Pagsulat Club
sumali
Fanpop
New Post
Explore Fanpop
CHAPTER NINE:
On the drive back to my apartment, I cannot help but feel something is amiss. What it is, I don’t have a clue. As I continue the drive, I once madami delve into my past…
CRYSTAL FALLS: 1850
I awaken an oras later, still in pain from the sun’s rays. I feel Perry’s dried blood on my face, and find myself disgusted at what I have done. I cannot believe the situation I’ve landed myself in. About ten minutos later, Perry returns to the cave. From where I do not care, or even want to know. I feel nothing but burning hatred and contempt for him. I still do not know what prevented me from killing him earlier, or at least trying. Then I remember how easily he snapped the neck of the man he turned nearly a week earlier. That I believe is the reason. Perry smiles when he notices I’m awake. “How do you feel?” he asks, and I notice a tone of happiness in his voice. “Horrible. I’m in so much pain and can’t stop feeling this lust for blood.” I say furiously. Perry nods. “Yes. That is horrible at first, isn’t it?” he mutters. “But here’s the good news. It gets better Ash. And after awhile, you genuinely stop caring about the people you kill. If you even want to, you don’t have to kill them, but for me I ponder, where’s the fun if you don’t kill?” I feel the anger still burning up inside of me with every word I hear come out of his mouth. “Why didn’t you kill me then?” I ask him. Perry shrugs. “Didn’t see the sport in it. Besides, I wasn’t hungry at the time. Another reason, is because I truly do respect and admire your father. He is one of the only people who gives a crap about other people’s lives. He’s not sexist nor do you and your mother seem to be. He’s a genuinely caring person.” Perry trails off. “Remember what I sinabi earlier? Before you passed out?” he asked. I do remember, and I know at this point it is pointless to lie about it. “You sinabi you had a proposition for me, but whatever it is, I won’t take it. I’d rather die than help you in any way.” Perry nods. “I thought that you’d say something like that, which is why I’ve got a backup plan.” He says, and once again, I detect the note of happiness in his voice. “What’s your backup plan?” I ask. Perry smiles. “If you don’t take my proposition, your father will die like your mother, only worse.” He says smiling. “But I really don’t want it to have to come to that Ashley. Like I sinabi before, I honestly have much respect for the man, but I’ll do what I have to. And if you try to kill yourself to stop my fun, your father WILL suffer.” He says smiling. “Fine Perry! I’ll hear you out. But might I say you are truly a sociopath you freak!” Perry smiles sinisterly. “I knew you’d see it my way Ash. And please, call me sa pamamagitan ng my real name. Pike.” He says, ipinapakita his fangs.
CRYSTAL FALLS: OCTOBER 29, 1995:
I return to my apartment, once again feeling contempt for Pike. As I climb out of my car, I smell a scent. I know right then, a vampire is in my apartment. I sneak up the stairs and find the door open. Just when I think I’ve got the element of surprise on my side, I hear a voice. “You know Ash, I can sense you too.” I stop suddenly. It is Pike’s voice. I haven’t heard it in nearly thirty years. “Come in Ashley. We have so much to discuss.” I hear. “I didn’t come here to fight.” He replies. I can tell he’s telling the truth. This time, and reluctantly walk into the apartment. The scent of blood is all over. But I see no puwang it could be coming from. I see sibat sitting on the couch, smoking a cigar. “Ashley! It’s been too long!” he says, smiling. “Not long enough.” I mutter. sibat shrugs and stands up. “I’m sorry you feel like that.” He says casually. “Why is the scent of blood everywhere?” I ask. sibat shrugs. “Details. Hate ‘em. We’ll get to that in a moment. But first, I saw on the news that you killed my lackeys. Sure they meant nothing, but I created them. Just like I created you. And you let yourself live all these years.” I stare at him “I didn’t have a choice.” sibat smiles. “After your dad died you did. But let’s not stay stuck in the past. I want information out of you. And you’re going to help me.” He says smiling. “What information?” I ask him. sibat smiles. “I’ve heard there’s a telepath here in town. And that you know where he or she is.” I stare shocked, and realize I’ve just ibingiay away that I do know something. sibat smiles. “And you’re going to tell me who it is and where I can find them.” I shake my head. “Why do you need a telepath so bad?” I ask. He smiles. “Let’s just say my plans depend on it. Now you will help me, or you WILL pay the consequences. What’s it going to be?” he asks. “I’ll never tell.” I say, thinking of Harold and realizing he’s become involved whether I like it or not. sibat smiles. “Then it’s time to see what’s in your closet.” I watch as he walks over to the closet and opens the door. To my horror, Danny is in there, tied up and bleeding. sibat smiles. “You could’ve saved him Ash. You still can, but to do it, you’ll have to break a promise you made to yourself all those years ago.” Before I can do anything, he slices into Danny’s stomach. “You know the only way to save him now. “I’ve got to run. Do a bit madami digging, then I’ll take out any other mga kaibigan you’ve made here. And give you the choice again.” With that, sibat leaves the room. I swiftly take the tape off Danny’s mouth, and hear him groan in pain. “Help me! Call someone! Do SOMETHING!” he pleads. I dare not untie him, he would bleed out to quickly. I know he will be dead before help would ever arrive. I look at him sadly, and know I have a choice to make. If I do what sibat wants me to, I can save him. If not. He will die. I sigh. I ponder what to do, then against my better judgement, I make a decision.
posted by alicia386
Chapter Four

Olivia was extra busy today. Today was the first araw of the movie shoot for Hourglass. Before they could even start recording the movie, the would have to check up on everything. The wardrobe had to perfect. The scenes had to be accurately planned out. Then they had to make sure that all of the camera crew was positioned. Olivia wouldn't be able to receive the permits until tomorrow. So they couldn't start filming until then. She followed closely behind Mason as he did the daily check up.

Mason went straight towards wardrobe and the outfit choices. The outfit for Charlotte's arrival...
continue reading...
Remembering is just an invention of the mind,
So you need not try to remember something,
You remember it automatically.
Which is the best thing that you could have.

The good times that we had...
It is placed in a portion of your mind.
The bad times that we had...
It is placed in the other part of your mind.

You try to forget all of the bad things that happened,
But it is not possible.
It is stuck in you.
The bad things are painted in ink on your heart.

The good things, you try to remember.
And they stay.
They never go.
Never leave you.

Remembering is just an invention of the mind.
And, well...I guess I'm happy for that.
So I can remember every friend I've had,
Every boyfriend,
And all the good times.
Every memory will never leave my heart.
They will never be forsaken.
Never.
posted by Problematic129
*Poem I wrote for a class project on the holocaust.
DON'T COPY*
Different in ways they couldn't control
Killed for reasons we do not know
Ranging from ages young to old
The innocent people were taken from homes
Soulless people did not care
That the Jewish were in despair
Concentration camps ending their screams
Breaking apart their families
Not once did they do anything wrong
They opened their mouths and sang a sad song
Years went sa pamamagitan ng and madami pain came
Until on one very special day
As one we all saved
The survivors of the Holocaust
posted by hatjune
It is 120 years into the future and the Rights Organization is stronger than ever. They are killing madami people than ever and there are only three people that can save the World and they are children. Jordan is a thirteen taon old witch and is the daughter of the Greek god sun, Apollo. Mark, a fourteen taon old wizard who is the son of Demeter. And last but not least Ivy is a thirteen taon old daughter of Ares and a great witch. These three children are the worlds only hope. Read Half and Half, The Begining of the End.
Stan, the young donkey, was wandering sadly around the barn. He seemed hopeless and wounded and had no desire to speak to any of his fellow donkeys; even talking to his father was not appealing to him that exact moment. In fact, he was feeling ashamed of having a donkey father. He was ashamed of being a donkey altogether.
As the moon and stars scattered across the dark, blue sky, Stan decided he no longer to wander. He needed some solution, he needed reassurance, and only his grandfather seemed appropriate for that particular job.
Grandpa Roger was sleeping peacefully in the barn. He had become...
continue reading...
Bane’s POV

I laid in the grass, watching the clouds. I was beginning to dose off, right before sleep took me, a body pounced on me. I groaned, and looked up. A shaggy haired boy was sitting on my chest, giggling. My best friend, Christian.
    “Get off!” I yelled rolling over. He slid off me.
    “Party pooper,” Christian stuck his tongue out at me. He was so childlike, but that was something I had always loved about him. That’s also why we got along so well. He was hyperactive and loud, while I was cynical and quite.
    I...
continue reading...
posted by Hades223
CHAPTER 1


Jason Card sat at his mesa in his science classroom bored out of his mind. He hated science. It was his least paborito subject. Mainly because it was the last subject of the araw and sa pamamagitan ng that time Jason was usually ready to go home.
Mr. Form droned on and on about chemicals or something. Jason didn’t listen. He just sat at his mesa and drew on some paper. He was a very good drawer.
Jason Card was a fourteen taon old as of yesterday. His black messy hair never gave in to a brush which usually meant it was mangled and messy and went down to his ears. He was wearing a simple red t-shirt...
continue reading...
posted by lindizzle215
hi so im a new writer so please tell me if i should contine Pagsulat this story. Please comment!!!!!
Rated: M


Today my brother Joey and I were going to drive down to the family camp that we help with every taon and went here when we were kid’s but know were all teenagers so were counselors now. My brother Joey and I drive together every taon and all of our other brothers drive up in there own cars or the young ones with the others. There was a new guy this taon his name is Eddie. I think that I will like this kid as I get to know him. I don’t have to share a room because I am the only girl...
continue reading...
posted by cullens-rule
Chapter 4 Tom

“it would be easier if you knew, but I will try to explain, as well as I can, you know my name is Tom but my segundo name is Cullen”
I interrupted him now
“Tom Cullen? Sounds old fashioned”
“It is, any way I’m just seventeen”
He looked away sheepishly like he was lying this made me curious would he really lie about his age.
“my real parents are dead now, they died of an illness I don’t really know much about them”
“I sorry that must be puso braking”
He looked miserable he looked into my eyes and I could feel his pain, but he carried on
“I take after my father...
continue reading...
posted by e2mma2weasle3
How to Add Emotion to a Story

1.    Understand keywords or Key Phrases. Key Phrases are phrases in a story that triggers the waterworks. They are sentences that make people cry. Such as, a pet dies. You could write, "Goodbye, Old friend." A Key Phrase could also be an action. Such as, there are two pets. One pet dies. The other pet tries to sleep with the other one sa pamamagitan ng cuddling up to the dead body.

2.    Add a lot of relationship between the one who dies and another character, whether that is a human or an animal.

3.    Add comedy to the...
continue reading...
posted by sapherequeen
*Sigh* Okay, this is the first piece of Pagsulat I will ever share with anyone. Rarely does the idea of a poem ever enter my dark mind. But tonight, just two minutos ago, this one came to me, and I had to...write...it...down...


I’m aching here
I’m bleeding there

Pain strikes within
My every move

And there’s
Nothing
I Can
Do
To Make It
Stop

The tears roll down my face
And freeze there quickly
And stay until the time comes
Where they are no longer frozen
And begin to stream down again

My hurt was bottled up
But someone broke the bottle
And now it’s
Everywhere
And there’s nothing
I Can
Do
To Heal Myself

I’m...
continue reading...
“Look at them, trying to figure it out. Trying to work out why a pure-blood has come to their school, Antiworld, huh? This could be fun”. There was a young man sitting on the tuktok of a gargoyle wearing a white sando with a black amerikana over it. His eyes where a light green with a black cat eye stroke through it. As the man stood up you saw that he had pitch black hair and his skin was white like paper. As you closed in on the man’s face you saw his eye drop a line of blood down his cheek, as if he was crying blood. The man looked up at the sun covering his face with his hand, he closed his...
continue reading...
uy guys! I just wrote this poem. I haven't written a poem in quite a while, maybe a year, and this one's an attempt to get back on the poem Pagsulat path. Well hope you like it, and please, if possible, add a comment saying what you think.

Me and Those

Ever noticed that in this life
Everyone wants you to do something,
Or be something
That sometimes you don’t want to be?

They are those!
You know them!
You probably have those in your house.
They are those who expect you to take a path,
Even though,
Sometimes,
You don’t want to take.

They are those who expect you to be great,
Even though,
Sometimes,
You prefer to be small and humble.

But do you think,
For the slightest second,
That they care about that?
They don’t!

They are your parents,
Your grandparents,
Your Uncles and aunts,
That since you were born,
Came up with a path for you in life.

But know this,
And say it to yourself:
They are those, they matter,
But me is I,
And I’m the main character.
posted by BellaSwan636
Serena

She screams every time a police officer or strange nurse touches her. She refuses to hear them out. So, until further notice, she is staying in my apartment.

I glance at the clock in the waiting room. It's past midnight. Wow. Jamie and Ashleigh are asleep on a small green couch, with a receiving blanket draped over them. I pick them both up, since Kayla and I are free to leave, and we all walk outside to my car. Kayla opens the back door, and while I'm strapping the two little girls in, I signal for her to get in on the passenger side.

She's a broken person. You only need to look at her...
continue reading...
posted by livethislifeup
It's harder to forgive than to forget,
vice-versa, either way, it's still a threat,
time passes, memory flashes,
you're rememberin'
thoughts are coming in
no way to escape it, its a no win.
drives you insane, you try to up your game,
tell yourself they'll regret it and they'll live in shame,
just cause they dragged your name,
across every damn lane,
and you got hurt every time, yeah you still in pain,
and it ain't the same, you all tense around them,
and madami anger do you gain.
Deep down it's still hurtin' you
like every wound would,
it's like a throbbing cut
that keeps your eyes tight shut,
and you sound out...
continue reading...
posted by BellaSwan636
Serena

On Friday, Tia had picked me up to go shopping.

Tia was ecstatic; for what reason, I had no idea. Tia was like a hurricane, she jotted down my sizes on her hand and then took of through the store at a pace that should've set her path on fire.

"You look great in black, white, and blue," she muttered. I saved that for future reference; she obviously knew what she was doing. Plus I'd been told that each of those colours looked nice on me before.

She pulled me into a dressing room, pointed out which outfits to try out, and exited to let me change.

I pulled a scary-looking black suga neck...
continue reading...
posted by fanfly
 Artwork sa pamamagitan ng me
Artwork by me
Who are you to judge?
Sitting right where you are
You have no claim on me

I know my own path
I am my own guide
You are nothing to me
No matter how you try

What do you care?
If I'm not doing it right
I'm not following you

I know my own path
I am my own guide
You don't know me
No matter how you try

Why are you here?
You know I don't want you
I told you to leave me

I am my own path
I know my own guide
You can't mold me
No matter how you try





Why do I feel compelled to write angsty poetry? I swear I'm not even that angsty. lol Oh well, I hope someone out there enjoys it.
posted by Epismatic
A whisper in the cavern that goes unheard,

and a glimmer in the sky that stays unnoticed,

like the start of a brand new life, at the peak

of a mountain never scaled, lies in wait.

It can't be moved sa pamamagitan ng any cosmic mover,

so no passing wind or fog will douse it.

Only your eyes can scratch out the image

or accept it, the light at the edge of your eyes.

Will you take hold of the key you're offered?

Stop pag-awit of freedom; seek it instead?

To become a companion of the new

takes an ever expanding, soaring gaze.

But even sa pamamagitan ng taking one step forward,

sa pamamagitan ng placing one hand onto the mountain,

as the wind tugs gently at your back,

you will realize the cage has already been broken.
Your hair is long, wet, and wavy and clings to you as you rise from the lake. You get the sense that the water should be clearer. You don’t dwell on it though, distracted sa pamamagitan ng your own hair. You don’t remember it being so long. With every motion the string of beads and shells woven into your hair bobs gently with a clicking noise. You don’t realize that you are topless until your hair settles against your back. But you are not ashamed, there is a sense of liberation, you can better feel what the earth and the wind are telling you this way. If you could see behind you, you would know that...
continue reading...
posted by pLaStIcSUNDAE
It's gray. It's always been so gray.

The beating puso that searched for what it believed to be a forever, only to be led astray.

The beating puso full of warm belief,

Now an iceberg of mapait regret, the surface a shallow reflection of the depths that rest beneath.

The smiling mask distorts the image of the surface, betraying the eyes.

The rigid, cold structure reduced to a cube of ice.

A problem crippled and crumbled into "I'm fine."

If the eyes are windows to the soul, then these windows have been fogged and cracked.

If the eyes are the windows to the soul, then within these, behind the mist,...
continue reading...