jasmine12

This story has two narrators. Joanna and Chase. They switch every other chapter. The next chapter is a little rough so here is the first one. Hope ya like vampires/adventures/romance....i ...

Okay I have changed it around and its still a little long but the ending is what is really bugging me. I need a few pointers for this poem/lyrics. It's ...

This is the beginning of chapter two of my story Forsaken. Please note that my spelling and grammar isnt good at all. This story has two narrators. Joanna and Chase. ...

Chapter Two part two continues with Chase. Please note that my spelling and grammar is far from good. Enjoy. Jo stepped forward, her bright green eyes never leaving mine as ...

I've updated this one, adding a bit to the end and fixing my errors. It's just a new idea that I'm toying with. I need an over all opinion, don't ...

I wrote the second part to see if this is really going somewhere. If it just sounds dumb, please tell me. Seriously, it would be great if I didn't waste ...

Again, this is Joanna now. So, just tell me what you think. I suck with grammar. Joanna So living away from parents just means more over protective living arrangements. I ...

“Hello, my name is Willow.” Well, that’s what they said her name is. Willow is what they’ve been calling her since she can remember, and even before that. She gets ...

You always want to tell them, but of course, never get the courage to do so. You may stare at them from the other side of the cafeteria, or you ...

This is the second part that I wasn't really going to write, but since it made me laugh, I thought I'd post it. It isnt the same narrator, but I ...

You can’t just walk down any old street and ask any old stranger ‘What is an American,’ because this vague yet intense question requires unnecessary thought. Your stranger will stammer ...

I wrote this for my school news paper. What do you guys think? Raven watched the clock. She closed her eyes and snapped them back open in hopes the big ...

you dont understand there is so much that you dont see just think if you can what growing up had to be like for me one days its over here ...

He told us to open our notebooks to a blank page and to start writing. He didn’t specify what to write about, just write. I stared at him as he ...

As much as I hated school, I hated going home even more. School was my escape from the horrors that waited for me at my house. I could deal with ...

Wrapping my black ACDC towel around my neck—taking a quick whiff of its fabric scent—I scampered off to the bathroom. My friend, Addie, had bought it for my fifteenth birthday. ...

This is new...still working on it. Any type of suggestions are welcome. And any type of criticisms are welcome as well. Harsh works!!!! Tenth grade at any normal high school ...

This is something a little new that is still sketchy. Any ideas and harsh thoughts are welcomed as always. “What are you?” I asked, my voice feeling changed in the ...

I’m originally from Australia, a small place on the island no one has ever heard of because, well, no one really pays attention to Australia anymore. My father moved us ...

As I sat there, I began to drag my pen across my desk. I clicked it a few times until the point of the pen disappeared into the pen. I ...

She hid in the morbid corners In the back of her mind In her concealed bedroom Thinking of all the ones who did neglect Putting up the wall to suppress ...

He whispered in her hair Like an angel in the air Fully conscious of the events that led His thoughts fused in her head Caught up in the momentNot caring ...

Edit “I told you. I told you from the very beginning that this would never work.” Her eyes were fixed on the scratched linoleum floor. She couldn’t bear to look ...

Eight year old Rowan ran around the run-down apartment her father owned on the ghetto streets of New York City. She had long brown hair that had grown halfway down ...

There were eight of the Armani thugs standing around her place. Some where looking out the windows, others were just standing there playing with their thumbs hoping to not get ...

The screams of dismay The cry of convulsion The howl of anguish The yell of tribulation But I am calm Sitting in the silence Sitting in the bedlam Waiting for ...