Post by Risingstorm on Dec 17, 2010 23:03:57 GMT -6
hi. umm, i was wondering if i could join writing club? i love writing...so yeah. Do i need to post an example or something? If so, heres part of a piece ive been working on...im just gonna copy and paste it from the word document...so yeah.
There was a faint, muffled scream from a diffrent room. I froze. There was a voice, shouting. Urgent and demanding.
"Where is she? Where is she!" The voice shouted. "Tell me where she is!"
There was a softer, frightened voice. "I-I don't know! I-I swear!" The other voice, filled with fear, stammered.
I quickly jumped from my bed. I slipped on some clothes, all black, so I could hide, brushed out my dark brown hair, the whole time careful not to make a sound. I walked over to my dresser and pulled open the top drawer. In the very back, hidden at the bottom, there was a small, six inch knife. I didn't know specificaly what type of knife it was, my sister told me it was a switchblade, specially designed like a pocket knife, but I didn't really care. As long as it would protect me, I was fine with it. I pulled out the knife and stuffed it in the pocket of my dark jeans. I heard a crash, my guess over by the front door. I waited a moment, heard the gruff voice yelling, high pitched screams.
I slipped out of my room and into the room one door down. I darted to the side of the bed, and lifted the covers. Bailey nearly screamed. I caught her mouth first. I told her to be quiet, everything would be alright, it's going to be okay. I turned away and blocked the door as she got dressed, also in all black, and quickly combed through her soft brown hair. I looked around her room, painted a pretty lavender, everything in order, surprisingly clean for an eight year old's room. The room reminded me of a meadow surrounded by a forest, filled with wildflowers. It matched her personality.
She tapped my shoulder. I turned, and she nodded. Together, we walked over to the window. I unlatched it, then climbed out. She hung her legs over the side. I held my arms out, ready to catch her. She held on to the window, then jumped, pulling it shut behind her. I caught her and set her gently on the ground.
"Guess California didn't work out too well, did it?" I asked her, trying to calm her down.
"It never works out wherever we go, Miranda." She replied in her soft voice.
"It will this time. I'm going to take us somewhere safe. Somewhere they won't find us." I reasured her.
We continued, switching between walking and jogging, leaving everything and everyone we knew and loved behind. Again.
Its a bit long, i know, but i had to find a place that was reasonable to stop, so...yeah. yeah, so when you or somebody reads this, please tell me if i can join!
There was a faint, muffled scream from a diffrent room. I froze. There was a voice, shouting. Urgent and demanding.
"Where is she? Where is she!" The voice shouted. "Tell me where she is!"
There was a softer, frightened voice. "I-I don't know! I-I swear!" The other voice, filled with fear, stammered.
I quickly jumped from my bed. I slipped on some clothes, all black, so I could hide, brushed out my dark brown hair, the whole time careful not to make a sound. I walked over to my dresser and pulled open the top drawer. In the very back, hidden at the bottom, there was a small, six inch knife. I didn't know specificaly what type of knife it was, my sister told me it was a switchblade, specially designed like a pocket knife, but I didn't really care. As long as it would protect me, I was fine with it. I pulled out the knife and stuffed it in the pocket of my dark jeans. I heard a crash, my guess over by the front door. I waited a moment, heard the gruff voice yelling, high pitched screams.
I slipped out of my room and into the room one door down. I darted to the side of the bed, and lifted the covers. Bailey nearly screamed. I caught her mouth first. I told her to be quiet, everything would be alright, it's going to be okay. I turned away and blocked the door as she got dressed, also in all black, and quickly combed through her soft brown hair. I looked around her room, painted a pretty lavender, everything in order, surprisingly clean for an eight year old's room. The room reminded me of a meadow surrounded by a forest, filled with wildflowers. It matched her personality.
She tapped my shoulder. I turned, and she nodded. Together, we walked over to the window. I unlatched it, then climbed out. She hung her legs over the side. I held my arms out, ready to catch her. She held on to the window, then jumped, pulling it shut behind her. I caught her and set her gently on the ground.
"Guess California didn't work out too well, did it?" I asked her, trying to calm her down.
"It never works out wherever we go, Miranda." She replied in her soft voice.
"It will this time. I'm going to take us somewhere safe. Somewhere they won't find us." I reasured her.
We continued, switching between walking and jogging, leaving everything and everyone we knew and loved behind. Again.
Its a bit long, i know, but i had to find a place that was reasonable to stop, so...yeah. yeah, so when you or somebody reads this, please tell me if i can join!
