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posted by 3rdCj2ndCJR
* I used to have a friend. She and I used to be very, very close when we still had that extra third person. All three of us used to do everything together. The più my parents talked to me about my behavior, the più i realized I was losing my discilpine after person number three moved to Washington. I stopped hanging out with her.
* We were Friends from early third grade to late fifth grade. We couldn't stand being in the same room in sixth grade, and someone trying to make us get along made it worse. She moved to South Carolina, and she stayed their for two years before I found her journal....
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posted by Problematic129
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Chapter 2
        New evidence for a forgotten case
    Okay, so maybe that was a bit harsh, they were her parents after all. They might just have a bad way of mostrare their sorrow. But they have been pushing me over the edge the moment I was sent to live with them after Dorothy died.
    They’ve never really showed me and Dorothy any kind of compassion towards us, they were either fighting, ordering us around, o just being moody, and...
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posted by SweetHoneyBunny
Thaddeus had lead me through the woods, on a number of paths until we reached the woods behind my house. “Thank-” I started to thank him, but when I turned he was gone again. “Does he not know how to wait?” I detto outloud.
“Julie? Is that you?” My mom was coming around the corner of the house. “Julie! Where have te been!?” She pulled me into a bone-crushing hug. “We've been looking everywhere for you. The police were going to start an investigation. We thought te had been killed da those wolves!” She was stilled hugging me when Dylan, Sophie, and sadly Ryan came around...
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posted by Problematic129
*Just something I came up with, please don't copy, and please read, and review. And I own all the writes to this:)*
    I’m sorry that I wasn’t there
    I’m sorry that I didn’t care
    I’m sorry that I misunderstood
    I’m sorry that I was no good
    I’ve should’ve tried with all my might
    I should’ve detto you’d be alright
    I could’ve held te throughout the night
    I never ever really tried
    I’m sorry that I took my time
    I’m sorry that I lied and lied
    I’m sorry that I ignored you
    I’m sorry that I never knew
    I’m sorry for so many things
    I know you’ll never forgive me
    I know you’ll never really see
    Just how much te meant to me
    But now our time is over
    Yes, our time has past
    We’ve both moved on
    And never once looked back
    I wish though, we’d still be friends
    All the way to the very end
    If you’ll listen for a minute
    I’ll tell te just one thing
    If you’ll ever really believe me
    I am so sorry
posted by rory2011
    
she ripped the smile from my face
she took my happiness
she ha rubato, stola my dreams
I believed a lie
called humanity
but what the humanity does
my country bleeding everyday
between people hands
call themself's "our protectors "
but no one want believe the truth
that the protectors turned to dictators

who will save te my dear
who will wipe children's tear
who will stop children's hunger
who will heal your wonds
the humanity in earth is dead
no più talking
no più lies
just let us fight
we will die
and we will win

I can't see the white clouds
just darkness and black smoke...
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posted by campcheerio123
People are always telling me to be a certian thing. o a person. But it's always something. "Grace, be poised." o maybe, "Grace, be lady-like." o every once in a while, "Grace, do it like te mean it." I never get the chance to actually DO anything about it. I mean, I was born for a reason,wasn't I? I'm not just some random person sitting on the face of the earth. My life must have SOME purpose. I feel like people don't really recognize me as a person. Now, I'm not saying that I'm a dog, o a cat, I'm a person, but people neglect me. Act like I'm invisible. As though I'm a fly, buzzing around you, annoying you, but people don't do anything but swat, fuss, and kill me. And that somewhat describes what I feel. I feel dead inside.
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    Chapter 21    
Safe is an illusion to Daredevil’s and Murderer’s    
    “I haven’t told the other’s,” America tells me. “But I’m texting them right now.”
    I nod. “But first we have to get my mother and sister, oh and I still kind of need to eat.”
    “No problem, Cibo and family first, then we’ll meet up later with the guys.”
    “Thanks for being...
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"Wake up, sissy! Wake up!" Anna screamed in my ear.
"OUCH!" I yelled back sitting up. Anna left my room. The walls of my room are filled with posters of rock bands and singers. I got up and changed into my clothes.Today was a different day. I was wearing a blue t-shirt with a peace sign on it and my preferito Miss Me Jeans.I went down the wooden staircase. I walked through our kitchen, heading in the direction of the dining room. Our dining room had a wallpaper that had stamps that te would get in a passport because my family LOVED to travel. My mother came in with my usual breakfast: pancakes...
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