So...yall waz happenin? How were your holidays, unfortunately enough I am contagious with the mumps but have not recieved the acctual sickness and hope it stays that way. Yeah so anyone have any radical stories. Writerwrong, Clide, Polar, and marmalade i believe in your writing potential and know that you all are very talented young writers, and I will post my latest work when it has evolved more. Yah, toodles!
Hello......is anybody here?? This website used to be hippin and hoppin and we used to write stories and post them all the time now all inspiration is lost al hope for a better writing world is slowly deteriorating. Dun dun dun daaaaaahahahahaha!!!
Okay here is my story ive written way more but unfortunatley it is not on this computer nd Anne is on the one it is on so heres what i can post at the current moment. hope you enjoy and are inspired.
Tick, tock, tick, tock Mr.Weinstiens clock ticked its way through the night. Anna Barbella sat on a three legged chair balancing herself with care as she stared wide eyed at her new guardian’s clock. It was a very fine clock indeed, with gold engravings down the sides. And big silver numbers to make it easier for her guardian to read. This clock was undoubtedly the most important thing in the whole house. Anna could not sleep that night with the thought of staying in this grimy shack with old Mr. Weinstein for the next years of her life.
Sunlight beamed down on little Benny Jr. as he played in the river with his pet turtle. Yes, Benny Jr. had a pet turtle and unfortunately he also had a pet dog...but thats another story. Anyways, on this bright summer day, as Benny played hide and seek with his turtle buddy, a young woman swooped down from the branches hanging overhead and landed with a splash in the water. "Oh my! what a frighteningly cold river!!" she shrieked as she carefully made her way to the bank. "Ah, miss, you scared my turtle away," little Benny Jr. cried as he splashed his way to the other side. "Oh! What a wretch you must think of me!" the woman said as she rung her long brown hair out. "What's his name?" "HER name is Fiona," the little boy replied sulkily. "and I do think you a wretch." "Oh no, no no, but I am not a wretch, at least I always thought I was quite..." she stopped and stared at Benny," well, we shan't let little Fiona get lost. Let's go find her, shall we?" Benny Jr. looked around thoughtfully for a bit and then replied, "sure. But we can't be gone too long, my mother will be worried."
Creative Marty, but I think you need more of an intro describe the setting maybe or what benny looked like, I mean i loke what you've got and maybe you have a plan, but that was the only thing that bothered me a bit.
Sarah your stary was very well worded. Sometimed I was confued because of the punctuation, but i managed allright. I liked all of your metaphors and descriptions. I would like to read more but maybe next time post them in smaler doses. Your an inspiration.
Anna could not sleep that night with the thought of staying in this grimy shack with old Mr. Weinstein for the next years of her life. As she listened to the rain slashing against the house, Anna felt salty tears run down her cheeks. Her whole life had been upturned and chopped into microscopic pieces all shriveled up and then pieced back together. To start off this ram shackling her house crumbled to the ground by a severe earthquake destroying almost all of Fredericton. Her parents unfortunately were buried in its ruins and Anna never heard from them again. Next, her closest relatives refused her saying “We don’t won’t our house contaminated by grouchy, sad, orphaned girls and we won’t deal with her!” It was because of this rejection that Anna was sent to Calvin Orphanage and spent a week. At this orphanage Anna’s brown hair had been severely chopped causing her general appearance to look boyish, and her eye contacts had been outlawed so she now wore ghastly glasses which covered half her face. After this sabotage of her looks the orphanage claimed that she was incomparable and then sent her to Witchitaw Boarding School. This maybe lasted an hour or two because Anna broke her arm while playing painting (don’t ask me how) and was immediately sent to the hospital where grouchy old Weinstien, the janitor of the hospital, took her in unfortunate as it was. And now the steady tick of the clock mixed with the beating of the rain reminded Anna of how crazy the last weeks had been. She wondered how long Mr. Weinstien would last and if her stay here may end up being pleasant or at least educational.
sarah your story is good and it is really creative and original. I mean how could you have come up with that? but I agree with julie that it is a little confusing because of punctuation and whatnot.
Julie your story is good also, I like your analogies and descriptions. I would greatly enjoy reading more on both of your stories!
What if it never snowed? What if little kids never had the enjoyment of sledding or building a snowman?? What if there was no such thing as a snow angel? You are about to find out...
"Georgina! Come inside now, honey!" A woman called from an open doorway. "Fine," Georgina sighed as the blonde haired girl climbed down from her tree fort. Coming through the door, she kicked off her snowboots and pulled her snowpants down. "Mom, do yout think it's ever going to snow?" she called to her mother as she crossed off yet another day on her calendar. January twelfth and still no snow. "Oh, honey, I'm sure it will," she said reassuringly to her daughter. "Eventually," she added quietly to herself as Georgina clonked down the stairs to the basement. "Any snow?" her older sister Pheobe asked, looking up from her homework. "Not yet," Georgina sighed. She walked across the room to a door on the far side. "If anyone needs me, I'm in my laboratory."
Sorry I’ve been busy lately with everything but here I am and here is my new story.
Peter Waxlel awoke alone in his room in total despair. His room was shaped like a perfect simple cube with a window split into fourths by the wood cross in the middle with the whitest swaying curtains as if they were in swoon from some beautiful thing they had seen out side the window. But he didn’t notice his dream was the worst thing he had experienced in his life, conscious or not. At first when he slowly rose his eyelids as if it were a leg with a ball chained to it he gently glanced at the ceiling and let go of a long breath he had been holding for quite sometime. The magnificent array of color and light had gradually been fading and draining. Then he felt the worst feeling he had ever felt in his short half lived life... nothing, nothing at all. All the things he once cares for had their appeal cut out. A for once in his life he just didn’t care. He didn’t care about getting a fancy car or a better job. He didn’t care about his appearance his teeth, hair, physic. He didn’t care if he even perused his life dreams like traveling the world and meeting that wonderful girl that would change his life. Or even the girl he currently adored. He didn’t care about eating, he didn’t care about sleeping, and he didn’t care about breathing. For once he did not care. He could have lain in his bed for the rest of his life. In his soft smooth sheets that were now beginning to feel like nothing. And see how his half dark cubical room began to resemble a cage in which he was trapped mentally and physically. Nothing mattered anymore and his thoughts began to scare him. So he tried to think of all the girls and objects even his old neglected house that birthed so many warm memories and felt nothing. And when the room shrunk and all the colors faded into black and white he saw a line. A beautiful but simple black line on a white peace of paper. It constantly grew longer and a little bit longer. And as it grew he forgot. And soon all he thought heard smelled tasted was the big black line. After what seemed like a year to him he began to realize he was standing on it and moving like it was a treadmill then empty black and white buildings rose up and he could see they were all the same but all different and empty. And then he saw the most amazing thing in his life a new building that arose it was taller than the rest and was covered in something he couldn’t explain a new color just the idea of a new color that you cant describe was mind-blowing to him and so he stepped of the solid line that had now seemed like a road and walked towards the house. And as he came closer he says the house was covered in cracks but he could not see through the cracks as if they were a chunk of outer space. He tried to make out the shape of a door from all there conjoining cracks and he did but there was only one crack for the door knob. Then he thought if he house could rise from the ground then he could at least fit his hand into the crack. He was right it went right through he pulled the door and it easily opened put there was nothing there but that strange solid color. then he shut it and opened it again over and over expecting different results which is the definition of insanity and he soon realized this and stepped back from the door disgusted in himself but a new thought came and slammed into his mind...Knock... so he knocked very firmly and sincere three times only to not be annoying but so one would get the point. And the door opened sincerely not to fast but not slow either and he could see the knob or should I say crack turn as it opened. He stepped into the house without fear and now filled with curiosity him human side got to him and he now wanted to know everything. but the room was empty but he still shut the door behind him again he did something that would be crazy in his societies majority by saying Hello and once again got an answer which came out of every wall ceiling and floor of the house in a deep but gentle voice saying Hello? He asked why do I fell nothing in my world and where has all the feeling that has been sucked out of it gone? I'll tell you said the voice.......
Hello I am a friend of Clide Whensley and he asked me if I would like to post stories on this blog since I am writer and write stories of all sorts. I will post my latest story as soon as I can. See ya!
CLide, Im sorry that i did not comment on your story sooner, i been kinda busy. I liked your descriptions, but was a little confused. Was the black line and the building part of his dream, or was it figuratively speaking. I liked all the similes and your word chioce is good, you might want to clarify some things.
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So...yall waz happenin? How were your holidays, unfortunately enough I am contagious with the mumps but have not recieved the acctual sickness and hope it stays that way. Yeah so anyone have any radical stories. Writerwrong, Clide, Polar, and marmalade i believe in your writing potential and know that you all are very talented young writers, and I will post my latest work when it has evolved more. Yah, toodles!
Hello......is anybody here?? This website used to be hippin and hoppin and we used to write stories and post them all the time now all inspiration is lost al hope for a better writing world is slowly deteriorating. Dun dun dun daaaaaahahahahaha!!!
yeah well jac why don't you post some of that story i know you've been writing on? that might inspire the rest of us to write one.
Okay here is my story ive written way more but unfortunatley it is not on this computer nd Anne is on the one it is on so heres what i can post at the current moment. hope you enjoy and are inspired.
Tick, tock, tick, tock Mr.Weinstiens clock ticked its way through the night. Anna Barbella sat on a three legged chair balancing herself with care as she stared wide eyed at her new guardian’s clock. It was a very fine clock indeed, with gold engravings down the sides. And big silver numbers to make it easier for her guardian to read. This clock was undoubtedly the most important thing in the whole house. Anna could not sleep that night with the thought of staying in this grimy shack with old Mr. Weinstein for the next years of her life.
tis beautiful jac, beautiful.
here's a little something off the top of my head:
Sunlight beamed down on little Benny Jr. as he played in the river with his pet turtle. Yes, Benny Jr. had a pet turtle and unfortunately he also had a pet dog...but thats another story. Anyways, on this bright summer day, as Benny played hide and seek with his turtle buddy, a young woman swooped down from the branches hanging overhead and landed with a splash in the water.
"Oh my! what a frighteningly cold river!!" she shrieked as she carefully made her way to the bank.
"Ah, miss, you scared my turtle away," little Benny Jr. cried as he splashed his way to the other side.
"Oh! What a wretch you must think of me!" the woman said as she rung her long brown hair out. "What's his name?"
"HER name is Fiona," the little boy replied sulkily. "and I do think you a wretch."
"Oh no, no no, but I am not a wretch, at least I always thought I was quite..." she stopped and stared at Benny," well, we shan't let little Fiona get lost. Let's go find her, shall we?"
Benny Jr. looked around thoughtfully for a bit and then replied, "sure. But we can't be gone too long, my mother will be worried."
Creative Marty, but I think you need more of an intro describe the setting maybe or what benny looked like, I mean i loke what you've got and maybe you have a plan, but that was the only thing that bothered me a bit.
Sarah your stary was very well worded. Sometimed I was confued because of the punctuation, but i managed allright. I liked all of your metaphors and descriptions. I would like to read more but maybe next time post them in smaler doses. Your an inspiration.
Okay here is more of the Anna Barbela story.
Anna could not sleep that night with the thought of staying in this grimy shack with old Mr. Weinstein for the next years of her life.
As she listened to the rain slashing against the house, Anna felt salty tears run down her cheeks. Her whole life had been upturned and chopped into microscopic pieces all shriveled up and then pieced back together. To start off this ram shackling her house crumbled to the ground by a severe earthquake destroying almost all of Fredericton. Her parents unfortunately were buried in its ruins and Anna never heard from them again. Next, her closest relatives refused her saying “We don’t won’t our house contaminated by grouchy, sad, orphaned girls and we won’t deal with her!” It was because of this rejection that Anna was sent to Calvin Orphanage and spent a week. At this orphanage Anna’s brown hair had been severely chopped causing her general appearance to look boyish, and her eye contacts had been outlawed so she now wore ghastly glasses which covered half her face. After this sabotage of her looks the orphanage claimed that she was incomparable and then sent her to Witchitaw Boarding School. This maybe lasted an hour or two because Anna broke her arm while playing painting (don’t ask me how) and was immediately sent to the hospital where grouchy old Weinstien, the janitor of the hospital, took her in unfortunate as it was. And now the steady tick of the clock mixed with the beating of the rain reminded Anna of how crazy the last weeks had been. She wondered how long Mr. Weinstien would last and if her stay here may end up being pleasant or at least educational.
sarah your story is good and it is really creative and original. I mean how could you have come up with that? but I agree with julie that it is a little confusing because of punctuation and whatnot.
Julie your story is good also, I like your analogies and descriptions.
I would greatly enjoy reading more on both of your stories!
Hey Joe your story wasa very interesting.... I enjoyed all the unique writing but was a little lost at times. Yeah good job overall.
I think this website has lost its touch:(
What if it never snowed? What if little kids never had the enjoyment of sledding or building a snowman?? What if there was no such thing as a snow angel? You are about to find out...
"Georgina! Come inside now, honey!" A woman called from an open doorway.
"Fine," Georgina sighed as the blonde haired girl climbed down from her tree fort. Coming through the door, she kicked off her snowboots and pulled her snowpants down.
"Mom, do yout think it's ever going to snow?" she called to her mother as she crossed off yet another day on her calendar. January twelfth and still no snow.
"Oh, honey, I'm sure it will," she said reassuringly to her daughter. "Eventually," she added quietly to herself as Georgina clonked down the stairs to the basement.
"Any snow?" her older sister Pheobe asked, looking up from her homework.
"Not yet," Georgina sighed. She walked across the room to a door on the far side. "If anyone needs me, I'm in my laboratory."
I like the intro, impressive! Its got a nice touch something you;ve never done before.
Sorry I’ve been busy lately with everything but here I am and here is my new story.
Peter Waxlel awoke alone in his room in total despair. His room was shaped like a perfect simple cube with a window split into fourths by the wood cross in the middle with the whitest swaying curtains as if they were in swoon from some beautiful thing they had seen out side the window. But he didn’t notice his dream was the worst thing he had experienced in his life, conscious or not. At first when he slowly rose his eyelids as if it were a leg with a ball chained to it he gently glanced at the ceiling and let go of a long breath he had been holding for quite sometime. The magnificent array of color and light had gradually been fading and draining. Then he felt the worst feeling he had ever felt in his short half lived life... nothing, nothing at all. All the things he once cares for had their appeal cut out. A for once in his life he just didn’t care. He didn’t care about getting a fancy car or a better job. He didn’t care about his appearance his teeth, hair, physic. He didn’t care if he even perused his life dreams like traveling the world and meeting that wonderful girl that would change his life. Or even the girl he currently adored. He didn’t care about eating, he didn’t care about sleeping, and he didn’t care about breathing. For once he did not care. He could have lain in his bed for the rest of his life. In his soft smooth sheets that were now beginning to feel like nothing. And see how his half dark cubical room began to resemble a cage in which he was trapped mentally and physically. Nothing mattered anymore and his thoughts began to scare him. So he tried to think of all the girls and objects even his old neglected house that birthed so many warm memories and felt nothing. And when the room shrunk and all the colors faded into black and white he saw a line. A beautiful but simple black line on a white peace of paper. It constantly grew longer and a little bit longer. And as it grew he forgot. And soon all he thought heard smelled tasted was the big black line. After what seemed like a year to him he began to realize he was standing on it and moving like it was a treadmill then empty black and white buildings rose up and he could see they were all the same but all different and empty. And then he saw the most amazing thing in his life a new building that arose it was taller than the rest and was covered in something he couldn’t explain a new color just the idea of a new color that you cant describe was mind-blowing to him and so he stepped of the solid line that had now seemed like a road and walked towards the house. And as he came closer he says the house was covered in cracks but he could not see through the cracks as if they were a chunk of outer space. He tried to make out the shape of a door from all there conjoining cracks and he did but there was only one crack for the door knob. Then he thought if he house could rise from the ground then he could at least fit his hand into the crack. He was right it went right through he pulled the door and it easily opened put there was nothing there but that strange solid color. then he shut it and opened it again over and over expecting different results which is the definition of insanity and he soon realized this and stepped back from the door disgusted in himself but a new thought came and slammed into his mind...Knock... so he knocked very firmly and sincere three times only to not be annoying but so one would get the point. And the door opened sincerely not to fast but not slow either and he could see the knob or should I say crack turn as it opened. He stepped into the house without fear and now filled with curiosity him human side got to him and he now wanted to know everything. but the room was empty but he still shut the door behind him again he did something that would be crazy in his societies majority by saying Hello and once again got an answer which came out of every wall ceiling and floor of the house in a deep but gentle voice saying Hello? He asked why do I fell nothing in my world and where has all the feeling that has been sucked out of it gone? I'll tell you said the voice.......
What do you think?
Do want to here more?
Hello I am a friend of Clide Whensley and he asked me if I would like to post stories on this blog since I am writer and write stories of all sorts.
I will post my latest story as soon as I can. See ya!
CLide, Im sorry that i did not comment on your story sooner, i been kinda busy. I liked your descriptions, but was a little confused. Was the black line and the building part of his dream, or was it figuratively speaking. I liked all the similes and your word chioce is good, you might want to clarify some things.
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