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An idea popped into my head the other hari and its been playing like a little movie in my head ever since. I really need to know if its any good, atau if the idea has already been used. Also I need Nasihat for the characters and their names. I also appreciate constructive criticism and grammar and spelling. The names are temporary. I've never written a book that is completely in the present tense so please help me catch any tense mistakes! Um, oh yeah. It doesn't have a tajuk yet so if anda have any suggestions just let me know!

(: Thanks!
-Carly

The story is jumbled a bit. It is because the characters are experiencing tough times and can't think straight, so since they tell it, the story is a little jumpy.

Here is a a short pratonton of the 1st chapter to an unnamed story in the making along with a summary of the book.

"Good morning," I hear the principal say as she does every day. Normally, I would politely respond to that with a "Thank anda Mrs. Monrale, anda too," but today I am pissed. How can she say that?! It was awful of her to say such a thing! It is most definitely not a good morning, I mutter to myself as she is all the way down the hallway now.

I pace around, taking a long route to my locker where, as always, the two cheerleaders on either side of my locker are cheerfully chatting. Normally I would say "Excuse me," but today I'm not normal. I can't bring myself to say WHY I'm so abnormal today. I'm not ready to get into that yet. Today is awful, life is just a dismay, people are always in your way, the principal is disgusting, the cheerleaders are horrid, and I am mad - mad at everyone and everything, everywhere.


That is a pratonton of chapter one, in the the female protagonist, Josepheenah's point of view.


Here is a summary of the whole book:

Ever since Josepheenah berkata the words "I wish you'd just die, Eli," she has never stopped regretting them. Jo and Eli really got along until he decided to fall in Cinta with her. He loved the pool of brown in her eyes and the black mess of hair that she had always hated. Eli found her laugher to be Muzik to his ears. Her voice was melodic and always on key. Jo always knew what to say to him, until she says the last words Eli ever heard her say. She took none of this seriously. But Eli would do anything Jo wanted. They were at her house at the time, so when Jo got up to get them a snack, he gave her what she asked for. Jo comes back to messages written on her mirror in blood, and balled up Cinta notes Eli never had the guts to give to her. Read the novel to get the story from both sides, and how everything turns out in the end.

Thanks for helping me out! x :)
posted by whitelion
your smile, your eyes, your voice
as if anda gave me a choice
everything about anda i loved
all other feelings aside i shoved

on your every word i hung
and even among
a crowd, only anda i see
nowhere else i would rather be

these feelings for you, that are kept inside
i can no longer hide
everything about anda i admire
anda are all i desire

so kind, so sweet, so passionate
everytime our eyes met
my hati, tengah-tengah would race
while looking at your smiling face

full of buety, life, and joy
with my emotions anda play like a toy
like a wild beast, my emotions cannot be tame
and i don't even know your name
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added by ZekiYuro
added by sideshowbobbart
Calling all writers!
Are anda an artist with your words? Do anda like to write? I know I do. "So anda Think anda Can Write" is a contest for people who would answer the same as me.

Basic Rules & Guidelines
1. Your entry MUST be telah dihantar to this spot as an article. If it is entered in any other section it will NOT be accepted.

2. Your entry MUST be original/written sejak you. If anybody helped you, please credit them.

3. Your entry must be properly key-worded and titled.
a. A proper title: "[username here]'s SYTYCW Entry - [season and year] - [category/type of literature]"
ex. If I entered a poem,...
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added by storylover
If someone told you...
Life's like a rollercoaster,
Don't waste the ride.
Live it up all the way,
because today's your last day
What would anda do?

Would anda cry a little, scream a little, think it's all pretend.
atau go into silence until the very end...
Would anda Cinta the ones anda hate the most atau be the person anda hide?
Would anda pretend that you're ok but really scream inside?

Would anda try and keep the sun from setting as your last hari ends?
Knowing you'll never see it rise...
Tomorrow I'll be somewhere else anda say as anda close your eyes.
posted by Cinders
Exercise: Sleep Deprivation: 4:00AM Tuesday October 7, 2008*

The black spiders of mania are crawling over my brain, searching for a plump place to sink their pincers into. It’s been four days. I haven’t left the house for anything, not even a tuna sandwich. The angkasa in my katil is empty, indented, as if something used to rest there, but I’m beginning to forget lebih and lebih what that may have been. Maybe it was a coffin, its contents shaken, risen, defeated, dazed, meandering around with its arms stretched out and a dull expression on its face as it mutters something indecipherable that...
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posted by t_direction
So, this is a kind of short story that I wrote one evening when I was just bored out of my mind. Please tell your opinion, feel free to criticize, it is much appreciated =)
Thanks ^_^



The voices buzzed inside my head, making me feel dizzy. I couldn't help but hold onto the katil post for support. In a state of exhaustion, I collapsed on the katil with a sigh. The voices never let me sleep. They were like many people were talking all at once, screaming all at once.

Madness, rage, worry, sadness were the emotions that those voices gave off. I couldn't understand a word of what the people were saying,...
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posted by madening_mahem
who am I ?
what can I do?
I'm self-centered, self-induldged, self-absorbed, hateful, short-tepered, implusive, in a complete state of denial, confused and lonely, yet I don't try to think.
a creature of the night
a princess of darkness
I long for light
colors
but all is midnight
and my only companions are the moon and the darkness
thought it comforts me when no one can
I wish to be out of darkness for once
to be clear, understood, unquestioned, and loved.
but who am I to ask for this?
who am I to want this?
is that what makes me human?
why?
all I want to know is why?
posted by Fyrwenn
Change

The way I feel has changed
When we met I was a fool, thought
You weren’t gonna treat me like a tool
I tell myself that I care ‘bout you
But deep inside I know we’re through.

Change is never easy
But what am I supposed to do?
I can’t sit around, cry and wait for you,


I guess we were too naive
Believing it would work
Why didn’t I see,
that anda were such a jerk?


Change is never easy
But what am I supposed to do?
I can’t sit around, cry and wait for you

In the future we might get another chance
Maybe, it was just a short romance
Then what I’m feeling is really wrong
I felt I had to write this...
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Swing, Batter, Batter, Swing!
Putting my weight on my right foot, the foot closest to the catcher. Leaning back re-gripping my bat. I watched as that black haired pitcher powered up her pitch, rocking back and forth on her heals, taking in her sarung tangan now to her side and starting the wind-up. 'This is it,' I thought to myself, now taking the best grip on my bat, 2 balls and 2 strikes have passed sejak this plate and I am not letting this pitcher strike me out, atau walk me! I got ready the ball was realeased, and I heard the 'ump' say "Ball Outside".
I stepped out of the batters box, and took a couple...
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posted by samuraibond005
Yaouta lived on a farm in Missouri, he had only recently graduated high school, had a pilot's license, and even a couple of airplanes used in war. He had an old A6M zero that belonged to his rich father, grandfather, and his great grandfather before him. His father was assassinated sejak a rival corporation (His father owned a wealthy publishing corporation) and the corporation decided to target his family afterward. 5 black cars pulled up in his front yard, though the yard was big enough to hold just about 10 times as much. Yaouta's younger brother, who was 15 at the time, walked out to greet...
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