RedRaven

A chill inches up my spine. The paper that I'm holding suddenly weighs a tonne. "This... No... It can't be..." A whisper escapes from my lips and my heart jumps ...

This is a short story that I'm writing for Language Arts class.I'll post the full story when I finish it.-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------She st

The updated version of the story I'm writing for Language Arts class. I rewrote it, so hope you like it -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------She ste

The demonic voices ring through my head. Give in. Give up. They whisper to me sweetly. Tears spring into my eyes and I bite my lip. I sink against the ...

CHAPTER ONE – Survive “How have you been since our last session?” The counsellor probes. I sink deeper into the plush leather chair. “Um…” I say. I don’t know what ...

Chapter Five – Going Under I tiptoe into the kitchen and ease the cutlery drawer open. I take a knife from the drawer slip back into my room.Thank god nobody’s ...

Chapter Six – Breathe [2 AM] “Jenna… We would like to have a discussion with you and your mother.” Dr. Parks comes into my room, flanked by a team of ...

[0.00]I hear a door open but I can’t see it. The puppet strings of this body are cut and I can’t feel these hands. A towel slips itself around my ...

Half an hour later, Mom and I are sitting at the kitchen table; she’s on one end and I’m on the other. She smiles at me over the acres of ...

I wake the next morning to a blinding light. The sun. I’m not prepared to face the sun today. Why can’t it be rainy? If it was, then it’d be ...

Two hours later, we are free from prison school. After letting myself into the house, I lock myself into my room. Need. To. Clear. My. Head. My mind spins uncontrollably. ...

0.04The moon glows softly outside my bedroom window. Stars dance through the sky and soft, white light shines through my room.I sink to the floor. The light illuminates the blue ...

A bright light flashes above me. I slowly open my eyes to realize that I’m lying in a cold, metal-framed bed with crisp white sheets.I can’t speak because my throat ...

0.00 Perfection is described by the dictionary as the state or quality of being or becoming perfect. In my eyes, perfection is just that. The need and yearning to be ...

“Isabelle! If you don’t get downstairs this instant, I’ll be late again!” Mom’s voice floats up the stairwell. I stare into the broken mirror and finish putting on my makeup. ...

“Can Isabelle Jameson report to the principal’s office? Isabelle Jameson.” My classmates turn to stare as my name crackles over the loudspeaker. I get out of my seat and head ...

“Isabelle!” My mom shrieks. I thrust my canvas book bag over my shoulder before sprinting down the stairs. Mom is standing in the kitchen in a navy blue business suit. ...

0.04The voices that curl in your head calling you a bitch/fat/hopeless are relentless. Cut and binge because you don’t want to hear or feel it. Cut and binge because its ...

I look in the shiny mirror. I don’t know the girl staring back at me because her hair is stiff brown straw, her cheekbones are bulging to her ears and ...

Chapter 1: February 6thI’ve never kept a diary before. The only reason I’m doing it now is because my annoying therapist is making me keep one. She says it’ll help ...

Chapter 2: February 8thNothing really worth writing has happened yet. I got a new roommate today, though. Her name is Rebecca and I don’t know why she’s here. No one’s ...

Chapter 3: February 11th I was kind of too busy to write anything last week. I’ve been trying to bond with Rebecca, and I’ve been making sure that the nurses ...

Chapter 4: February 12th My first therapy session was so excitinga failed attempt on the staff’s part to get us to open up. I locked my lips and threw away ...

Chapter 5: February 14thFrom my plastic-covered windows, I can see that the snow that’d fallen is starting to melt. It’s only February, but I’m happy about it already. My roommate ...

Chapter 6 – February 17Therapy is the same old story. The therapist stares at me expectantly, and I shut up for fifty minutes. It’s routine. Do I seriously need to ...

Chapter 7 – February 20th My therapist got me to open my mouth today. She threatened that if I didn’t open my mouth, she’d get me to call my mother ...

[A/N: This is a collection of short poems that I've started to work on. It's one of my first attempts at poetry, so enjoy!] Wings of a Butterfly Struggling against ...

[A/N]: I just thought of this the other day, after reading Wintergirls I based it loosely on one of the chapters, so that's why it might look familliar. -----------------------------------------------

“Sophia! Mommy says you have to get up now!” Cold air flows around me as my little sister Chloe drags the comforter of my bed. “Hey!” I protest, clawing for ...

Hours later, I let myself in the house. No one is home, so I run into the bathroom and lock the door behind me – just in case. I stand, ...

When I get home, Chloe pounces on me. I greet her before going into the kitchen. Mom is sitting at the island with her elbow resting on the granite countertop. ...

I was obnoxiously woken by Chloe this morning. She came into my room and attempted to call me, like usual. When I didn’t reply, she started to screech at me ...

I can feel a vibration on my side. I groan and put my buzzing cell phone underneath my pillow. It keeps ringing. But I’m too tired to answer it. The ...

I sink against my bedroom door and flip open my cell phone. I read my missed call alerts and my mind travels back to the beginning… the unfortunate beginning of ...

Megan Walsh balanced her Prada tote on her arm while she flipped open her cell phone. She furiously tapped on its black keypad and stopped at the front gates of ...

Lauren hopped out of her mother’s Cadillac and carefully walked into the house. She rummaged through her purse and pushed her pink-coated house keys into the lock. It clicked open ...

Taylor sauntered into her first-period History class. Clumps of students sat on desks and socialized. Taylor sat down and took out a binder labelled History. She put it on the ...

A/N: I've decided to pick up this novel again and keep working on it. Thanks for reading! --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

The room is silent and cold. I shiver and look around nervously. A nurse forcefully taps on my door and barges in. She’s carrying a large purple duffel bag. “Here ...

“Get a doctor in here, stat!” A nurse screeches into an intercom. I open my eyes slowly and my head throbs. I’m lying in my bed, with nurses circled around ...

The nurses trust me enough to let me out of the cell… for a little while. They herd me downstairs, into the brightly lit cafeteria. The colourful tables are arranged ...

I’m in the cafeteria… alone. I’m in the cafeteria alone. There’s no one to protect me from the demons who whisper softly to me. The temptation pulls me to the ...

I’m sitting in Miss Keats room, in a plush leather chair. This room seems out of place in a mental hospital – the walls are sky-blue, tall oak shelves filled ...

Mona and I are sitting in the common room. She smiles weakly at me. I keep a straight face. “Isabelle…” She murmurs, frowning.“Look… Mona, it is okay. I can understand ...

“Hi Mona,” I greet her cheerfully as I walk into the common room. She glances up from the book she’s reading, her blue eyes wide with excitement. “Hey…” She whispers, ...

I force myself to shuffle into Miss Keats room. The blinds on the window are drawn, and her chair is spun backwards. I see the top of her head as ...

“She passed out again… her throat is inflamed and her heart rate is abnormal. We couldn’t get the tube down her throat due to the inflammation.” I ease my eyes ...

PrologueIn a world where Prada, Gucci, and Chanel reign, how can you expect to be different or abstract? How can you be an individual in a town that shuns differences? ...

Sophia and Peyton set their lunch trays down on the table. They each pulled a plastic, orange chair from the table and sat. Mackenzie Peters and Alexis DuLac stared at ...

Alexis sighed. She rolled her eyes as she strode into the mini kitchen in her dad’s apartment. His girlfriend Penelope was standing over a bubbling pot, suspiciously staring into it. ...

PrologueOnce upon a time, there were two pretty girls named Isabelle and Emma. But, unfortunately, one of them was crazy.With a few twists of fate, Isabelle became Emma and Emma ...

Chapter Two - EmmaI gaze out the car’s window in awe. The sprawling estates and endless blue sky roll past me. Wow, I’m finally free… I turn and stare at ...

A/N: I'll be posting the first draft of my novel, chapter-by-chapter. This is nowhere near the finished product. Enjoy, anyway! ------------------------------------------------------------------------

Chapter 2 I watch Megan’s dark hair spill down her back. She flips it all to one side to reveal the jutting bones in her neck. Envy fills me. She’s ...

“Oh, Chloe…” Megan sings from the bathroom. “What?” I question in a high-pitched, annoyed tone. “Come see this!” She calls. “You’ll hate me!”My brows knit together as I walk down ...

“How are you feeling, Chloe?” The red-haired woman sitting in from of me asks, folding her hands over her notebook. I sew my lips shut and focus on the creaking ...

“Jerry… how do you think she’s coping with the… situation?” Mom’s voice floats up the stairwell. I creep next to the stairs and strain to listen. I’m supposed to be ...

“Chloe, get down here, now!” Mom cries from the stairwell, less than an hour after our heated words. It’s strange though, because it usually takes her two or more hours ...

PrologueIt’s a dark and stormy night… I shiver under my fleecy blanket, burrowing deeper into the warmth. What a perfect night to do it. Wait, no. I won’t hit rock ...

Author's Note: I forgot to mention it in the first chapter, but this is the first draft. Critiquing is very much appreciated. :] Also, this is essentially a flashback (except ...

“Emily, dinner’s nearly ready,” Dad calls up the stairwell. I push myself away from my desk and clomp down the stairs. Mr. Mom is standing in the kitchen, grinning so ...

I hug myself tightly as I snuggle deeper into my bed. The doctor’s words still ring through my mother was pregnant, and she committed suicide and murder. I just can’t ...

“Emily, it’s time for dinner!” Dad calls up the stairwell. I open my door and walk to the top of the stairwell. “I’m not coming down!” I yell back.“Are you ...

I’m sneaking Dad’s laptop into my bedroom, shutting the door behind me with my foot since this thing weighs at least twenty-something pounds. I put it on my bed and ...

“So Emily, how are you?” I exhale loudly, and focus on the wool afghan that’s wrapped around my legs. The therapist sighs. “Emily… talking will help.”I let the frizzy-haired woman ...

“So Emily, how are you?” I exhale loudly, and focus on the wool afghan that’s wrapped around my legs. The therapist sighs. “Emily… talking will help.”I let the frizzy-haired woman ...

My father’s vicious stares go right through me. He sees it; the pain, the confusion. “Good morning, dad.” I say, trying to avoid the words waiting on his tongue.“Cut the ...

“Emily, are you okay?” Dad asks, still playing the concerned game. “I’m fine,” I say. “I’m just tired, that’s all.”“If anything’s wrong, promise me that you’ll go see your psyc

My eyes are starting to adjust to the darkness. I lean against my bed and wince as the frame bites into my back. Another knock sounds at my door. I ...

The steps creak as I slither down them. The exorcist Dad is standing in the kitchen, reading a stack of papers, probably something from his million-hour-a-week job.I tiptoe into the ...

My mouth falls open, and nacho-dust sprinkles into the canyons below me. My hand reaches into the bag again, and I shove another handful of Doritos in my mouth. I ...

If this calorie-counting thing is going to work for me, I’ll have to put some rules in place to stay sane keep things in order. I take a butterfly-printed pad ...

Chapter 1She’s dead. Sara is dead and it’s my fault. She didn’t die because of her parents, or the screaming girl inside her head that wanted to get out, she ...

Chapter 2My mother rubs her flawless blazer for the tenth time. She sighs, and lifts the heavy ceramic mug to her lips again. It leaves a bloody crescent on the ...