduardo quickly stood up and prodded a motionless Jaden with his foot. "I guess I knocked him out cold,” he mumbled.

The girl looked at me, suddenly noticing I was here. She had short black hair, piercing blue eyes, and was awfully short for her age. I recognized her. She was Ashley, one of Eduardo's sisters.

"Eduardo, you do know someone's here?" she breathed.

"Yes, that's what this was all about," he responded, pointing to Jaden.

Ashley took a few steps toward me. Then, with a surprised look, muttered something in a foreign language to Eduardo.

Eduardo stopped and stared at me. "Yes, you are quite right," he said softly. He took a few strides toward me, so we were face-to-face.

"Did you see anything tonight?" he breathed with rage.

I stood frozen.

"I said, DID YOU SEE ANYTHING?" he belted out.

I quickly shook my head.

"Swear to me you'll never tell another soul about tonight or come back to find me."

I didn't move.

"I said, PROMISE!"

"I promise," I muttered weakly.

"Promise what?" he snapped.

"I promise I won't tell anyone about tonight or come back to find you."

"Good," he said softly. Then he picked Jaden back up by one arm, Ashley with the other, and they dragged him back through the trees.

Of course, I lied.

~Chapter 5~

The next week, I walked back into the woods and hid among the trees, eventually climbing and sitting on top of one.

I watched the ground for any signs of life. Sure enough, human shapes stalked through the untidy grass. I saw Eduardo, Ashley, Jaden, and I girl I finally identified as Rose hide. An innocent fox strutted through the clearing.

I gasped at the next thing I saw. All four of them had jumped on the poor creature, ripping it to shreds and drinking the blood on the ground.

I about fell out of the tree, but I stayed quiet and sat firm.

They continuously did this all night. Then they left, and I did to. Oh, how desperately I wanted to tell Rachel! But I decided not to, since they would probably think I was loony.

But I did go back and watch. Every Friday night, I watched the slaughter animals for food. One night, though, I sneezed because of darn allergies. The family below froze. They all split off into different directions. I held my breath, praying that no one would come up my tree.

Eduardo sulked around my area, and then froze at the base of my tree. He shook the tree trunk gently. I managed to keep hold. Then he shook it as hard as he could. I slipped and fell, not entirely registering what was happening.

I never felt the ground, though; but I did hear Eduardo grunt when my weight fell in his arms. He gave me a quick smile. "Hello, Belle. You are a moron, did you know that? Thanks for keeping your promise."

Then Eduardo gave a high, shrill sound; the other three shot back to wear we were. Eduardo gave an evil smirk. "I'm sure you know the family," he said casually, looking at them. Then he turned to me. "I thought someone has been watching us the past few weeks. You know, I could call the cops for stalking."

"I could call the cops for unlicensed hunting!" I spat. He stared at me.

"So, you saw?"

"If you mean you hunting, then yes."

He squinted his eyes at me. "So you know?"

"Know what?" I asked, confused.

"You don't." He looked a little bit more relieved. "Okay then." He turned back towards his siblings. "I guess you can leave." They left, looking a bit angry, like they had wasted their time.

Eduardo watched them leave, and then turned to me. "Belle," he muttered. "How could you do such a thing? I told you... you promised me...."

I looked at him sadly and guiltily. I put my hand on his shoulder. He stared at it and pushed it off. He then stood up and walked towards the direction his siblings went in, and then turned to me. "Do I need to remind you?" he asked.

"No," I told him. He left. And this time, I kept my word. No one knew. And I never came back to watch him again, even though I was dying to know his secret.

Until one night.

[Isaac]

~Chapter 6~

"C'mon, Rachel, we have to get your brother's kite--"

"Nah, we can wait until morning--"

"Trust me, the woods are safe."

"Probably not."

"Fine, I'll go in by myself."

I stomped off into the trees before Rachel could protest. I looked above me to see find the kite, but glanced in front of me once in a while to see if Eduardo would be there sometime. I knew he’d be mad, but I would be able to see him without school bustling about.

I finally found the kite, sort of disappointed Eduardo didn't show up. As I climbed the tree, I heard the noises down below. I quickly situated myself in a hiding place where I could see everything below.

There was Eduardo. He smelled the air. His eyes squinted, and the looked suspiciously towards me tree--

Then there was a rustle. Eduardo looked toward the bush, and then pounced. I gasped. He had long fangs, but this time, he didn't tear up the animal. He sucked out his blood!

"Oh, my gosh," I muttered. The animal lay limp. Eduardo stood back, and, looking satisfied, wiped his fangs on his sleeve. I leaned forward. He shot his head towards where I was. I tried to pull myself back, but it was too late-- I lost balance and fell.

I luckily didn't get hurt when I landed, other than a big bruise on my knee and a bump on my arm. Eduardo peered down at me. "Hello," I said nervously.

Eduardo flipped around and stormed off into the other direction, but stopped and turned back to me. "Strike two," he muttered.

"No, wait, you don't understand!" I exclaimed.

"Rachel's brother lost his kite up that tree, look--"

I pointed where the kite was. Eduardo walked towards it. I never noticed he was wearing skinny jeans. Man, they looked cute.

He transformed into a butterfly. He was purple with multi-colored dots. He somehow managed to bring down the kite.

"Thanks," I breathed as he gave it to me. I was shocked that he was a butterfly. So he wasn't a vampire. But, still....

He noticed the shocked look on my face. "Well, before the butterfly, what were you true thoughts about who I was?" Eduardo asked.

"A vampire," I answered. And a sexy beast, I thought.

"Well, Belle," he started. "You were right. I am a vampire."

~Chapter 7~

I backed away from him. "You're going to hurt me?" I asked softly.

"No," he responded, looking around. Then he looked at me. "Only if you don't make me."

We stood there in silence for a few moments. "Well, I'll go," I said. I started walking back, but I turned back towards him and waved. Then I started my journey back.

His thighs and calves were so sexy in those jeans. How buff were his abs? Oh, if he ever had a girlfriend, she was lucky.

I thought about Eduardo, all the way until Rachel jumped to get the kite. "How did you survive?" she squealed.

"I just... did," I answered. "I told you the woods were safe."

We made our journeys back to out houses. I entered my house, and then after saying hello to my parents and explaining where I was, I entered my room.

My room held so many memories from the past. It sat and thought about Eduardo. If only I had something from him. It would make this room complete.

I don't know why, but I've always sort of liked him as soon as I saw him. He may not like me, though. I sighed at that thought. I sure wish he did.

Then I drifted off into sleep. I dreamed I was a butterfly, and I got stuck in a tree. Eduardo jumped up and ripped me apart, but I turned into a human. Then he crawled on top of me and start kissing me passionately, fingering me and taking off my clothes.

But then my alarm rang for school. I sighed and woke up. I at least got to see Eduardo. The only problem, though, was that it wouldn't be the same as meeting in the woods.

As I walked to school, I thought of how hot Eduardo was when he was that butterfly... when he was in those skinny jeans.... Oh, how I wanted to see him again! Just stare at him through his bedroom window if he ever slept!

But he didn't come to school that day. Nor the next day. I was worried. And then one night, I heard something tapping on my window.

I got up and opened my window. There was a pretty purple butterfly with multi-colored dots. "Eduardo," I whispered.

He entered my room. "Finally!" he exclaimed. He stretched his arms, legs, and back. "I've been out there since ten!"

I stared at him. "I fell asleep at eleven. How did I not see you for an hour?"

"Oh, not ten p.m. Ten a.m."

"Why weren't you at school?"

"Because I was at a vampire gathering." He looked around my room, and then at me. "And I wanted to invite you to it."

I was flattered. "Sure," I answered.

"Okay, well, it takes place this whole week, and we go under shelter in the day and come out at night, so I guess I'll bring you... Friday night?"

"And Saturday morning," I said. "But what will my parents say?"

He asked where they were, and I showed him the direction to their room. He walked in and he made a weird hissing noise, then an agonizing wail.

"What was that?" I asked fearfully when he walked back into the room.

"They agreed to let you go. But they weren't harmed," he added quickly, looking at my face. He turned back towards the window.

"All right then," he said, looking back at me. "I'll pick you up later." And with that, he turned into a butterfly and flew out my window, into the starry night.

~Chapter 8~

I anticipated the event for the rest of the week. Eduardo was going to take me. I was so excited! On Friday night, I got dressed in more sophisticated casual clothes, put my hair up and waited.

Eduardo came at about eight, flying though my window. "Ready to go?" he asked.

"Yep," I answered. He led me down the stairs, and then pointed to the street. I gasped. He actually had a car there!

We got in, and he turned on the radio. "This is my favorite CD!" he exclaimed. "Dancing Queen" came on, then "Girls Just Wanna' Have Fun". Then "YMCA", "Over the Rainbow", "I Love Rock and Roll", "You Spin Me Round (Like A Record)"--

"Uh, Eduardo?" I asked uneasily. "What CD is this?"

"Oh, a wonderful CD! The top 50 rainbow tunes!" he answered happily.

"Oh, great," I said dully. He sang as we drove, and eventually I did too.

After a while, Eduardo casually looked out the window, and jumped. "Oh, crap," he muttered.

"What?" I asked.

"I passed the gathering... Jaden is going to kill me...."

"And why is he?"

"We're playing partner tag."

I stared awkwardly at Eduardo. "Partner tag?"

"I'll explain it later," Eduardo said impatiently. He flipped the car around and sped off in the other direction.

After a few more minutes, we finally made it to our destination. We were at the edge of some woods; it was vast and dark, and the sun was almost gone.

"We're going in there?" I asked Eduardo weakly.

"If you stalk me while I'm hunting, you can stand these woods," he responded. He did have a point.

He got out of the car, and then opened my door and helped me out. He lead me down a path in the woods. "Oh, my gosh," I breathed when we came to the end.

Vampires. Everywhere. They all had black cloaks with their hoods lifted up. Eduardo lifted his hood up too on a cloak I never noticed.

"Come," he muttered, and I followed him through the clearing, and then back towards some trees. "Stay here," he told me.

He joined the rest of the vampires. Some of them seemed to be glowering at him, while others warm. After a few minutes, the leader of that gathering announced, "Let the partner tag begin!"

Eduardo ran over to me. "Stay still and don't leave," he instructed. "We don't want any vampires mistaken you as something else." Then he left to go join Jaden.

I sighed and sat down after all the vampires had disappeared from sight. This was going to be a long night. I heard rustling all around the trees, shouts and screams. It was lucky that this area was so desert; they surely would've alarmed people.

Then I saw something move. I snapped my head towards it, hoping to see some action. But all I saw was two gleaming amber eyes. I sat frozen with fear. There was a growl. Then a wolf jumped out! I got up and ran for my life, looking back occasionally to see if I was still being followed even though my brain never really comprehended what I saw when I looked back.

One moment, though, while I was looking back, a ran into someone. I snapped my head in their direction. I looked up and saw the meanest vampire evah. He had black emo-ish hair and emerald green eyes. He was tall and muscular. He squinted his eyes at me. I chuckled nervously. Oh crap, oh crap, oh crap, I thought.

He bent down and picked me up with the back of my shirt and looked at me in the eyes. He grunted, then checked around him like if he was making sure he was alone. Then he released his uber sharp claws hidden where no one could see them, and swung them towards me--

I landed on the ground, and saw Eduardo tackling the other vampire to the ground. I watched in shock as Eduardo told the other vampire off in that foreign language that Ashley had spoken to him so many weeks ago.

Eduardo finally looked at me after the other vampire sulked back through the trees. "What the heck, Eduardo?" Jaden gasped, coming through the trees. "You just left me there, and then I started freaking out 'cause you were gone--"

Jaden stopped and stared at me. Eduardo had not looked at Jaden the whole time he was here. "That was Skylar," Eduardo mumbled. "Don't mess with him. No one has a good feeling about him."

Jaden seemed to blow that whole moment off. "You could've friggin' told me you left--"

"Shut up, will you, Jaden?" Eduardo snapped. He turned back to me. "I told you not to leave. Why don't you not listen? Do you need you're ears cleaned out, you little brat?"

"No, I saw a wolf--"

"Wolf?" Eduardo didn't seem angry anymore. He turned to Jaden. "But I thought this forest had no inhabitants--"

Jaden looked apprehensive. "I'll go warn everyone," he said, and then he disappeared through the trees.

"Come with me," Eduardo told me. Then he yanked me up by my arm, and dragged me through the trees.

All I remember is that it was supposed to end with Eduardo and whatever I renamed Jacob running away with each other and Belle gave away his secret because she was mad.

And I think Eduardo died.

The end.

[Brigid ✩, No tears in the writer, no tears in the reader.]

Hahaha. I like the idea of vampires turning into butterflies.

[Shreya=Drastically Random. Find the emoticon.]

YAAAAY TWILIGHT BUTTERFLIES =)

Okay...so...I keep a journal. I have two notebooks filled up already, and I was looking at them.
*headdesk*
Friday, March 20, 2009. 5th grade.
My dad hid my webkinz basset hound Cocoa behind him when I hid him for the game! (ME TODAY: I was playing some random kidnapping game with my sister. I still play them now. Hehe.) It's not nice and not fair! He never ever ever does that to my sister, just because she's YOUNGER! Not that I want him to. He didn't even say sorry! Well, he wasn't very good at keeping the secret. When I was looking for Cocoa he had this weird smile on his face. Talk about giving it away!

*facepalm* Who CARES if my dad hides the dog? I'll get it back! ARRR YOU CRAZY TEN-YEAR OLD CHILD.

[Elliott]

Heh, my old journal is full of me ranting about how much I hate my dad. I was an angry child.

[Darby]

This is from when I was in fourth grade, three years ago.

Emily Ann Marie Kool and her twin sister, Elizabeth Rose Kool and their parents were on a camping trip and they were playing with their pets. Emily Ann with her dog Brownie and Elizabeth with her dig Sunny. Brownie is a chocolate lab and Sunny is a very yellow golden retriever puppy. Emily Ann and Elizabeth look a lot alike. They each had pierced ears and they both liked light pink, which they wore often. And here's where ate story begins. *lightning flashes*


Different paragraph from same story.

Emily Ann and Elizabeth were having great fun but they did not notice kidnappers hiding behind a tree. Rick and Joe were the dumbest kidnappers ever(they were kindergarten dropouts) "Big J ready for operation EAMK and ERK" asked Rick.

"Ready Rated R." replied Big J.

[Shreya=Drastically Random. Find the emoticon.]

WOAH...a lot more exciting than my stories =P Did they end up getting kidnapped?

[[deleted user]]

Awww, I was going to post The Snowy Chicken (dont ask, I was in 3rd grade) but I CAN'T FIND IT! :( Man, that story was terrible. I'll tell you the plot though. So, basically, there is a chicken that swam to the North Pole from Canada, and all these French chickens invade, and the snowy chicken keeps being stupid and stuff. I don't remember the rest.

[Colby]

CLAIRE THAT SOUNDS AMAZING.

[Manfred]

The intro for my story, wrote it a long time ago but I'm still working on this novel :3

He was an odd fellow, Jakob Berg, but I loved him with all my heart. Before now I thought it was just mere coincidence that brought us, two people from separate parts of the Earth, together. But now as I've grown older and arguably wiser, I know it was meant to be. In the game of Fate we were just two pieces that fit together like cheese and crackers. At certain points in your life everything just seems to go your way, does it not? Well, if you have not experienced that, I can tell you that I am a living testimony of these fickle twists of Fate.

Come to think of it, I cannot make up my mind upon whether it was the faulty engine in my boat, the dreadful storm or Fate that brought me to the island deep in the recesses of the Atlantic ocean where Jakob resided. I have my suspicions that the three were working together to achieve a common goal. A conspiracy for the better, if you will. God what a schizophreniac the vast ocean is. Sometimes she wants nothing but to kill you, but when you least expect it she might just bring you salvation.
I haven't spoken of the time I shared with Jakob to anyone. I suppose my reason is because I was afraid people would not take me seriously, that they would defile whatever memories I shared with him with their foul societal definitions of happiness carved in stone. People these days do not appreciate the simple joys of life, and to be honest I am glad I am allowed to leave this earthly prison soon. Whenever I think about where our society is going today, I feel like I could just vomit my entrails up. The people of this world went and got themselves too damn reliant on our infernal machineries and factories and god knows what. That's what I think.
However, enough about that.
In my last years of life before the Leukemia consumes me, I have decided to keep a memoir -or a biography if you will- of my life, written in retrospect; which I hope I can pass on to my grandchildren if they would turn out to be the slightest bit interested.

Whoever reads this, I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I did living it. I sure am slightly nervous about writing all of this down, but what the hell, right?
Come join me, dear reader. Let us delve into the story of me, Jakob Berg and the island of Berensay.

Make fun of my old writing! xD

[Manfred]

Hannah wrote: "First paragraph to the first story I ever wrote outside of school quite a few years ago:

"I felt a chill and quickly pulled on my winter coat. As I stepped outside I saw an unusual site. I saw a p..."

It's not bad at all, I really like it! Your description really brings it to life.

[Isaac]

Colby wrote: "CLAIRE THAT SOUNDS AMAZING."

[Manfred]

~Yue~ [Starless Nights Will Cover Day] wrote: "Manfred wrote: "The intro for my story, wrote it a long time ago but I'm still working on this novel :3

He was an odd fellow, Jakob Berg, but I loved him with all my heart. Before now I thought it..."

That's actually really good!:D

Why thank you! :D

[Kaitlyn *I Will Never Let Go*]

Oh dear, it's all coming back to me now. I wrote something really dumb in fifth grade. It was about...wait for it...Peter Pan. Yes, childish and stupid, I know. (However, the book by Barrie and the Universal movie version are still pretty awesome. Even though I'm like ten years over the target audience age.)The punctuation is all funky and I was trying so very hard to copy J.M. Barrie's writing style. I failed. Maybe I can find a section that isn't too embarassing to post...

[Elliott]

PETER PAN IS NOT CHILDISH.

[tesni]

Lav [pourquoi tu gâches ta vie] wrote: "PETER PAN IS NOT CHILDISH."

...the whole point of Peter Pan is that he's childish, Lav darling.

[Elliott]

Let me rephrase that:
LIKING PETER PAN AND WRITING ABOUT HIM IS NOT CHILDISH. ;)

[Elliott]

Holden wrote: "I think Peter Pan is a great book for teens/adults! I would almost say teens/adults get more out of it than kids do. There's a nostalgia aspect added to it, a longing for childhood, and the trage..."

Have I ever mentioned how awesome you are?

[Elliott]

Okay. xD
HOLDEN, YOU ARE AWESOME.
(*shoots*)

[Mandy]

Holden wrote: "I think Peter Pan is a great book for teens/adults! I would almost say teens/adults get more out of it than kids do. There's a nostalgia aspect added to it, a longing for childhood, and the trage..."

I knew you were my friend for a reason.

[Brigid ✩, No tears in the writer, no tears in the reader.]

LOL YOU GUYS. I recently stumbled upon this story that I'd almost forgot existed ... I believe I wrote it when I was 11-12 or so. It's called The Dragon Worshippers and uh ... it's like, about this world where some people worship dragons. And there's this girl who hates dragons because they killed her parents. And then she's living with her aunt and uncle, but her aunt is a psycho ... And just. Man, this is so bad. Just. Look at it:


I walked across the room and sat down in the empty armchair across from my aunt. Our eyes met, and locked. It was I few seconds before I looked away, shuddering.

There was a brief, strange silence. “Auntie,” I said eventually, “Tell me about dragons.”

“Dragons?”

The way she said the word sounded like she was shocked, but when my eyes wandered in her direction, I found her looking down at her knitting, chuckling.

An image of my aunt cackling, with bloody fangs, a long black robe and a crow on her shoulder, flashed through my mind, but I pushed it away.

“Dragons…” she repeated slowly. “Well, they are horrible creatures, I can tell you that. They hunt anything and everything; they live in huge, dark caves.

“There is a rumor that if you wander into a dragon’s cave, you will suddenly begin walking against your own will…you will wander in this way until you see two yellow eyes peering at you…and then…”

I gulped.

“It’s fangs will suddenly pierce you and you will DIE!” my aunt shrieked, and then laughed hysterically.

I leaped up from the armchair and ran out of the living room.

[Brigid ✩, No tears in the writer, no tears in the reader.]

Meh heh. It gets even worse.... O_o


“Kita!” I suddenly heard a voice calling me.

Hastily, I wiped the tears from my face, trying to look as cheerful as possible, but as Elir came toward me she looked panicked, and my smile disappeared.

She reached me, and fell to her knees, panting. I knelt beside her. “What’s wrong?” I asked, worried.

“Kita—you have to—come quick…” she panted. She paused, took a deep breath and tried to continue. “The mansion—the mansion is…” Her voice trailed away, and she tried to catch her breath again.

“What is it?” I shouted, “What happened? What happened to the mansion?”

“The mansion is on fire!” she shouted back.

Shock filled me, twisting my insides into knots. Panicking, I got up and ran toward the hill.

Smoke began to fill my nostrils. I looked up, and I saw a tower of black smoke rising to the sky, which was tinted with flaming red. The sound of shouting and crackling filled my ears.

“No. Please,” I whispered. Not another one of my homes. The mansion couldn’t burn down, too.

And what of my aunt and uncle? I didn’t really care for them, but they were the ones who gave me a home, afterall. Were they safe?

I ran as fast as I could, until I saw the mansion.

The roof was completely in flames. The huge house looked sad and strange. Like it knew that it was dying.

I pushed through the crowds of murmuring people, looking for someone…looking for help.

Suddenly, a man stopped me.

“Are you the girl who lives here?” he grunted. I nodded. “You’re aunt is over there,” he said, pointing.

I turned around. There she was, standing with her eyes flashing, looking up at the bright flames.

I ran to her, feeling a strange relief.

“Hey there, Kita,” She muttered. She almost sounded like she was unhappy to see me alive.

“Where’s Uncle?” I asked.

Her eyes darkened and her face turned grim. She pointed up to the flaming roof.

“He was in the attic,” she said absently. “They tried to save him…but it was too late.”

It may sound strange, but I felt bad for her. And I felt sort of sad, too. I hadn’t really minded my uncle that much, I guess. And now he’s gone, The thought felt hollow and strange.


...I just love what a bitch she is. XD

[Isaac]

Sad thing is,

it's still better than my writing. *headdesk*

[Brigid ✩, No tears in the writer, no tears in the reader.]

Emily [FANGIRL POWERS ACTIVATE] wrote: "Sad thing is,

it's still better than my writing. *headdesk*"

Oh, shaddap. It most certainly is not. x_x

[Brigid ✩, No tears in the writer, no tears in the reader.]

Holden wrote: "Brigid, trust me, as someone who reads 11 year olds writing monthly, you were a very good writer for your age. xD

(But I love the tendency in younger kids to kill off characters in a single sente..."

lol! Well, thanks. I mean, I agree ... for my age, it wasn't bad. But looking at it now, it's rather cringe-worthy. Hahaha.

Yeah, exactly ... haha. Even worse, the uncle didn't even make a single concrete appearance in the story before he randomly died. Like, the protagonist would have interactions with the aunt, and then she would mention the uncle but never actually talk to him ... so it was pretty much like he never existed at all. :P

[Elliott]

Brigid *Flying Kick-a-pow!* wrote: "Meh heh. It gets even worse.... O_o


“Kita!” I suddenly heard a voice calling me.

Hastily, I wiped the tears from my face, trying to look as cheerful as possible, but as Elir came toward me sh..."

BAHAHA. "I hadn't really minded my uncle that much, I guess." XD

[Brigid ✩, No tears in the writer, no tears in the reader.]

Lav [pourquoi tu gâches ta vie] wrote: "BAHAHA. "I hadn't really minded my uncle that much, I guess." XD "

Gahahaha yes, that's my favorite part. That and, "And what of my aunt and uncle? I didn’t really care for them, but they were the ones who gave me a home, afterall. Were they safe?" It's just like ... wow. XD

[Brigid ✩, No tears in the writer, no tears in the reader.]

Holden wrote: "Brigid *Flying Kick-a-pow!* wrote: "Holden wrote: "Brigid, trust me, as someone who reads 11 year olds writing monthly, you were a very good writer for your age. xD

(But I love the tendency in yo..."

Hahaha. I used to just always kill off the parents. Always. :P

[Isaac]

Holden wrote: "Brigid, trust me, as someone who reads 11 year olds writing monthly, you were a very good writer for your age. xD

(But I love the tendency in younger kids to kill off characters in a single sente..."

Bwa ha ha, you know how terrified I was when I killed off my first character? I was like, "HOLY CRAP, MY MOM IS GOING TO READ THIS AND I'LL DIE."

The same thing applies to kissing scenes and sex scenes.

Now I'm just like, "Screw this. I'll write what I want to."

[Isaac]

Rebekka (ἈΝΆΓΚΗ) wrote: "My mother found one of my very early dabblings into "let's-write-some-crack-slash-fanfiction-for-teh-lulz". Needless to say, she quite enjoyed it.

I wish I could find it. I remember trying to su..."

Ha ha, I would be murdered if that happened to me.

[Isaac]

Holden wrote: "Tonight is the premier of my play One of Those Flying Dreams, so this will be the first time my parents have really heard/read a "serious" piece of mine. And the first time they will have heard/re..."

Good luck!

[tesni]

Holden wrote: "Tonight is the premier of my play One of Those Flying Dreams, so this will be the first time my parents have really heard/read a "serious" piece of mine. And the first time they will have heard/re..."

Break a leg! I hope it goes well.

[Isaac]

Rebekka (ἈΝΆΓΚΗ) wrote: "Emily [FANGIRL POWERS ACTIVATE] wrote: "Rebekka (ἈΝΆΓΚΗ) wrote: "My mother found one of my very early dabblings into "let's-write-some-crack-slash-fanfiction-for-teh-lulz". Needless to say, she qu..."

Ha ha. XD

[Brigid ✩, No tears in the writer, no tears in the reader.]

Emily [FANGIRL POWERS ACTIVATE] wrote: "Bwa ha ha, you know how terrified I was when I killed off my first character? I was like, "HOLY CRAP, MY MOM IS GOING TO READ THIS AND I'LL DIE."

The same thing applies to kissing scenes and sex scenes.

Now I'm just like, "Screw this. I'll write what I want to."

Hahahaha. I was never really scared about what my parents would think of me killing off characters ... But I know what you mean about kissing/sex scenes. It's just like ... oh goodness. If my parents ever read this, I would die. Kissing scenes always take me the longest to write because I have to like, force them out one word at a time. It's just so f***ing awkward. XD

[Elliott]

(Oh goodness. *rolls eyes at self* This is the first kissing scene I ever wrote. I wrote this in... 7th grade, I think.)


“What do you think?” Josh said quietly.

“It’s cool,” I stammered. “I- I like this movie.”

He leaned closer to me and put grabbed a piece of my hair. I stopped breathing when his fingertips touched my lips. “Can I kiss you?” he said suddenly.

With all my heart and body I wanted to kiss him, but my mind wouldn’t let me say yes. I shook my head numbly, but he looked deep in my eyes, and when I was fully hypnotized he touched his lips to mine. It didn’t feel like anything I’d ever experienced before. I only knew that his lips were soft, it made my face tingle, and I liked it. When he pulled away I wanted him to do it again, and again. I wanted him to touch my face, and I wanted to feel his hair.

I stared at him, still lost in the moment he kissed me. “More?” he said, and I nodded slowly. So we did it again, longer, and this time I tasted the chocolate on his lips. I let myself give in and run my fingers through his hair when he traced circles on my back.

We let go and Josh smiled at me. “You look different then when we came in. You look like a girl who’s been kissed,” he said.

“That’s because I am,” I laughed. I touched my hand gently to my lips and pressed it to his cheek.

I turned my attention back to the movie, but my body was coursing with electricity. Josh had kissed me, twice. I felt breathless and hot; my heart was beating fast. Josh took my hand and hot shivers ran up my arm.

When the movie was over I raced Josh out of the movie theater, twirling and spinning. I was giddy with first-kiss-love, and not even the thought of Abby would bring me down.

[Brigid ✩, No tears in the writer, no tears in the reader.]

Lav [pourquoi tu gâches ta vie] wrote: "(Oh goodness. *rolls eyes at self* This is the first kissing scene I ever wrote. I wrote this in... 7th grade, I think.)


“What do you think?” Josh said quietly.

“It’s cool,” I stammered. “I- I..."

Mmmm, chocolate. ... Hahaha. Well yeah, it was corny but I think it wasn't too bad. :D

I didn't write my first kissing scene until I was 15 and uh, it was in my story Soul Stealer (which at the time I thought was, like, the best thing since sliced bread). It's not the most awful thing ever, just rather melodramatic ... and kind of Stephenie Meyer-ish. XD I've probably posted it elsewhere in this group before, but HERE IT IS:



Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God.

Those are the only words going through my head, over and over again. I feel myself go tense, every part of me going frozen, even my mind.

I can’t do anything. I don’t dare to move, or to think.

I know I should have seen this coming. I should have known. I shouldn’t have been so clueless, so ignorant. I should have realized... Well, maybe I did. But I wouldn’t have admitted that it was true, because I was afraid of it.

Maybe it doesn’t matter anymore, I think. Maybe this couldn’t have been avoided anyway. Maybe everything has just been leading up to this moment, here and now:

The undead girl, the Soul Stealer, and the human boy, the Soul Saver...

... who are supposed to be enemies, who were meant to destroy each other...

... kissing.

I know how utterly wrong it is.

And yet, nothing has ever felt so completely right.

At first, I only sit there, stiff with shock. But then, the confusion and surprise begin to ease away, and I feel myself relaxing. I feel David’s lips brush against mine--gently, questioningly, as if he fears that I’ll push him away.

But I do no such thing. In fact, I find that I’m actually kissing him back. It’s like something inside me instinctively knows what my feelings are, and I don’t even think twice about what I’m doing.

I begin to lean forward a little more, willingly defying fate. I reach up to put my hands on David’s shoulders, pulling him closer, with a determination like I’ve never felt before. I do nothing to stop this: this desire that is suddenly deepening between us.

I know that this should end. Right away, right now.

But I don’t want it to. Not yet. Possibly not ever.

It’s funny how a sensation so simple--nothing more than a kiss--is enough to make me forget what I am, and what consequences there could be for doing this.

It seems like forever that we sit here, completely still, our mouths pressed together--somewhat awkwardly, really--although it probably lasts less than a minute. But finally, we break apart with a gasp, staring at each other in surprise.

Neither of us can think of what to say. It feels like there’s nothing that can be said. All we can do is keep staring into each other’s eyes, searching for answers that can never be found.

I try to form a sentence in my mind, to put my feelings into words. But all I can manage to say at last, quietly, is, “David...” Then, strangely, his face blurs in front of me, and I feel two tears simultaneously spill from my eyes.

I’m crying.

Oh, no. This is so unlike me. I’m not that girl who gets all weepy and pathetic just because some boy kisses her. Am I?

No. That’s not it.

Because David isn’t just some boy. He’s not just anybody. He’s not like any other human being, and not just because he’s a Soul Saver. He’s different because he did what no other human has ever done or could ever do: he struggled to see past all my powers, past the fact that I’m a Soul Stealer. He sees that there’s a person inside me, other than the inhuman being who has been forced to steal souls. I mean, it was still hard for him, but the difference is that he actually tried, and he succeeded. Now, I suddenly realize that I have feelings for him that I’ve never felt for anyone before. It’s all so new and dangerous and exhilarating... and at the same time, horrible, because I know that this moment has changed everything around completely, and we’ve both put ourselves in danger.

All of that is completely overwhelming, which is probably why I’m crying now. But, still: I haven’t cried since I was a human. As a matter of fact, I haven’t cried since the day of my death. All the emotion, the fear, the frustration, the confusion, the anxiety, the sadness... everything that I’ve felt since that day and was forced to keep inside is now finally released, streaming from my eyes.

[Elliott]

Awh, it's cute. It is really melodramatic, but I actually liked it a lot. The first few paragraphs and the way you set up the scene was unique.

The last paragraph, though. Baha. "...streaming from my eyes."

[Brigid ✩, No tears in the writer, no tears in the reader.]

Hahaha yeah... it's like, "MY FEELINGS ARE JUST STREAMING OUT MY EYEEEES."

[Elliott]

I love that play and that scene. It's definitely not bad writing.

[Isaac]

I don't even know where my first kissing scene went. I wrote it for school, and I had to read it out loud to my 5TH GRADE class, and it was really awkward.

[Elliott]

OH THAT IS AWKWARD. Why'd you have to read it out loud?

[Shreya=Drastically Random. Find the emoticon.]

OH GOSH. Reading to fifth-graders is not very good...I had to read my story to them once and it was 36 pages long. My teacher made me read the whole thing. One kid fell asleep.
And I still turn away when people kiss...how am I supposed to write a scene? :P

[Brigid ✩, No tears in the writer, no tears in the reader.]

Emily [FANGIRL POWERS ACTIVATE] wrote: "I don't even know where my first kissing scene went. I wrote it for school, and I had to read it out loud to my 5TH GRADE class, and it was really awkward."

Oh man ... I'd probably jump out a window.