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This was really bad. Understatement.
I didn’t feel like I had made any more progress, here. In fact, it felt like everything was getting worse, and I was only panicking more.
Then I realized that Evin was trying to say something, although only a few words were audible. “… think … might … still in there …”
“What?”
“The bullet,” she murmured.
My head reeled. I hoped she wasn’t saying what I thought she was saying. “It’s still in your shoulder?”
“I – I don’t know,” she whispered. Her eyes were glazing over. “I think … it might be.”
Oh, God.
Evin shifted, reaching her right hand for the pocket of her jeans. She pulled out a switchblade, flicked it open, holding it towards me. Stupefied, I stared at the blade, clutched between her shaking, bloodied fingers.
“Max,” she gasped. Her breathing was shallow, rasping, and her eyes were shining with fear. “Max, you have to get it out.”

lol. that was so random :D heehee...i think i'll go write a story about hippos. "there was once a big fat hippo named Mr. Hip. Mr. Hip was very fat and ate all day. One day, he accidentally ate a shoe. And died. THE END" yaaaayyy!! I wrote a story about hippos!! XD lol

This was really bad. Understatement.
I didn’t feel like I had made any more progress, here. In fact, it felt like everything was getting worse, and I was only p..."
that part was SO intense and amazing and thrilling and GAAHH!!! :D

That's when I saw it.
The first thing that stood out to me about it was the color. It was a pleasing mix of burgundy and amber, with the shades swirling around in a paintbrush pattern. The colors almost looked like the roof of a pool, shimmering softly on the body of the guitar.
I noticed at once that it wasn't the same type of guitar as all the ones around it. It wasn't like the ones with huge, hollow insides and gaping round holes in the center - the acoustics. But it wasn't like the others either, with their smooth, skinny metal bodies and splatters of buttons - the electrics. It was a mix of both. There were many gold buttons and metal pieces all over the place, like the electric guitars had, and the body was very skinny and made of metal. There was no round hole in the center, but there were two thin, curly lines that opened up slightly on the sides.
Half of the strings were metal, and half of them were nylon. They were lying across the middle off the guitar, and reached up over the neck and onto the arm that stretched out from the side. The arm was brown, and the square at the end of it had six gold knobs, three on each side, that were round and flat and looked like they were supposed to be turned.
As I stared at the guitar, I fell in love with it at once.

lol. that was so random :D heehee...i think i'll go write a story about hippos. "there was once a big fat hip..."
holy crap sella that is the most amazing thing i have ever read!!! lolll

That's when I saw it.
The first thing that stood out to me about it was the color. It was a pleasing mix of burgundy and amber, with the shades swirling..."
ahhhh!! ^_^ <3 sella i'm luvin that story so far!! it's sooo good! you're writing more, right?!

This was really bad. Understatement.
I didn’t feel like I had made any more progress, here. In fact, it felt like everything was getting wors..."
thankiesss!! :D

“I don’t even know how much of it is real. What if everything I feel is just …” I didn’t know how to finish. And even if I had known, I wouldn’t have been able to, because I noticed that Evin’s hand had slid towards mine, and suddenly our fingers were intertwined. I felt like my veins were crackling with sparks.
“You don’t think this is real?” Evin tried to keep her voice level, but I heard a hint of uncertainty in the question.
I didn’t know. I hoped it was real. I knew, right then, that I did care. I couldn’t help it, and it was too late to turn back. But I knew how wrong it was, that it was only going to lead to disaster.
Emotions and choices clashed inside me. I should let go of her hand, I told myself. But I couldn’t do it.
“I …” It was only after I had started that I realized I didn’t know what to say.
“You saved my life, Max,” Evin said. “I’m here, and I’m alive, because of you. And that’s real enough for me.”

holy crap sella that is the most amazing thing i have ever read!!! lolll"
I know right??? I'm so proud!!! Thank you, thank you. :D lol XD

heehee thanks. :D of course im writing more! XD

“I don’t even know how much of it is real. What if everything I feel is just …” I didn’t know how to finish. And even if I had known, I wouldn’t have been abl..."
awww :D

heehee thanks. :D of course im writing more! XD"
YAYERZZZ!!! ^_^

“I don’t even know how much of it is real. What if everything I feel is just …” I didn’t know how to finish. And even if I had known, I wou..."
haha i knowww .... AWWWWW!!! <3

"Land! I see land ahead!" Michael shouted out. One of the people in the crew took over as Michael rushed back to the kitchen.
Michael knew that the head cook hated when he was late. Nothing really happened, but Michael was learning to be one of the best in the kitchen.
As he was rushing to the kitchen, he passed by the girl he had passed when he left the captain's office. She was trying to talk to him, but seemed to have trouble talking.
Her face was white, and she was gripping her wrist as though she was in pain.

Heat. Heat is everywhere. The whole world is red, pressing down on me. I can feel the burning in my veins, in my very essence, the fire smothering me in red. Heat, hatred. Red Behind my eyelids, even though they’re open. We aren’t safe, and I’m ready to explode. I need to. Now. Right now. But I’ve got to hold on, wait for the signal. I could kill us all; ruin it if I let go now. Control, control. Just like I was taught. Control. Control the fire, control yourself. Bottle it up, wait. Wait. Save your firepower, remember? Come on, Cassie. Just like practice. No. It wasn’t practice, not any more. This was the real thing, and I needed to remember that. No lapses in concentration. Be a flame, a fire. Smolder for now, and then explode. Wait. Wait. Control.

I only took about two seconds to stare at him, wondering who in the world he thought he was. Then, collecting my thoughts again, I snarled at him, “Get out of my –”
But before I could finish, the words died in my throat. I had raised a hand – to hit him, presumably – but, in a flash, he had reached up to grab my wrist, stopping me. I blinked, taken aback. How had he moved so fast? I tried to dismiss my surprise, since I had a lot more to worry about, right then.
Only, before I could think, he smirked, tightening his grip on my wrist. Then – in such a swift and effortless movement that I didn’t see it coming – he gave it a hard twist. There was an explosion of pain, and I was pretty sure I heard some bones snapping. Black spots danced across my vision, and I couldn’t hold back a gasp of shock. Behind me, Evin screamed.
I struggled to think through the surprise and agony, but this guy moved with such lightning speed that I didn’t even have time. He was already turning me around, slamming me against the wall, twisting my arm harder. It was almost impossible to hold back a cry of pain.
I clenched my jaw, feeling a sudden fury at myself. What was I doing? I had to fight back!
Just as I was thinking it, he let go of me. I almost fell, and had to support myself against the wall. Then, gathering my wits again, I whirled around to face him, my vision swimming with rage and fear. I tried to ignore the agony that was shooting up and down my entire right arm, and tensed to fight.
But, once again, he was too fast. Before I even knew what was happening, his hand was locked around my throat, closing off my windpipe. Panic burst in my chest, making my heart pound hard. My uninjured hand fumbled, clutching at his arm and trying to tear it away, but his grip was like stone.
Something clicked in my mind: This guy was terrifyingly fast, and inhumanly strong. Faster and stronger than I was. I couldn’t fight him off. And that could only mean one thing.

My breath caught in my throat as I heard quiet footsteps tread over the wooden floors towards me. I clenched my fists, and then forced myself to turn around. My eyes tightened a bit; Mark hadn’t changed.
His golden hair hung in a messy clump over his eyes and a small braid hung in front of his ear with a black bead attached to it. When the wind blew his hair out of his face, it revealed two shining cerulean eyes. They would have been dazzling, except they were laced with malice. He had a lanky physique, and a scar stretched from underneath his right eyes to the center of his left cheek, cutting across the bridge of his nose. I had never figured out where he had gotten it. He smiled, distorting the scar on his face so that it almost looked more grotesque then before.
“Hello, Milo,” he said in a voice that chilled me to the bone.
I cleared my throat quietly, taking a few steps back. “Why are you here so early?” I asked my voice shaky.
“I just wanted to get a head start on my ritual,” he murmured, traversing forward faster than I was walking back. I was too frightened to answer and cursed quietly as my foot hit the wall. Mark smirked slightly, then in a movement faster than light, had me pinned against the wall by my neck. My head hit the wall violently and I winced.
I hated feeling pain.
I heard the snap of a switchblade being opened and my eyes widened. His smile widened a bit more and I saw the glint of metal in his hand.
“You’re not scared, are you?” Mark taunted his voice like the cutting edge of his blade.
His s’ came out like hisses and his eyes had a glazed look to them that made him appear like a maniac.
I swallowed the lump in my throat. “N-no,” I stuttered, my fingers clawing at the wall behind me. I had learned long ago not to struggle; it just resulted in more pain in addition to one about to occur.
“Of course not. You know how sour the blood is when intertwined with fear,” he hissed quietly, bringing the edge of the switchblade to my neck. I bit my lip, wincing as the metal dug into my skin.


“I can’t even tell you how scared I was,” she said softly, “when Alicia came to find me, last night, telling me that you were back but there was something wrong with you. And I … I just remember panicking all the way here, just praying that you were okay.
“Then when I saw you …” Her eyes dimmed. “Nothing had scared me that bad since … you know. And, right then, I was just so afraid that I would lose you like I had lost him.”
A determination crept into her gaze again. “But I’m never going to let that happen. What happened last night only convinced me that you mean more to me than I even realized. And I mean you, not him.”
Her hand left mine, and reached up to rest against the side of my face, surprising me. “I need you, Max,” she said, and – with a jolt – I knew she meant it. “And you are never going to leave me,” she added, leaning in closer to me. “Got it?”
I couldn’t think, couldn’t respond. I could feel the touch of her fingers, like a pleasant burning against my skin. Her face was so close to mine now, and we both closed our eyes and just stayed there for a second. I could hear us both breathing irregularly – gasping in anticipation.
And then, as the surprise started to ease away, the longing started to sink in. I felt it, like an aching in my chest, and I knew how much I wanted to answer it. I knew, suddenly, that I had been waiting for this all along.
Apparently, Evin felt it right then, too … because a second later, the small distance between us was gone, and she was kissing me.

haha i never saw the movie. i've seen a couple episodes of the show though. the old one, that is.

I only took about two seconds to stare at him, wondering who in the world he thought he was. Then, collecting my thoughts again, I snarled at him, “Get out of my ..."
GAAAAAAAH SOO INTENSE!!! AND AMAZING!! ergh i HATE luther. JERKK!!!! lol

“I can’t even tell you how scared I was,” she said softly, “when Alicia came to find me, last night, telling me that you were back..."
BEST SCENE IN THE WHOLE ENTIRE BOOK!!! PURE AMAZINGNESS!!! GAAH IM SOO GLAD THEY FINALLY KISSED XD

My breath caught in my throat as I heard quiet footsteps tread over the wooden floors towards me. I clenched my fists, and then forced myself to tur..."
that part was sooo disturbing yet amazing!! :D

I only took about two seconds to stare at him, wondering who in the world he thought he was. Then, collecting my thoughts again, I snarled at h..."
omigoddd i hate him too!! unfortunately he's going to end up being a rather important character ... *grrrrr*

“I can’t even tell you how scared I was,” she said softly, “when Alicia came to find me, last night, telling me..."
haha yessss i was so happy while i was writing it!! i was like XD HEEEHEEEEE!!! and i was in such a good mood all day ... and then i got depressed cuz then i had to write the NEXT chapter and ... well ... you know ... >.<

nooo!!! stupid luther >.<

ahhh that sucks. you had to kill your own good mood, didn't you? lol

Once most of the edge had been taken off of my pain, I struggled to my feet. My body still hurt, but now, at least, I could think and move with the pain. It was hard to stay standing upright, but I tried as hard as I could. I needed to see the guitar now, more than ever; the desire was a strong longing, a deep burning through my veins. I could feel it with every stuttered breath that I took, sense it with every rush of blood that ran through my body.

nooo!!! stupid luther >.<"
gaaah i know >:(

yeah i do that all the time *bangs head against wall*

Once most of the edge had been taken off of my pain, I struggled to my feet. My body still hurt, but now, at least, I could think and move ..."
*squee!!!* SO AWESOME <3

I winced, already getting a headache at the thought.
Well … there was the option of just, you know, ending my misery. But the idea of killing myself didn’t seem so reasonable to me. Not only did I not have the guts to do it, but it was almost impossible. With my ability to survive just about anything, it would take something really violent, really extreme. It would probably involve going up to someone and saying, “Hey, could you do me a favor and shoot me in the head ten times? Thanks.”
Yeah, I didn’t think it was a good idea, either.

i know!!! its not fair!!! bad people shouldn't have cool names. bad people should have names like "poopy peepee" so that everyone who hears their name is like "eew. who are THEY?!?!" and already hates them!!!

haha i loved that...it was funny XD

i know!!! its not fair!!! bad people shouldn't have cool names. bad people should have names like "poopy peepee" so that everyone who hears thei..."
LOL. that reminds me of like those Captain Underpants books where the villain was named like "Dr. Pee Pee-Pee Poopypants" or something
Strange things are happening.
People are dropping dead without any apparent reason. ..."
haha ... hippos ... it was the first thing that popped into my head :P