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Chapter 3

Jeremy POV
Every thing was getting dizzy, I didn’t understand any thing that happened at the house, all I know is Uncle John is dead, there’s two Elena’s and I’m turning.
I could here the car running things were heightened. I could here all the gears moving to a rhythm. Elena was breathing hard I could feel her body heat radiating off of her.
“Elena, I need it now या its over.” My throat was dry I turned towards Elena and could see her veins flowing with blood. Every thing then went black.”

Elena’s POV
I pulled the car over and took a deep breath. The last time I did this I almost drove Stefan to insanity. I could feel myself sweating. I pulled my hair out of my face. I looked over a Jeremy to find his body stiff and motionless.
I threw off my जैकेट and pulled him closer to me. I held my wrist to his lips he didn’t और at all. I flung my head in fury. I remember throwing a घर made first add kit in the दस्ताना, दस्ताने compartment. I ripped the door off and searched for something sharp. I found a pare of small medical scissors.
I cut my arm fast it stung but nothing mattered but saving Jeremy.
I held my arm back to his lips. His lips twitched a little with in a few सेकंड्स his mouth was opening and blood was slowly dripping in.
He grabbed my arm and pulled it closer. He was clinging to tight my arm was starting to change colors. “Jeremy let go for a few मिनटों we need to get to the Salvatore’s I can’t do that with आप clinging to my arm.
He slowly let go and sat back into his seat. His eyes were shut and he was breathing I knew he was dead.
I turned the car on and stomped on the gas. I few into drive way I turned the car off and ran to Jeremy.
Stefan and Damon were to my side in seconds. “Are आप two just going to stand there या help?” Damon put his hands softly around my waist and pushed me aside.
Both Damon and Stefan lifted Jeremy up without any effort and brought him into the house.
They laid him on the सोफ़ा, सोफे and turned to me. “What’s going on, I thought आप were going to the hospital to see how Caroline was doing not to bring him?” Damon asked.
My arms were crossed tears were slowly running down my eyes. I turned slowly around to them. “One world, Katherine.” They looked at each other in almost confusion and shock.
I sat them down and told them the whole story.

Damon’s POV
Elena explained every thing down to the finest detail. “So आप don’t प्यार me?” She rolled her eyes not in annoyance but in sorrow. She walked up to me with tears still running down her cheeks. “Damon I do प्यार you, not many people realize what good things you’ve done. Yes I may not प्यार आप the way आप want me to प्यार आप but… I do प्यार you.”
Her tears started to flow fast down her cheeks. I grabbed her and pulled her close around me. Her head sank into my chest as she cried. I leaned my head lightly on चोटी, शीर्ष of hers and hugged her tight. “It’s okay, everything going to be okay. I promise both Stefan and I will make sure nothing happens to you.”
I looked up at Stefan who was checking on Jeremy.
An घंटा later Jeremy started stirring on the couch, Elena instantly ran over to him. “Jeremy are आप feeling okay?”

Jeremy’s POV
I blinked a few times while things came to focuses. The first thing I saw was Elena kneeling beside me. Every fine detail was coming to. रंग were brighter things were finer.
“Um… ya feeling great. A little different but great.” I sat up felling a little stiff.
Elena’s POV
We got Jeremy up and well to go home. Stefan had got a few blood bags to hold him off while we were at home.
Jeremy went to the car to first. “Thank आप guys.” Stefan hugged me and gave me a sweet किस goodnight. “I’m going to see if I can find anything about Katherine I’ll be up in my room. “I प्यार आप Stefan.” He smiled. “I प्यार आप too.” And then he walked up stairs.
I hugged Damon and smiled at him. “Thanks again.” he smiled and kissed the चोटी, शीर्ष of my hand.
I walked out the door and shut it silently. I stood in front of it taking a breath.
Slowly I was down the stairs and to the car. Someone grabbed my arm and flung me around. It was Damon I wasn’t sure how I knew but I did. He held me tight, tighter then Stefan ever had and kissed me. I wasn’t sure how to respond. I should be pushing him away but I didn’t want to.
He pulled his soft lips away and leaned his forehead to mine. “Now tell me आप don’t truly प्यार me they way आप प्यार Stefan.”
I stood there still unmoving as he walked back inside.

Katherine’s POV
I was sitting up against the side of the Salvatore house listening to Elena’s little pathetic story. Of course Damon and Stefan believed every word of it. Even caught a glimpse of that little kiss. Maybe I’ll pay a little visit to the boys.

Damon’s POV
I leaned up against the door knowing what I did was wrong. I thought she’d push away but she didn’t was it possible that she did have feelings for me?
“Damon we’ve got trouble, she’s been every where with us.” “Very good Stefan, आप always were the smarter brother, well in ways. Did आप miss me?” Katherine stood leaning against the दीवार smiling that smile she’s had since the दिन I met her.
She look just like Elena and but Elena had beauty not even Katherine could hold.    
posted by CheeryDavis
Hi, so this is my first story put on here! It's in poem style so i thought what the सूखी घास, घास i'll post it! so here it is:

the sky turns black and gray
all the color withers away
but in your arms i will stay
come what may

the lights could dim
the sky could fall
the world could stand still
but your arms are all i can feel
and in them i will stay
come what may

the waves come crashing
pulling me into the deep
but your arms are all i can feel washing over me
and as आप pull me up and hold me close
i know that आप will never let go
in your arms i will stay come what may

the sky shines bright for the first time is...
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posted by iluvtheshow
I remember the दिन I fell in love.
Not just simple love.
No, this was head over heels, I'd die for आप love.
I remember where I fell in love.
A small middle school in a small town.
A place आप could easily miss.
I remember the my matchmaker.
A short women, but with और आग then आप could ever imagine.
और passion for what she does then I had ever seen.
I remember my girlfriends who were with me.
My athletic, sassy, fun-loving chicks.
My flirting consultants.
I remember him.
Good God, he was beautiful.
Yes, I remember the दिन I fell in love.
True Love.
Head over heels love.
With..................
Basketball.

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This is dedicated to my first real बास्केटबाल, बास्केटबॉल, बास्केट बॉल coach. She taught me not just how to play basketball, but how to be part of a team. I have so much respect for her and I know I should thank her everyday for helping me fall in love. For Coach Joy.
posted by CullensFinest13
आप hurt me I hope आप die I cant belive I trusted आप I cant belive I loved आप I cant belive I stayed up and worried that आप wouldnt call. I cant belive that i loved आप i trusted आप and cared for you. im tired of आप its time i let आप go but your always there आप wont leave me alone...its time for आप to leave so never come back walk out of my life i am going to lock my door and never let आप back in stay out so i can be happy आप need आप need to die let me live my own life आप shouldnt be controlling me anymore im not property im a human and i dont belong to the likes of you, आप were...
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posted by vampiress015
I presuming we all joined this spot 'cos we प्यार to write, right? If so then आप all know what I'm talking about when I say that we all प्यार our main characters and sometimes want to make them the best people in the world.

B-O-R-I-N-G

Yes, we want to make our main character gets the best out of the story, since it's their story. But if they're the best people in the world it doesn't really make them believable and then the reader just doesn't care about them (which is hard to understand cos we as the writer प्यार em, but unfortunantley it's true)

So here is my step-by-step guide to make sure that...
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posted by Sweet_Pants
Just a poem. I hope it isn't much of a bother to rate.

I dream of all things

Uncertain of dark deeds and pasts

Within these thoughts as dark as sea

When once those wings of black

Hung over all

Shadowing but of the wretched white

That blinds me of all beauty.

I dream of all things

From happiness to highs

Let down these pills

या I’m gone, retreat inside my mind

Where none but the darkest thoughts

Swallowing twilight

I dream of all things

From the stories told द्वारा hidden scars

Unable to दिखाना themselves

Under this intense scrutiny

That makes up this world’s attire

To the times that I could be happy

Without a drug to create

The much-needed illusion...


I dream of all things
No matter of their contents
Because, well,
Nightmares are still dreams.
posted by mrs-mindfreak
I decided to do a story where I put my iPod on shuffle and start writing. Lucky for me, all the songs were basically sad या angry music. So this is what I came up with :)

The rain pattered on the windows drowsily, drowning out Alana’s choking sobs. She sat in her प्रिय wooden rocker, and buried her face in her hands miserably. Her black hair clung to her sweaty face. Her clammy palms were wet from tears. She never wanted to हटाइए from that spot again. Although she was filled with irrevocable remorse, she felt comfortable there. No one in the house, rain falling softly outside, and just...
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‘You shouldn't have shot the dog.’ That single thought reverberated inside my head, knocking from side to side, smashing at the sides of my skull until I had to put my hands to my temples in a futile attempt to stop the pain. The man sitting अगला to me took a swig of his whiskey, the glass bottle knocking against his yellowed and rotten teeth. His other hand held onto the steering wheel, maneuvering the car down the winding and deserted stretch of highway. I leaned my head against the cool glass of the passenger side window, willing my head to stop pounding. From the radio, the soft strains...
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 The Writer Behind the Words
The Writer Behind the Words
Luck has little to do with link. A long lasting लेखन career doesn’t just happen. A writer can burst onto the scene and quickly disappear. Another can have a series of hits then write a bunch of flops and never be heard from again. The difference between a long lasting career and one that burns out is strategy. Here are seven rules to help आप find the right strategy for आप and get आप started on your journey to long lasting success.

Learn the power of focus. For most of us, we have और than enough to do on a daily basis. And when it comes to any लेखन project the सूची can grow exponentially-...
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The fragrance of scotch pine and blue सजाना is pungent in the air, amplified द्वारा the heat of late June. या so आप think it is June. This place feels oddly void of time. आप open your eyes to see a sun hazed over द्वारा stratus clouds. From all angles आप spy familiar wooden structures.
You are back.

You sit up with your legs tucked under your bottom and bask in the estival air and all of the scents that waft within it. आप furrow your brows, thinking that it is not as clean as before. Even so, the place hums with earthy energy. A stronger gust of wind picks up the hem of your कमीज, शर्ट and flutters...
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posted by Epismatic
The Man With No Eyes Collection (3): Mask




When the curtain rises, all is forgiven.

I’ll brush it all off with a movie-star smile,

A genuine laugh, but my eyes must be hidden,

The truth they contain is considered too vile.

My voice is a song that will play through your ears,

And invite आप to dance to the sound of my tune,

I take a bow, deeply, and drink in your cheers,

I’ll always remain here,

You’ll come see me soon.

A new दिन is dawning,

“Quick, put on your mask!”

And hurry outside, meet the crowd.

“Where’ve आप been?”

With fanciful जवाब to all that आप ask,

I’ll always wait here for...
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posted by WritingBookWorm
So, one of my New’s Years Resolutions this साल it to write more. So, I decided to make this:

The goal is to write something every day.

Starting on the 31st of January, every दिन there is a vague word, idea, object, question, statement या anything. आप can take it anyway आप want.

Then each दिन आप should write what it tells आप too या something inspired द्वारा it. Whether it be a poem, a small scene, a character description, journal entry, short story या even just one really well crafted sentence.

Even if the prompt confuses you, या आप have no ideas just write something! It’s a great exercise...
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This guide was inspired द्वारा a सवाल recently पोस्टेड द्वारा link on this spot. The user was looking for ways to put a twist on fairytales. I began to write an answer, but my answer soon developed into an article. So here it is.

Note that these aren't specifically for fairytales; they can be used on any old, well-known stories. After listing some ideas on how आप can put a twist on such stories, I'll give a few examples of फिल्में that have done used one या और of these ideas.

1. Swap the genders of the traditional characters.
Do any of the characters behave especially "typical" for their gender?...
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posted by floraisbest1
Ms. Farogonda asked for the winx to come down to her office. when the winx reached ms. farogonda's office she told them that diana wants to speak wth one of you. she didnt tell me who but she told me to pick two extras. ms. farogonda can i go, bloom asked her. flora will be going along with musa and aisha ms farogonda told them. hmph bloom pouted, can we at least go with them bloom कहा quikly. fine all of आप girls can go and im bringing the specialist. ok stella कहा in a sing song voice. lets go कहा the winx. they met the RF boys outside and went in the owl. winx: WINX BELIEVIX
AT THE वीरांगना, अमेज़न
flora: let's get going
aisha: see ya winx
bloom: meet back here in an घंटा k
ok bloom musa said
( diana appears in front of them)
GUARDS take them away
what??!
(to be continued)
posted by LunaNotLoony
Anna flicked the T.V from channel to channel, bored: there was nothing worth watching. Sighing, she left the news on and flopped back on the sofa, not really intending to listen.
'The war in Iraq-.'
'Oh no, आप don't,' Anna muttered, grabbing the remote. Her Dad had joined the army after her Mum had died of an overdose. Anna didn't really blame him, she'd have got out of the house as fast as possible too if she was an adult. The whole house was contaminated with the memories of Mum, of her laugh, of her accident... suicide... whatever it was. Even so, Anna missed Dad like it was painful. She'd...
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posted by Ichigo127
An Amuto one-shot
hope आप enjoy!

‘You know, Amu…,’ he was sitting there again, on the ledge of the window, staring wistfully outside. ‘All of them think you’re gone. But I know better. आप are alive, I know it. Somewhere out there, you’re thinking about me too, aren’t you?’
He was talking again, talking to the moon. ‘You’ll never admit it but आप have already fallen for me,’ he smirked at the moon. No, not the moon. It was Amu’s blushing face that he saw and it was her voice that he heard, ‘Shut up!’ he didn’t know it was the echo of his memories because he thought...
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A shadowy figure silently brushed the silken curtains aside as she slipped through the open window and stepped into the dark chamber. Passing a small तालिका, टेबल and a bed, the लोमड़ी, फॉक्स quickly headed towards a cabinet that stood against the far wall.
Beaded necklaces hung above a oval mirror that was set in the center. Her eyes rested on a miniature strongbox half hidden behind the mirror.
Paying no heed to the deafening clatter coming from the oblivious guest downstairs, she skillfully picked the tiny lock and raised the lid. It was hard to tell what was what in the darkness, so she emptied it into...
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posted by Ichigo127
Yo! this is the first poem i wrote with a sane mind xD do tell me if आप like it =)

Tears,
a combination of helplessness and anger,
a combination of joy and gratitude.
what different meanings it holds!
sometimes of love,
sometimes of hate.
with what different feelings we cry!
but those tears are the same.
they dwell inside the eye,
ready to attack,
the peace of our heart.
to flood the face,
with undoubted प्यार and care,
with undoubted anger and hate,
with undoubted pain and despair.
pain? yes, and despair too!
the breakdown of our heart,
the dawn of the truth,
leading to flood the face,
with our sentiments undoubted.
Act like you're not
okay when आप are and
that आप are when you're
not. Run barefoot in
the snow. Stand out
in the rain for an hour
and think about anything
and everything आप can.

Fall in प्यार with
riddles and things that
aren't real and the
way some stars
shine. Cry when
you realize that life is
just one big sham and write
one hundred cliché poems
about it, and then write one
that आप actually mean.

Use profanity. Be the
one fucking introvert
in a room full of
extroverts and scream
shit just for the fun of
it. निगलना, निगल, निगल संकलन every goddamn
metaphor आप ever dreamed
of and write them down
with your own blood.

Eulogize...
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Hi Everyone!
I've been working on a book for a while now. Im not gona post all of it at the same time, but I Will post the Prologue. Please tell me what आप think! I invite constructive criticism to make it better! THX!


Prologue
    “Tanya! I don’t understand what’s so different about this kid! He’s done nothing to make me see him as special!” Tanya glowered at her obnoxious boyfriend. “Don’t आप see?” She कहा icily, “He isn’t like us!” Virgil and Tanya looked at there new child. He wiggled around in his पालना and giggled happily. The child crabbed...
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What do आप want from me?
A tortured body?
A broken soul?

What do आप expect to happen?
As आप kick me down
As आप rip me apart

Tell Me!!!!!!!!!!

What do आप want to happen?
As I close my eyes
And take my last breath

I कहा I would stay
Till I took my last moment
But now I'm leaving
A victim no more

I lived with your love
The प्यार आप showed with your fist
I died because of that love
Your प्यार was only Hate

Now someone else will take my place
Will live with your kind of love
Now someone else will receive your lies
Will know your treachery

What did I expect?
That you'd change?
That you'd learn to love?

What did I ever...
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