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(Time Writing) 14
(Age Range) 25-34
(Genre) real life interactive poetry

chloe johnston


Posted: oct 14, 2001

my story will be a fantasy story

(Time Writing) 3 years
(Age Range) -12
(Genre) Fantasy

Jon Newkirk


Posted: sep 09, 2001

ME

Look at me
Am I the one to be
Speak to me
How could it be
Feel me
Is it were you want to be
Take a chance with me
Am all I can be
Don't break me
Let me be
Would you believe me
Guess what I know to be
You can take all of me
Cause I'll be
Now that you found me
I'll be
It's going to be you and me
Cause I'll be
Me

(Age Range) 19-24
(Genre) Comedy

justin chandler


Posted: feb 16, 2001

Literary Writing
Short Story
English IV
2-14-01

The Insanity of Sanity

“Jason!”
“what…” Jason asks lazily.
“I’ve asked you four times this morning you know very well WHAT!” screams his mother.
“OK, OK I’m getting up.”
“Don’t forget you have to work today.”
With that Jason rolls out of bed slowly and intently tries to shake off the sleep. Having failed with his previous attempt he decides a cool shower would do the trick. As he enters the bathroom Jason turns the cold full blast and the hot about a quarter turn.
“That ought to do it” he says to himself.
As Jason disrobes and enters the spray, a stinging fountain that no sane man would refer to as cool greets him. The spray is like that of a slap in the face from a long forgotten friend. Each drop drowning each cell into consciousness as he slowly awakens from his zombie like state. Recalling the many years of experience Jason utters to himself “That always does the trick”. Jason, a young man of 23, continues to live with his mother to keep her company. His father had died when he was a mere boy of seventeen, but with his mother’s help finished. He high school, found a good paying job, and now supports the both of them in their memory filled home. Although he doesn’t show it, not a day goes by without an avalanche of memories related to his father and the times they used to have. In a way he surrounds himself with his work in a feeble attempt to drown out these once happy times.
As Jason puts on his hat, with the symbol of his prison workplace, he is now ready for work. Kissing his mother, he left the house without another word or gesture, barely giving her time to say farewell.
“That boy, I swear I would give up everything just to see him smile again” says his mother wishfully.
As Jason travels to work he speeds by friends waving hello, but retorting with nothing more than a slight nod. He passes by what was once his favorite eatery without a flinch or memory of things long ago. However in the distance his place of work grows as he nears and a slight smirk grows on Jason’s face.
While Jason is entering the dark and cold building you can see a distinctive grin twitch it’s way into existence. After clocking himself in for work he hears his name shouted out.
“What?” he says still housing the grin.
“We’ve got another one down here in Cell 6!” shouted an anonymous employee. Without another word Jason unsheathes his gun and kills a man still lying in his filthy bed.
“I shall not tolerate the lazy!” shouts Jason as he is dragged away by his fellow employees. Jason is a boy of good upbringing but with the twitching beginnings of a smirk to what is now a full blown smile he has lost all of that. Only laughter matters now. Images flood through his brain from days long past and it seems as though his normal world has driven him to a place far beyond the edge. Jason’s eyes are dilated and blank, but his smile and laughter live on. It is a laughter that echoes throughout your mind, infectious, driving you insane as well. If only mother could see his smiling face now.

Keli


Posted: feb 15, 2001

I am a young and talented lady. I am working full time and attending college full-time.

(Time Writing) Since I was 9
(Age Range) 19-24
(Genre) Comedy

Ashley Woolard


Posted: feb 04, 2001

Our Hearts
Our hearts in love with each other,
Our hearts connecting making one.
Your heart being the other half of what mine needs,
My heart no longer bleeds.
Always crying at night,
Tears wetting my pillow,
Aching for someone to hold me tight.
My pillow is no longer wet,
Now at night I can smile
and remember the day we first met.
My heart you can have if you will let me give it to you

(Time Writing) 2 years
(Age Range) 16-18
(Genre) Romance

Ashley Woolard


Posted: feb 04, 2001

Our Hearts
Our hearts in love with each other,
Our hearts connecting making one.
Your heart being the other half of what mine needs,
My heart no longer bleeds.
Always crying at night,
Tears wetting my pillow,
Aching for someone to hold me tight.
My pillow is no longer wet,
Now at night I can smile
and remember the day we first met.
My heart you can have if you will let me give it to you

(Time Writing) 2 years
(Age Range) 16-18
(Genre) Romance

Balle_rina


Posted: jan 03, 2001

I am a mother of 4 Self taught Artist.
I write Love Poetry and Short stories.
I enjoy reading,classical music. The
quite.I am now in the process of writing
a Book for children. The title is The Frogs and The Raining
Unbrellas.


~~~Loves Endear-ment~~~

These are words meant to
be...
Spoken from the heart.
Shining are your eyes
to mine...
In which we both can see...
Lips for you,
to say you love me...
me too.
Generous as a cool breeze.
That blows upon my mind
Gentle as new fallen rain
Kind as a child smiles with
glee...
These are my thoughts that,
set my soul free!

Copy-right By,Rena L.Erickson

(Time Writing) Since I was in grade school
(Age Range) 35-44
(Genre) Romance

John Kelly


Posted: oct 11, 2000

I would like to learn to write. I live to read but have a hard time putting my thoughts down on paper. That is all I want to do. There are a lot of things on my mind, and some of these things, I don't want certain people to know about. That is where this comes in.

(Time Writing) I dont know
(Age Range) 19-24
(Genre) Mystery

Maureen


Posted: sep 23, 2000

The Past, The Present, and the Unfortunate Future.
By: Maureen Elaine Shanburn

Walking through her old house gave Jasmine chills that ran from her head to her toes. She hadn't been in this house for almost fifteen years.

"It's about time I faced my past. I must know what happened all those years ago." she said to herself.

Jasmine walked down the hall on the rotten wooden floor with the wall's paint peeling and the ceiling falling, towards her old bedroom. With her long blonde hair flowing and her peircing blue eyes shining with fear she stopped at her old doorway. Her door still had the no entering sign on the door, although it was a pukish green now, rather than the bright green she had come to know as a young child.

Jasmine could only stare at her peeling door. She couldnt bere to go in. Not after what happened to everyone in the house that night. The only survivor was herself. To live with the sounds that haunted her every night of her life. The sounds that called to her every night, begging her to come back...to face her horrible past.

Jasmine fell to the floor in tears with her hands covering her ears in hopes of blocking out the terrible sounds. The sounds that would show her her fate. The sounds of cold-blood murder...

Once Jasmine was finally able to stop crying she stared at her bedroom door. The memories flooded through her head, but she refused to turn back. It's time I learned what happened, she thought, it's time I stop running!

She placed her pale shaky hand on the doorknob and slowly turned it. She closed her eyes and pushed open the door. A putried smell came out that made her gag. She took out her handkerchief and covered her nose to block out the smell.

Slowly she opened her eyes and walked into her bedroom. The pretty pink wall paper with daisy border was still there intact. Her stuffed animals were arranged neatly on the bed as they had been left. Nothing looked as though it had been touched since that horrible night.

Jasmine slowly walked around her room, looking out for any tacks that might be on the floor as they were all the time as a little girl. She was always putting posters up in her room and the tacks never stayed in, they always fell to the floor.

She walked over to her closet while staring at the rest of her room. She grabbed a hold of the knob and turned to look at her closet, but froze when she saw the message on the door. The message the police wanted her to see. The message she couldnt bere to look at.

*FLASHBACK* "Excuse me, Miss, you need to come with us. There was a message left on your closet door that you need to be aware of." The police officer told Jasmine.
"No! I wont come! Cant you understand?! I cant go back, I can never come back now! Not after this! Leave me alone!" Jasmine had screamed at him before running off...never to be seen again in Mascotte.*END OF FLASHBACK*

Jasmine just stared at the message in horror, with her jaw dropped and her hand over her mouth in sheer terror. The message read:

I let you go this time, Jasmine. But you'll be back. I know so. You cant help but come back. The nightmares will haunt you! You cant run from them, you cant hide from them. You'll be back. And when you do come back I'll be here waiting for you....YOUR NEXT!!!

Jasmine fell to the floor about to hit her head when two strong hands grabbed her and held her up. Jasmine gasped and turned around. A man no older than thirty years was standing in front of her. He had dark brown hair, and green eyes, he was very tan as well was he muscular. He was wearing a pair of faded blue jeans and a white muscle shirt. To put it shortly, he was very handsome.

Jasmine pulled away from his grasp and fell back against the closet door then immediatly jumped up from it remembering the message and just stood cautiously in front of the mysterious man, eyes widened in terror.

"Wh...who...who are you?" she finally managed to get out.

"My name is no concern of yours. Your only concern is that I'm going to punish you for what you've done." He replied in a very deep masculant voice.

"Pll...pleease..please sir...don...don't huurt me." she said in a shaky voice.

"Why shouldn't I? After what you have done you deserve more than being killed, you should be slit from navel to nose and left to die slowly and painfully!"

"What did I do to deserve such a severe punishment?!" She pratically screamed.

"You killed them...you killed them all, and now you'll pay!"

"Killed who? I've never killed anyone in my life! Who are you and WHY ARE YOU IN MY HOUSE?!?!" Jasmine screamed more out of terror than rage.

The mysterious man paused and stared at her as if searching for something deep inside of her. Suddenly his face lit up.

"Jasmine...is that you?"

"Who are you and how do you know me?" she replied cautiously.

"Jasmine...I'm Marie's boyfriend...well...used to be anyways." He replied with a sad, far away look on his face.

***FLASHBACK*** Marie was sitting on Jasmines bed talking excitedly while munching on pop corn and trying to paint her toenails.

"Jasmine, I'm met the pefect guy! He has dark brown hair, green eyes, very tan and masculant, oh he's to die for!!!" ***END FLASHBACK***

"You...you knew my sister?"

"Yes, I did, since you were twins I recognized you. Since it's been so long though I didn't see how you were Jasmine. But now I see it. I've been waiting here for fifteen years, hoping you would come back. There's so much you need to know. So much left to tell about the murders."

"What is your name?"

"You mean Marie never told you about me" he asked completely devestated.

"The night before the murder she was talking to me about you, describing you, she never left a name though."

"But we were together almost five months!"

"I'm sorry, that's all I remember."

"Well, there's more important buisness right now, so we'll talk about this later."

"What is it you wanted to tell me?"

"Come with me, I'll show you."

The mysterious boy took Jasmine by the hand and roughly pulled her across the hall to Marie's room. When they walked in the door, he let go of her hand and started to rummage around the room for something.

Jasmine took a look around the room. It was just like her's. Still in the same condition as it was before. Stuffed animals on the bed, trophy's on the dresser, pictures on the wall. Everything was in place, just like before.

"Well, what is it you wanted to tell me?"

"I've been here for fifteen years, and after all this time, I've managed to put the pieces of the puzzle together. See, when the police came, they found no murder weapon did they? I thought it was quite strange they couldnt find any evidence that it WAS a murder either. They couldnt figure anything out, so I stayed here, to piece it together, to find out what happened that night."

"Ok, continue."

The man pulled out a metal block that had an indention of a daggar in it. "You see this? If you were too fill it with water and freeze it, you had a daggar, one that would melt away, an ice daggar. You can kill anyone with it just like a real daggar, only the evidence disappears, it melts into the body."

"Do...do you think that's what was used? And where did you find that?"

The man pulled up a floorboard. "Down here. He must have seen it was loose when he came in here at some point and hid it. It took me four years to find this."

"You never told me your name, sir. I demand to know."

"It is none of your concern."

"Then give me a fake name I may call you by."

"Michael. Now, let me continue, Jasmine." he said with a grin


****FLASHBACK**** "Just shuttup already! I'm sick of your lies! Now tell me why, Marie! TELL ME!"

"Leave me alone, Michael! Just go away! Let me go, Micheal! LET ME GO!!" Marie screamed to the deep voice.***END FLASHBACK***

Jasmine stared at 'Michael' with her eyes wide with fear. 'Michael' turned to face her and saw how frightened she was.

"Jasmine, what's wrong with you? Why are you looking at me like that?" he said still grinning like crazy

"You...you...you killed them! You kill them all! Even Marie!"

'Michael' continued to grin and just stared at her, since he was standing closest to the door her turned around and locked it tight and sealed the window.

"Took you long enough,Jasmine. I knew you would remember me if I said something to jog your memory. After your breakdown the doctors say you lost a lot of your memory, but you remembered it all clearly in the back of your mind. I was waiting to see how long it would take you."

Jasmine looked terrified then shriveled down to the floor against the wall.

"Please dont hurt me. I...I never did anything to you."

"No, but your dear sweet twin did. As did her friends, your mother, and your brother. Everyone but you. You didnt know about me, she kept me secret from you. But everyone else knew, and they shut me out." He said with disgust building up in his throat.

"Wha...what do you mean 'Michael'"?

"I think it's finally time you learned why you're here. See, I knew you'd come, I knew you couldn't stay away from here, so I decided to wait for you, so that you can get what your sister deserved. It's time you understood my full and complete pain."

"I...I...well go ahead, but please dont hurt me..please dont."

"Too late, your family and friends have decided your fate, now you must learn the past, and fear the future."

'Michael' took out some ropes from Marie's closet and tied them tightly around Jasmine's ankels and wrists so she couldn't get away. He picked her up in his muscular arms and placed her comfortably on the bed next to him.

"You see, Jasmine, Marie and I were dating for almost 5 months before her unfortunate 'accident'. Your mother,brother, and all your friends knew who I was, everyone but you. Your sister wanted to have me all to herself she says. But I don't beleive it. I think she just didn't want anymore criticism.

"On October twenty-second I proposed to her, and she accepted it. We were to be wed that Christmas. But there was a problem.

"Your mother disapproved of me upon first glance, as did your brother. They banned Marie from seeing me, which broke my heart in two. Everytime your brother saw us together he would stop us and take her home. Your friends told Marie I was a bad person to be with. I was going to treat her badly, and never love her like she loved me. Eventually she began to beleive it. Everytime I called her she would be busy, I would try to talk to her when I saw her in school, but her friends just pulled her away. She never talked to me anymore.

"One night she called me up and said we shoudn't be seeing each other anymore. That she wanted different things out of life, and that it just wasnt right for us to be together. Then she hung up. I never got the chance to figure it all out, she blocked my number.

"One night I decided to go over to your house. I knocked on the door and no one answered, but I knew she was home. I also knew her parents werent home, I didn't count on your being there, however. See, since you guys live so far away from town, I figured it was a perfect time to see her, if she screamed or yelled, there would be no interupptions, no police, no neighbors. So, I climbed up the ladder near the shed out back to her window, pushed it open, and came in.

"When I got in she was completely naked with another boy on her, also completely naked. I totally lost it, I walked over to the bed and pulled the other guy off of her and since he was smaller than I was I picked him up and threw him out the window. Your sister screamed and tried to cover up her body. While I looked out the window to see if the other guy was dead she managed to get dressed.

"I turned to her and she just screamed in terror. So, I walked over to her and grabbed her by the arms. She kept screaming something like Let me go! I kept asking her to tell me why she did it. Why she had broken our love bond. I started to get so mad at her. Finally she told me, she had fallen in love with another guy. I took out my daggar model that I had in my coat pocket, and put some water in it, put it in her mini freezer, then tied her up like I tied you up.

"I tried to talk things out with her calmly, but all she would do was scream. I didnt like that too much, Jasmine. I wanted to be with her, and if I couldnt have her, I was going to make sure no one else did."

"I dont understand, 'Micheal'. If you loved her why would you want to hurt her?" Jasmine asked.

"I wasnt planning on hurting her physically, just mentally. Take away everyone one she loved that way she would be tramatized for the rest of her life. That way she wouldnt want to love anyone ever again."

"Well, I guess that makes since. Did that mean you planned to kill me too?"

"Actually, no. I wasnt. I was going to use you to make her marry me. Threaten to kill you if she didnt marry me. But that didnt quite work too well."

"Well, anways, continue your story please. I need to know what happens."

"As you wish."

"While she was tied up, I told her what I was going to do to her family, just to get her prepared, so that she wouldnt be shocked when they fell down in front of her, their blood gushing out like water from a hose.

"When your brother finally got home he came upstairs after hearing Marie scream. When he walked in I had the ice daggar ready in my hand and I was behind the door so he couldnt see me. Your sister was frantically trying to point behind the door but couldnt. While your brother tried to untie Marie I closed the door and snuck up behind him and stabbed him in the back. He immediatly fell to the floor without anything but a simple shrill scream.

"Marie started crying hysterically with her eyes widened in fear. I was laughing so hard I felt like I was going to cry. To see the fear in her eyes brought such joy into me, and I wasnt quite sure why.

"I put the daggar back into Marie's little refrigerator to freeze it for my next victim...your mother."

"It took only 2 more minutes before she came home. I wasnt ready yet, my daggar was still a little unfrozen. When she came up the stairs to check on Marie and your brother I trapped her in the room, locked the window, and waited for my daggar. Marie and your mother somewhat cuddled while they awaited her death. When the daggar was finally frozen solid I took it out and stabbed her in the heart right when she was on Marie.

"Marie totally freaked out right then, and I felt another thrill. It was so much fun killing people!

"I noticed Marie was really quiet all of a sudden so I looked over at her. She looked so peacful....like an angel. I felt really bad about what I had done, so I rushed over to her and hugged her then took the gag out of her mouth. I asked her why she was so quiet and she told me you were in your bedroom...alegidly asleep. She could hear everything and probably left to go and get the police.

"For about two seconds I felt very scared, but I quickly got out of that mode. I went into your room and you were jumping out of your window. It was too late for me to come and get you, I would have broken my legs. So I went back into Marie's room, took out my third daggar and twirled it around in my fingers. I walked up to her and kissed her on the lips since there wasnt anything she could do about it. I whispered in her ear that we'd always be together, and that I loved her. I took the daggar and stabbed her in the heart and she died almost instantly.Then I wrote that message on your closet door.

"I quickly climbed down from her window and ran away as fast as possible. When the police showed up with you I came back to the house in a totally different outfit, and colored contacts to change my eye color. I was wearing a wig of some sort so that no one would recognize me, especially you. Before you walked out that window I know you got a good look at me, so I wanted to make sure I wasnt going to be caught.

"When you screamed at the police and ran away, I knew you wouldnt be back for a long time, but that you'd be back. Once the case closed unsolved I stayed here in the house, thinking about Marie. Oh my sweet Marie...how I miss her so..."

"You wouldnt have to miss her if you werent a heartless creature who killed her!" Jasmine spitted out hatefully. Just thinking about how her family died made her sick. She was the only one to live through it...she was going to keep it that way.

"Why you little witch! I was going to give you a chance! I was going to make you my slave instead of kill you! PREPARE TO DIE!"

Micheal took out a real daggar and walked over to Jasmine. He cut her ropes and grabbed her by the wrist."You're going to die an even more painful death than Marie!" Micheal shouted.

"Not on your life, jerk!" Jasmine shouted before biting him in the arm making him drop the daggar and let go of her wrist. She ran to the door and unlocked it as quickly as possible with Michael on her trail.

I know this house better than he does, Jasmine thought. Well actually...he's been here for fifteen years, whereas I was only in this house until I was fourteen. Maybe he knows it better after all. No, I've been dreaming about this house everynight for fifteen years, I've pratically been in this house for twenty-nine years, I definatly know it better, Jasmine argued with herself.

Jasmine turned down the hall and slide down the stair banister, which is quicker than running down the stairs. She jumped off of it half way down and landed on the second floor. Michael was still on the stairway when she looked back.

She ran through the kitchen towards the basement door. She slowly and quietly went in knowing how close he was to her. She tip-toed down the stairs hoping he wouldnt be right behind the door, if he was, he had her.

She made it down the steps and turned left in the dark. On the right of the stairs was the gameroom, the other side was the storage room...the better side for hiding. She ran behind the wall of boxes that ran against the wall and doved behind them. She began to feel the wall looking for her old hiding spot. As a little girl she always had to hide in there constantly so that her parents wouldnt find her and ground her for whatever trouble she was in. It took her almost two years to completely build her hid-a-way, but it was well worth it.

Finally she felt the bump in the wall and pushed at it hard when she heard the basement door burst open in anger. Jasmine quickly dashed into her hiding spot and very carefully put the door in place while trying not to move around so much.

"Where are you Jasmine?! There's no point in running, I locked the basement door from the outside and shut it, now we're both trapped in here for good. You'll either die from murder, or your going to die with lack of food and water. Your choice. If you dont want to suffer, I suggest you give yourself up now." 'Michael' said forcfully.

Jasmine backed up against the wall and shuddered in fear. There was no way she was going to die down here...not with him. As Jasmine moved her hand backwards against the wall the felt it give way and she fell back against it and hit her head. 'Michael' didnt seem to notice this abrubt and loud noise though.

Jasmine turned around carefully and looked at the wall that made her fall. She saw a stack of old yellowed papers that were bound with a ribbon. She didnt remember ever putting papers there, and she certainly didnt remember the wall giving way when she layed back.

Jasmine took the ribbon off of the stack and opened the papers. They were love letters. Letters from Marie to Michael...and from Michael to Marie.

As Jasmine looked at the letters she heard 'Michael' screaming in the backround, tearing things up while looking for her. He wouldnt ever find her though, she thought. There's no point in worrying about him.

As Jasmine looked upon each letter she began to get a premonition. Suddenly she became her sister. She was in her sister's mind, feelings what she felt...knowing what she knew fifteen years ago.

Dear Michael,
Just being with you has brought me great joy, I look forward to your visits everyday. Oh how I wish you could be here with me right now, holding me, loving me, showering me with kisses. Your the only one I can talk to. Jasmine has her own life, she doesnt need me to interfere, or to bother her with my own problems. Only you understand me, I love you so. I wish we could be together always.

Love me always,
Marie.


Dear Michael,
It's been two weeks and still no word from you. Where are you? I miss you terribly. There's so much going on. Mother refuses to let me speak with you. I must send my letters in secret. My brother, Robert, checks on me daily, to make sure I have no stationary to write you. I have found a place in the basement where I can write you in secret. I just hope you respond to me one day.

Love me always,
Marie.


Jasmine snapped out of Marie's mind and just sat there stunned. She trully loved him, I wonder what happened. She seems to care about him so much, she thought.

Jasmine set down the letters and softly rummaged around the hole in the wall. She took out a jewelery box and opened it up. A diamond engagment ring was in there, along with some dead rose petals.

Wow, Jasmine though. Michael really did propose to her, how sweet. Jasmine shook her head. How could things have gone so wrong?

Jasmine took out the reast of the letters. The ones written by Michael.

Dear Marie,
I'm sorry I have not responded sooner. I've been terribly busy. How are you holding up over there? I know things are rough but our love will get us through this, I promise you this. We'll be togeter again, I'll come for you, and we will be togeter forever. I know you do not wish to leave your dear sweet twin, Jasmine, but if we are to be together you must give up something. It's all up to you my sweet. If you find you simply cannot leave your family write to me of this news, and I will not come for you. I will continue to write you thoguh, and wish you to come to me, but I will respect your wishes as best as I can.

Forever love,
Michael.

Dear Marie,
I'm terribly sorry that I have asked you to make a chouse between myself and your family. But it is the only way we can be together, is if you decide what you need more, not what you want more. On to more important things. I'm coming to Mascotte on buisness in a few weeks. I wish to see you. Do you think there's some kind of arrangment we can make to see each other? I cant bere to go without seeing you any longer. Write to me, love, and tell me of any arrangments you can make. I will wait day and night to hear from you.

Forever love,
Michael.

As Jasmine set the last of the few letters down she sighed. A storybook romance, Jasmine though. That's what they had. She leaned back against the wall and fell in the hole again, still not used to it being there. Dangit! She though. She turned around after she felt something poke her in the back. A leather bound book was in the hole, on the front cover it said Diary of Marie Johanson.

That's my sister's journal! Jasmine exclaimed in her mind. How odd...why would she leave such a prized possesion like this in a hold in the basement. Maybe it contains information about Michael in it, she thought. No wonder she keeps it here, she didnt want me or mother to find it!

Jasmine carefully opened the diart and found a yellow rose pressed between the cover and the first page. Obviously from Michael. Jasmine stared at the page, as if went something like this:

Dear Diary, 9/18
Michael came over again today. I feel so very terrible to do this to him, I cant bere to hurt him. I promised him we would be togeter forever, but it's for his own safety. His brother swore to me that if I were to see him again he'd kill him, as well as me. Oh how I wish it woudlnt be this way. Twins are not susposed to blackmail each other. It's just not right. Jasmine and I never acted this way, I'd never threated to kill her or her boyfriend, assuming she had oe. It's just not right, I love Michael so terribly much, but Jacob loves me...he wont let Michael have me, it's just not fair. But I guess if it save Michael I will stay away from him. Well, my supper is ready, I must continue writing tommorow.

Until then,
Marie.

Wow, Jasmine thought. So Jacob was Michael's twin brother and he loved Marie, as did Michael! It all makes sense now! Jacob was so jealous of Michael and Marie that he killed Maried and Michael along with everyone else in my family! But I got away...and now Jacob wants me...to die.

Jasmine looked back over the entry and noticed the date. 9/18...September the 18th. The day before Marie died.

He killed her the night after her journal, no wonder there's no more entries, Jasmine thought as she burst into silent endless tears. They're all gone because of a jealous rage.

Wait a minute, she thought. There's something not right here. There was a boys' body outside of Marie's window. The one that 'Michael' said he threw out the window. Could that actually be...Michael...?

It is, she realized. He had brown hair, green eyes. There's no way I could ever forget those eyes, beautiful eyes. Jacob threw his own twin brother out of the window!

Everything was making sense to her now! It all added up, the guy she thought was Michael was actually Jacob, Michael's twin brother. Wow, she though. There's something I never would have guessed.

Jasmine decided to rummage around a little more in the hole, hoping to find more evidence. She ran her fingers through the cobwebs and dead roaches until she felt something cold and hard. It was a gun.

Marie must have put her brother's gun in here to protect herself from Jacob, Jasmine thought. She knew she was in danger, she knew she couldnt stay away from Michael!

Jasmine picked up the gun and all of a sudden she got another shuddering premonition. She was in Marie's mind again. They were in the same place Jasmine was in now, only as Marie. Marie was talking to get herself while writing something, it looked like a letter. As Jasmine read it inside of her own mind she could hear Marie speaking while writing it.

Dear Jasmine,
I'm sorry I havent told you earlier, but I've met a wonderful boy named Michael. He's so sweet and loveing, we were to be married. But there is a slight problem. Michael had a twin brother, Jacob, who is also in love with me. He has demanded I do not see Michael, but if I do, I shall die, along with Michael.
I simply cannot stay away from my one true love, through life or death, I will remain with him. I still love you all, Jasmine, and I'm sorry to have to do this, but be strong, we'll be together one day, I can promise that.
I know Jacob is going to come for me, so I have prepared. I took brother's gun and have hidden it in here. If it becomes necessary I will come for it and be rid of him. Please try to understand, Jasmine. True love comes once in a person's life. I do not wish to lose him. I must do this.
I have left you this letter in here for I know you come in here, and one day I know you will find it. If the gun remains here, and Jacob is not dead, but I am, use this on him, and destroy the monster for good. That is the one thing I ask of you to do for me. I'll love you always, sister. Tell mother and brother I am sorry, I love them, but I must do this. I hope you all understand.

Love always,
Marie Johanson.

Jasmine suddently became herself again and immediatly broke into sobbing tears. She turned around and rummaged through the hole again and found an envelope, with a letter in it. Jasmine already knew what was in it so she stuffed the envelope down her shirt and snuggly into her bra.

Do not worry, Marie. I will rid of him. When I do, you and Michael will finally be together, in peave. I love you, dear sister, Jasmine silently prayed to her sister in heaven.

Jasmine took the letters and folded them back up and put the ribbon back on them and stuffed them back into the hole. She put the engagment ring back as well. I'll come back for them later, she thought to herself. She was going to come out of this alive. With her will power and her determination there was no way God could turn his back on her now.

Jasmine picked up the gun and pushed open the door to her secret hiding spot. She looked around the storage section of the basement and Jacob was no where to be seen. She walked past the stairway and to the game room where she found Jacob tearing everything apart and yelling at her.

Jasmine stiffened and some how found the courage to call out to him.
"Here I am, Jacob, I'm not afraid of you....come and get me," she said in the most confident but shaky voice he had ever heard.

"There you are, Jasmine. Glad you finally decided to give in to me. By-the-way, how did you know my name was Jacob?" he asked out of obvious curiosity as he walked over towards her.

"Since I was a little girl I had a secret hiding spot here in the basement, apparently Marie found it too. She had her old diary and a bunch of old letter from Michael to her in there. I read everything over and found out everything. I know why you killed them now and let me tell you, I am NOT pleased with this sudden turn of events. I will avenge their deaths and send you straight to hell where you belong."

Jacob fell to the floor almost in front of Jasmine and erupted into laughter. He was laughing so hard Jasmine noted that he was even crying from the laughter.

"You...kill me?!" Jacob exclaimed before erupting into laughter again.

"You wont be laughing so much when I kill you, Jacob. You wont be laughing when I send you to hell, to rot in the firey pits with the devil. You will pay for what you've done, Jacob." Jasmine said very confidently before holding out the gun and pointing it at his head.

Jacob stopped laughing immediatly when he saw the gun. "Whoa...where did you get that?"

"Consider it a gift from above, Jacob." Jasmine said with a smirk.

"Why that little witch!"

"I'd watch it if I were you, thats my sister your talking about, and I'm the one with the gun."

"Well Ms. Tough Girl, do you plan to shoot me or what?" he said with a little more confidence than before while getting up.

"Oh yes, I do. But not yet. I want you to understand my pain. As you wanted me to understand yours. Unless you want to die now."

"Oh, dont worry, I'm not dieing." he said with a smirk

"Oh? Why's that?"

"Because your safety's on." he said before kicking the gun out of her hand and grabbing her. The gun slidded across the cement floor to the other side.

"Eeekkk! Let go of me!" Jasmine exclaimed while struggling with all her might to get loose.

"Yeah, ok, I'll let you go. Sure, I'll just let my victim walk freely so she can get away." he said in complete sarcasm.

Jasmine stopped struggling and pretended to give in to him. When she felt his arms loosen a bit on her arm she kicked her foot over her head and knocked him in the head. She was in gymnastics for seven years, so she was very flexible.

Jacob's arms let go of her and she fell the the floor. She quickly jumped up and Jacob dove to get her. She jumped up and dove into the air, she landed on the cement floor but since it was slippery it slid her to the other side of the room. The gun was inches from her hand now.

Jacob scrambled up and ran after her he dove for the gun but he was too late. Jasmine grabbed the gun and quickly turned the safety off and flipped onto her back. Jacob grabbed her by the hands while she had the gun and tried his hardest to pry her fingers off of the gun.

Jasmine struggled with all her might to keep her fingers on. Her thumb slipped off but she put it back on the gun...right next to the trigger. Jasmine pulled it hoping the force of the gun would make him back off for just a couple of seconds.

When the gun fired it threw Jacob off of Jasmine and Jasmine landed back on the ground, suprised by the force of the gun. She recovered quickly and pointed the gun at Jacob's head. She closed her eyes and pulled the trigger, shooting him in the head.

It was silent in the basement, the only sound were Jasmine's heart beating and her deep breathing. She slowly opened her eyes as if in slow motion and looked at Jacob. He was lying on his side, his head was lying on his limp arm, blood gushing from his head.

Jasmine shakily reached over and felt his pulse. Jacob was dead. The nightmare was over. She could move on with life now. She had set Marie and Michael free.

Jasmine put her hand on the chair that was close to her and pulled herself up. Her legs were shaky and almost made her fall again, but she maintained her balance then stared at the gun. She dropped it to the floor. It was over now, the horror that haunted her was over.

Jasmine went back to the secret hiding place and grabbed the letters, the diary, and the engagment ring. She turned around and found two bright, glowing figures standing behind her. It was Michael and Marie.

Jasmine walked over to them in pure amazement, tears sliding down her cheeks silently.

"Thank you, Jasmine. You have set us free. You have set yourself free." Marie said to her sister.

"Yes, Jasmine. You have set us all free. We are very grateful."

All Jasmine could do was nod her head. She looked down at the letters, the diary, and the ring then handed them to Marie. They disappeared immediatly.

"Thank you, dear sister. I will watch over you always. Move on from this tragic horror now. Never look back. It's finally over, we're all free.

"Yes, we are. We're free." Jasmine whispered while watching Marie and Michael turn and disappear forever.


*Two years later from that day Jasmine married. One more year from that she had a healthy baby boy. She never looked back on this day. She always remembered her sister, but she never turned back. For she was finally free from the horror*








(Time Writing) About...eh, 4 years
(Age Range) -12
(Genre) Horror

Sheryl Osmeña


Posted: aug 29, 2000

Author`s note : Hi again! I`m back!

(Time Writing) ever since nursery school
(Age Range) 25-34
(Genre) Dark

Scott Villarosa


Posted: aug 14, 2000

HMMMMHMMMMHMMMM
Pen to paper ledger, thoughts flowing they come together.
Fluency through use of mind, these detailed scripts of my own kind.
Interpretations, loathes and likes, is it never ending this rare insight?
Into my thinking, how I conceive, the world we share and what it holds for me.

BAY IN.
Wishful - optimist.
Candid - planned.
Known - guessed.
Loved - used.
Annoyed - tolerant.
Family - tribe.
Money - freedom.
Passion - chore.
Patience - supplement.
Birth - chance.
Nature - reminder.
Humour - ad lib.
Cold - blood runner.
Colder - to bad.

BOYS
Cannot have kettle noise, clotting agents sent as boys.
Disguised in skin , rubber hair, on the prowl in attempts to snare.
The grandest prize, trophied head, tracking until, all is bleed.
Dry and parched without one drop, of ongoing life, they will not stop.

GAPS
Filling in, taking space.
Line by line, pace by pace.
Blue to black, black to red.
The hue ever altered, understanding what is said.
I am you - you are me, non sensed now I fail to see.
The passion there, far sky high.
Closeness, love, yearned by I.

SHADOW
Crystal clear and high pitched hitch, misinterpreted, what part of which?
Fabrication, lies, well so what? Who will ever learn?
Enquires made in good faith, that were never a concern, to me or others more inspired, by
chasing our own shadows.
Through the day into sundown, going everywhere that it goes.

CHOKER
Questionable answer, contradictory response.
Awareness is the key to life and for the type you want.
Head above the water, though ebbing from the sky.
Frequently lesser you will begin to find, one asking yourself why.
Did that have to happen? Shouldn't I go with them also?
More times to come not being like that will eventually show to tell.
For evolution of bad practices has passed leaving one stronger than, the drone who didn't once
hear themselves, being choked by their own hands.

Y2K - EVER Y2K - EVER
In the new year? Well what being new?
How much shall differ as imagined by you?
Will the sky stay suspended and the globe in her orbit?
Consider nothing changes, should I be happy or abhor it?
Suspenseful tensing weeks leading us up to the main event, playing our race as foolish class,
teasing through the days that routinely pass.
Unaware for some, remaining to stay, for a finalised date - the year 2000 - judgement day.
Will take a toll and have an impact on unsure souls who struggle to keep intact, millennium
existences, their life before the bang.
They just cannot be sure, about ones yin and yan.

FRIENDS
All throughout our lives we are befriending many faces.
Respect and trust, fun times we have, build friendships and these places.
Places where in the back of ones mind, you know there is a someone.
A person that has, the same for you, level of respect, holding them true.
To a friendship, forever staying ours to be.
A common bond that's shared, two people, friends eternally.

(Age Range) 19-24

Scott Villarosa


Posted: aug 14, 2000

HMMMMHMMMMHMMMM
Pen to paper ledger, thoughts flowing they come together.
Fluency through use of mind, these detailed scripts of my own kind.
Interpretations, loathes and likes, is it never ending this rare insight?
Into my thinking, how I conceive, the world we share and what it holds for me.

BAY IN.
Wishful - optimist.
Candid - planned.
Known - guessed.
Loved - used.
Annoyed - tolerant.
Family - tribe.
Money - freedom.
Passion - chore.
Patience - supplement.
Birth - chance.
Nature - reminder.
Humour - ad lib.
Cold - blood runner.
Colder - to bad.

BOYS
Cannot have kettle noise, clotting agents sent as boys.
Disguised in skin , rubber hair, on the prowl in attempts to snare.
The grandest prize, trophied head, tracking until, all is bleed.
Dry and parched without one drop, of ongoing life, they will not stop.

GAPS
Filling in, taking space.
Line by line, pace by pace.
Blue to black, black to red.
The hue ever altered, understanding what is said.
I am you - you are me, non sensed now I fail to see.
The passion there, far sky high.
Closeness, love, yearned by I.

SHADOW
Crystal clear and high pitched hitch, misinterpreted, what part of which?
Fabrication, lies, well so what? Who will ever learn?
Enquires made in good faith, that were never a concern, to me or others more inspired, by
chasing our own shadows.
Through the day into sundown, going everywhere that it goes.

CHOKER
Questionable answer, contradictory response.
Awareness is the key to life and for the type you want.
Head above the water, though ebbing from the sky.
Frequently lesser you will begin to find, one asking yourself why.
Did that have to happen? Shouldn't I go with them also?
More times to come not being like that will eventually show to tell.
For evolution of bad practices has passed leaving one stronger than, the drone who didn't once
hear themselves, being choked by their own hands.

Y2K - EVER Y2K - EVER
In the new year? Well what being new?
How much shall differ as imagined by you?
Will the sky stay suspended and the globe in her orbit?
Consider nothing changes, should I be happy or abhor it?
Suspenseful tensing weeks leading us up to the main event, playing our race as foolish class,
teasing through the days that routinely pass.
Unaware for some, remaining to stay, for a finalised date - the year 2000 - judgement day.
Will take a toll and have an impact on unsure souls who struggle to keep intact, millennium
existences, their life before the bang.
They just cannot be sure, about ones yin and yan.

FRIENDS
All throughout our lives we are befriending many faces.
Respect and trust, fun times we have, build friendships and these places.
Places where in the back of ones mind, you know there is a someone.
A person that has, the same for you, level of respect, holding them true.
To a friendship, forever staying ours to be.
A common bond that's shared, two people, friends eternally.

(Age Range) 19-24

Huu Bach


Posted: aug 01, 2000


Wake up to reality
Drops of rain are falling from my eyes.
As my love for you drain from a corner of my mind.
Thunders of shocking surprise are striking my heart.
And dark stormy winds freeze my deep dark soul.
When you decided to leave me for another love.
I try to forget, but it will always come back.
And haunt me with beautiful passed sweet old memory.
The vision of our love was liked an endless river.
That will flow for eternity and will never dry up.
Like a puppet for the shows you have played me for a fool.
And make me believed that our love was meant to be.
With no doubt, you entrap me in an exotic dream of love.
And now you woke me up and left me so lost and blue.
You brought sweet dream of love into my lonely life.
And now you take it back with the interest of my sadly heart.



Huu Bach

Copyright ©2000 Huu Bach



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(Time Writing) 1 year
(Age Range) 16-18
(Genre) Romance

Liliana


Posted: jun 27, 2000

A glow in the dark
A very special friend gave me a ring and asked me to wear it for next week we without taking it out.However,I plased it on the nightstand before I went to sleep.Suddenly,in the middle of the night,I noticed a strange glow.It was comming from the ring,in side was a tiny fairy.She looked like telling me something,I couldn't understand her very well,so I broke the stone,which was on the ring with the hammer.Then she stood in front of me.She shook her wand and...She was a big fairy.She said,the fairy's princess wants to see you.
Then she took my hand and we appeared in abeautiful castle.We went to see the princess.She told me about her eldest brother.Who was my same age.He had got a problem.He had a friend,who was now a very competitor,and his friend wants to comnpete with him having a music band.So the prince needed help for making songs. So I asked her if she could let me go home and take the songs and the complex rhythm.She let me go home and I looked everything and she made me appeared in her brother's room.Her brother had dark brown hair,brown eyes,tall and good-looking.He was sad sitting on the bed.
I told him why I was there.The prince was happier.So we went to the music room.The following day was the cmpetion day,We were ready.We went to the sentral park,were we compete.They told us that they will start,but there was a big problem.One of the steams aws broken.So they surrendered.
When they said"we surrender" I was in my bed.But there on my nightstand was the ring and a paper.The paper said:
THANX FOR YOUR HELP.
the prince.

END

(Time Writing) 1 month ago
(Age Range) -12
(Genre) Romance

Emily (or M)


Posted: jun 11, 2000

i hate writing about myself, oh well here goes.
1. I live in England
2. I am currently doing my A-Levels (which isn't very much fun)
3. I go to a boarding school (which isn't much fun either)
4. I don't write much, as I never really have the time and my inspirations are not very frequent nor do they stay with me for the duration of writing the story.
5. My favourite style of writing, well there's two really, is horror, my favourite authors are Anne Rice and Christopher Pike. Also I like biographies and autobiographies, my favourites are Memoirs of a Geisha - Arthur Golden, and Princess - by someone Sassoon.

I am regarded as the school Freak, weirdo, witch ecetera ecetera.. True I do have evil tendencies and sudden urges t rip peoples heads off and stick them on poles whilst singing that song from Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. Aside from that I am just your average 18 year old adolescent - NOT!!!
If there is one thing in this world I hate more than anything (including N*SYNC, Britney Spears, all those teeny bopper singers who can't actually sing but just do several variations of I love you, you love me - get a life! please)
anyway back to what i was saying i hate conformity, it's so demoralising why should we be like everyone else just because it's easier and apparently we will all get on so much better i would start swearing convulsingly here but i won't wouldn't want to corrupt your minds now would i?
yes i am extremely screwed up onside and that is what Prozac is for, not that I ever take mine hee hee hee!!
oh well must go, time to lock myself back up in my little black box as i have been bad. keep writing and don't let others control your life

(Time Writing) here and there, when it suits me - ie all my life
(Age Range) 16-18
(Genre) Horror

Emily (or M)


Posted: jun 11, 2000

i hate writing about myself, oh well here goes.
1. I live in England
2. I am currently doing my A-Levels (which isn't very much fun)
3. I go to a boarding school (which isn't much fun either)
4. I don't write much, as I never really have the time and my inspirations are not very frequent nor do they stay with me for the duration of writing the story.
5. My favourite style of writing, well there's two really, is horror, my favourite authors are Anne Rice and Christopher Pike. Also I like biographies and autobiographies, my favourites are Memoirs of a Geisha - Arthur Golden, and Princess - by someone Sassoon.

(Time Writing) here and there, when it suits me - ie all my life
(Age Range) 16-18
(Genre) Horror

Ryan Luzader


Posted: may 29, 2000

26 yr, Married with one daughter 4. Starting to think about a novel but lacking the time.

MS CEO took a whole 15 minutes of writing and 20 or so of editing durring work. I'm looking at trying to make a more detailed story but Havent' the time to do the research. It would required to much political and economic information and take the fun out of it.

I've got another Story in my mind on the Diet and Fastfood link with pespico. E-mail if there is interest and I'll write it down and post it.

(Time Writing) Never really started. A little here and there over the years.
(Age Range) 25-34
(Genre) Sci-fi

James Happyman


Posted: may 29, 2000

Some people say to me that the stuff I write is twisted, perverted, disgusting, overly violent. Well, you know what I say right back to them?

Not much, because usually my mouth is stuffed with their innards.

Oh yeah, I have my problems, but so do we all. It's just that my problems are really severe. I suppose a lot of you could have guessed that from reading the stories I have submitted. But let me tell you: the best is still to come. Now, I have to go, or I'll be late for my appointment with the good doctor in the funny little square room with the white walls and the bulb that glows and glows, just like I used to...

before I fell...



(Time Writing) It doesn't matter
(Age Range) 16-18
(Genre) Funny little yellow clowns

Dave Elliott


Posted: may 17, 2000

I've been writing since I was able to pick up a pencil. I started with science fiction and horror, but, sadly enough, I've learned that my cynicism is directly proportional to my age. They both increase with no end in sight. So now, it's mostly angry rants and recounts of events in my life that affected me, with the occasional bit of fiction here and there.
I've been sitting on the items I submitted for a long time now, and I'm curious to hear what others may think. I'll take any kind of feedback you're willing to give.

(Time Writing) Years and years
(Age Range) 25-34
(Genre) General Fiction

Shey


Posted: May 08, 2000

Actually, I already submitted some of my works in this page, I am also known as sheryl of buffyvamp@licensedtokill.com, Shey is my nick. Anyway, I hope you`ll like my latest submisson.

Always,
Sheryl

(Time Writing) since kindergarten
(Age Range) 25-34
(Genre) Fantasy

Nathan


Posted: May 07, 2000

I am Nathan, 21, Born Febuary 5,1979

(Time Writing) many years off and on
(Genre) Horror

Morris R. MacIver


Posted: April 26, 2000

I am a Scot living in France with my French wife. I would love to write for the movies or for a magazine of the type of The Strand (no longer in existence) where the Sherlock Holmes stories were published.

(Time Writing) Since childhood
(Age Range) 19-24
(Genre) General Fiction

Nikki


Posted: April 19, 2000

Single Mother, lives in Maryland...I was born in '77. I attend college, work 2 jobs and raise my son. = )

(Time Writing) 10 years
(Age Range) 19-24
(Genre) Poetry

Feliesha


Posted: April 18, 2000

This poem is dedicated in the memory of my daughter, Feliesha. She was killed in a car accident January 10th, 2000. Feliesha was 17 years old, a Sr. in high school. She loved poetry and music. She wrote many poems in the last few years, this is one of them. She was a very deep and inspired writer of poetry. I am doing all I can to help others enjoy her work. Her memory lives on now and forever, in our hearts and her poetry.

Sheryl


Posted: April 17, 2000

Well....I simply love writing in almost every form! I guess I was born a writer, I fell in love with the idea of writing eversince I was in prepatory school, and I would love to show it to the world about it! thank you for reading my work!

(Time Writing) eversince prepatory school
(Age Range) -12
(Genre) Romance

Quaythescus


Posted: April 17, 2000

My screen name is Quaythescus. I am a 28 year old male from NJ. I am a Web Developer in profession, and a writer for the love of language. Also for fun I run an online gaming guild called The Equalizers that may be found at http://www.arktic.net/Equalizers
On that page I have an incomplete fantasy series that is currently 10 episodes in length for fans of that genre. Anyone wishing to have their works published at my site may also send their works to me at quay@arktic.net this includes graphic art as well.
Enjoy your works, share them with others. It is a gift of freedom for the spirit.

(Time Writing) 14 years
(Age Range) 25-34
(Genre) Fantasy

James Garcia


Posted: April 17, 2000

(Time Writing) for ten years
(Age Range) 25-34
(Genre) General Fiction

Rick


Posted: April 17, 2000

I have the feelings that within myself there is a book busting to come out. I am trying to develop my ability to brings these feelings to the surface by way of words.
I have had a life that has gone from to there and back again. Quite colorful and very adventerous.
Three and a half years in Vietnam with US Navel Riverine Special Forces.
Nine years designing Electrical control for Broadway shows, Special effect lighting and rock-n-roll bands.
Went back to college in 1980 to get a degree in Education.
Taught Electrical Science in New York City for 15 years.
Am now teaching Electrical Science at Aramco University in Jeddah, Saudi Arabia for 5 years.
I am a avid hunter (bow hunting)and outdoors person.
I am a Third degree Black Belt in Kempo, First degree Black Belt in Tang sun do and the Grand Master of Hammer Hand Karate.
Play the drums, keyboard and sing.
I have written many short stories about my life and experiences but to date, only family has ever read them. I think I have a flare (I hope so) and would like to gain the know how and ability to write a book. Looking for some help to improve.

(Time Writing) about 10 years
(Age Range) 45-59
(Genre) Life Experiences

Emily Lehmann


Posted: April 17, 2000

I am an aspiring playwright who is very active in theatre. :) I am currently in the play Vinegar Tom, where I play Betty.. basically I get tied to a chair and bled, but hey.. I'm into that sorta thing. *wink* - I am sixteen years old, a high school student, and let's see.. i'm obsessive over musicals.. Sweeney Todd, Scarlet Pimpernel, RENT.. all that jazz.. you get the idea. Anyway, i'd love to have someone critique some of my work, if you're interested, please e-mail me. Thankies. ) Em

(Time Writing) For about 5 years.
(Age Range) 16-18
(Genre) Plays

Karen Ballard


Posted: April 15, 2000

Hello!
I am 38, Married and have 3 daughters and a son.
I work outside the home.
My passions are web page building, writing poetry and short stories, reading.

(Time Writing) 22 years
(Age Range) 35-44
(Genre) Romance

Deus Noctem


Posted: March 18, 2000

I have been writing since I was about 12. But I really started to think about what I wrote when I turned 13. Well, instead of writing something forced, I began writing from the heart. My writing improved because of this. My style of writing changed drastically around age 15. I started to write how I truely saw the world instead of softening or censoring my view like I had before. This was when my love of literature began to flower. The stuff I wrote was extremely different from the things my fellow students wrote. They wrote with more of a contemporary style. My style was more existintial and dark with touches of sarcasm and dark humor. My best friends understood my works... but they were about the only ones. My best complete work I have written would have to be a paper I did on semantics. It has been submitted in here if you would like to read it. Currently I am working on my epic that I have been thinking of for about 3 years but have just recently started. It's about a lost soul named Cain. I plan to submit it in parts. It's also going to be the subject of my webpage that I am working on. Well, that's about it.

(Time Writing) About 4 Years
(Age Range) 16-18
(Genre) Existintialist

sondra


Posted: February 28, 2000

my name is sondra. I'm 24 and writing has filled the void in my life. it is an escape for me, and I see it as the only practical way of collecting evidence that I existed. I cannot get enough of it, and it makes up the nucleus of my entire world. I love writing that delivers messages in unconventional ways. I welcome any feedback.

(Time Writing) ten years
(Age Range) 19-24
(Genre) General Non-fiction

Mathieu Ravier


Posted: February 28, 2000

Born in France, Mathieu has lived in San Francisco, Sydney, Tokyo and Toronto. He currently resides and works in Hong Kong. A 22 year old pop-culture junky and compulsive jetsetter, his main interests include 20th century American literature, electronic music, independent cinema, queer studies and inventing weird names for cocktails.

Fan mail / death threats / film rights: matho@usa.net

Megs Coleman


Posted: February 27, 2000

Well... lets see here... I am 15 years old... I go to a tiny little school in a tiny little town in the country
that I love... CANADA!!! I think that in ones life friends are most important. I am wiccan, and enjoy the religion...! I talk waaaaaay to much... my friends constantly tell me to shut up, and I am totally in love with my one friend's brother... no naming names.. *cough cough* Saxy. *cough* I want to become a doctor and work in sports medicine, then become a team doctor, and fall in love with one of the players and live happily ever after, without getting married. I love to come up
with hypothetical situations or lives with my friends... I guess this proves my insanity! haha... Well mp and bb!

(Time Writing) as long as I can remember
(Age Range) 13-15
(Genre) General Fiction

Bridget Brennan


Posted: February 26, 2000

I am a 38 year old mother of three with an interest in genealogy art and history. Poetry is another pastime of mine which I enjoy very much. The Ballad of Lord Rupert Hack was inspired by the house I live in in Donegal.

(Age Range) 35-44
(Genre) Horror

electroteen


Posted: February 26, 2000

Hey there, I'm 14 and write mostly poetry with violence and demon slaying and all that good stuff. So far all I have submitted a very, very short story called "Rolf's Adventures In Sim" it's good, but not that good.

(Time Writing) 1 year
(Age Range) 13-15
(Genre) Sci-fi

Johanna


Posted: February 26, 2000

Hey, so I wrote that and if you'd like the end....email me! Bye.

(Time Writing) Since I was about eight
(Age Range) 16-18
(Genre) General Fiction

Andrea Barnicle


Posted: February 26, 2000

My name is Andrea Barnicle and I am a 16 year old female from Illinois. I am a junior in high school and I love writing poetry. Most of my poetry is inspired by and dedicated to my wonderful boyfriend, Alex Cox. I have my own website at- http://www.angelfire.com/il/ANB/index.html
and I have another website dedicated to my boyfriend, Alex at- http://www.angelfire.com/il/AandA/index.html
Please visit them both sometime and sign the guestbooks to let me know you stopped by. =o)

(Time Writing) About 2 years
(Age Range) 16-18
(Genre) Romance

Amanda Hager


Posted: February 26, 2000

Hi.. I'm Amanda. I live in CT (ever so exciting) and I'm a senior in high school (finally!). I love writing. Poetry, for the most part, but once in a while I'll get really creative and write a story or two. I was published in my school's literary magazine (which is actually not that big an accomplishment, considering that they'll publish mostly anyone who submits).. I'd have submitted a different poem, but my other computer died and took with it all the typed copies of my poetry. And I have yet to get around to typing them all onto this machine.. so, yeah. Any feedback is always appreciated!

(Time Writing) Since 2nd Grade
(Age Range) 16-18
(Genre) Sci-fi

Kavanna Debohawk


Posted: February 26, 2000

I am a 30 year old male from Australia, residing in the beautiful city of Perth, Western Australia. I have been writing since I can remember. My main areas of interest are in the fantasy field...i.e....Raymond E Fiest, Robert Jordan etc. Recently I have joined an on-line creative Writers course, and it was through this that I was asked to be A mentor, and help teach in the free course they have available. I am also studying a correspondence course, and hopefully Uni will beckon to me in 2001. My writings have always been a personal area for me, allowing me to escape the reality of a life that has not been simple. It is now that my confidence has blossomed, and my works have grown, and I wish to share it with the rest.
I have a great Partner who gives me the support I need...he tends to really push on the days where I don't want to pick-up a pen. I hope that someday I might be fortunate enough to see my works in print, and add a little something to this diverse world.

(Time Writing) since I was a teenager
(Age Range) 25-34
(Genre) Fantasy

Jennifer Kinney

I could tell you I was born, I grew up, etc. etc. But that wouldn't interest you. I don't suppose much of my life would. But to give you a little background, I just turned twenty-one on the 28th of January (an Aquarian!!), and I am presently a junior at Norwich University, VT. I have written since as long as I remember, but I didn't foster and nurture it as my child until high school, when I truly became passionate about my writing.

I write just about anything, but mostly poetry. I do have a flare and love for drama, as I write scripts/plays quite a bit. I am also a lover of the mystical. People often call me "Pixie" nowadays. I wouldn't mind wings. smile

My muses are an assortment of people. Most of my poetry has to be about one of my muses, or they grow angry with me and stamp their feet. And you don't want a muse stamping his foot at you. It's very disappointing.

If you'd like to reach me, my email is kinneyj@norwich.edu. I love to hear from people, as it is you who helps me write.

(Time Writing) 10 years
(Age) 19-24
(Genre) general fiction

Jerad W. Alexander

I'm an 18-year-old beginning author looking for a story in the United States Marine Corps. I'm attracted to the works of Tim O'Brien and Hunter S. Thompson. I hope to someday write a war novel similar to that of Stephen Crane's 'Red Badge Of Courage' or Tim O'Brien's book 'The Things They Carried'

(Time Writing) 5 yrs
(Age) 16-18
(Genre) Commentaries and War Stories

Rauland


Posted July 7, 1998

I've just started writing and have always been fascinated with stories that provide an interesting backdrop to a thought provoking issue (like cloning). I'm currently in the process of write a mini epic (about 3,000 words so far) telling the tale of a post-nuclear society trying to rebuild itself. If you enjoyed the story posted, let me know, if you didn't let me know as well. I also appreciate any suggestions or ideas out there.

Some of my favorite authors include Isaac Asimov, Stephen King, Piers Anthony, and David Eddings.

(Time Writing) About 3 years
(age) 19-24
(genre) I enjoy any written work that not only entertains, but is also thought provoking.

Kristyna


Posted July 7, 1998

5'7'' 108 lbs, brown hair, brown eyes 19 years old Write poetry to express my feelings. Only way I deal with them. I've written many more in the past 8 years.

I also write as a way to escape reality. Sometimes a poem can become real if you believe in it enough, and it's comforting.

I've also written short stories and essays.

(Time Writing) 8 years probably
(age) 19-24
(genre) romance

Lisa Cousins


Posted July 27, 1998

well hmmmmm . . . hi there. (seems to be a sufficient beginning for something of this kind.) my full birth name is Lisa Michelle Cousins. I was born at five twenty five, in the evening, on February twenty - fourth, nineteen hundred and seventy eight. (in Richmond Virginia) when I was younger, about six or so, I used to write, with crayons, on the super constricting walls of my closet. over the years I slowly caught up with the rest of the world, surface wise. I traveled up the ladder from a canvass of matchbooks to napkins to flesh to coasters. now I make use of the wondrous invention of notebooks. okay, I am by no means a conventional writer. and I pride myself on that difference. abstraction, descrip- tive fragmentation, and utter chaos are my favorite forays in which to dabble. I write what I know. I write what I see. it seems to me that I have this miniscule movie screen, that sits in the far reaches of my brain, that reproduces flashing images and language into my pupils. and it is all transferred to my pen, by subtle manipulation from my unconscious grave- yards, to the morgues of my conscious. (I would not have it any other way!) my brain conducts a symphony riddled with fear, rage, sex, passion, and all of the other beautifully horrific emotions that the human body can produce. and my job, as bearer of this orchestratic dementia, is to translate this musical upheaval into written or spoken words, so that anyone who appreciates scripted reality, in all it's wicked glory, can partake of my insipid, scar - split concoctions. I do hope that you enjoy them. if the urge to relay your thoughts to me happens to surmount, please, follow the instinct. my syringes are desperately craving the heroine of any and all thoughts.

(Time Writing) about 14 yrs
(age) 19-24
(genre) anything is worth reading if it feeds my mind

Tiffanie


Posted July 27, 1998

I am 14 years old and writing poetry is one of my passions in life. In the past two years I have written over 135 poems about love, heartache, and friendship. I was born in Alpena, Michigan where I still reside today. One of my poems was just recently published in an anthology of poetry. I was invited by the Famous Poets Society to go to a poetry workshop in Aneheim, California and accept my Diamond Homer Trophy for my poem "I'll Be There For You." But for personal reasons, I had to decline. I want to go to college and major in English so I can teach creative writing/poetry classes to teenagers and young adults. And besides being a teacher, I want to also write my own poetry to get published as a book someday. That is my lifelong dream.

(Time Writing) about 3 years
(age) 13-15
(genre) Romance

Mirella


Posted: July 28, 1998

I love writing stories from when I was in grade two. it is a great pastime for me. I have brown hair (dyed red) brown eyes and I am 5'3. at age 13 I have won a creative writing award and have had a story published in Toronto. I love what I do as a pass time. my teacher s like to read my stories and I want to be a journalist when I grow up.

(Time Writing) Since grade two when I was 8
(age) 13-15
(genre) Mystery

Ray Collins


Posted: August 19, 1998

Born: 17Mar31, Poplar Grove, Ill.
Education: High School '49 attended Santa Monica City College '54, Univ of Washington '55, Columbus (OH) College of Art & Design '82 (d.n.g.)
Military: Hqs (G2) 40th Inf Div, Korea '52
Profession: Staff Artist/Cartoonist Seattle Post-Intelligencer, '50-'79 : Video-cartoonist Qube Cable TV Network '81-'84
Present: Retired in Boulder City, NV

(Time Writing) 1 yr
(age) 60+
(genre) General Non-fiction

Christine


Posted: August 26, 1998

Hello I am Christine. What can I say about myself.....well I am a amateur poet...what I mean to say is I have never tried to have my works published for fear of rejection...or being laughed. My poems are self realization poems ....and by reading them you might think that I am a morbid depressed girl who lacks confidence but I am none of these things. Not to say that my feelings in writing aren't real they are perhaps my alter feelings....I write as my alter ego. Bored yet????

(Time Writing) too long
(age) 16-18
(genre) Horror

Molyut


Posted September 3, 1998

I am not a writer I just put my feelings down on paper! I hope anyone that reads my work feels what I am feeling and can realize how much pain I had!

(age) 13-15
(genre) Romance

Aimee Rae


Posted: September 3, 1998

Love to read and write poetry. It keeps my mind flowing. Helps me think and wonder about life.

I have been writing poetry or words since I was 10 years old. Writing has helped me through my life. It has given me encouragement. It has opened my eyes. I'm 23 years and still continue to write in my little book.... anything that comes to my mind. My poetry represents my life experiences.... my horror.... my memories.. and my past...

(Time Writing) Since I was 10
(age) 19-24
(genre) General Fiction

Renee L Wine


Posted: October 5, 1998

Hi! My name is Renee I'm a 16 year old sophomore at Internet High school. I wrote Bitter Sweet Memory last year during Study hall when I attended Tuscarawas Valley High School.

I live with my mother [Sandy] and my brother [Scott] in a suburb of Canton Ohio [Canton is where the pro football hall of fame is]. I hope to successfully complete two years of study in one at Internet high school and Graduate in 2000. After that hopefully a good college where I can study 1 of my three choices [Zoology, Journalism, Internet design]

I look forward to your E-mails.

(Time Writing) around 6 yrs (age) 16-18 (genre) General Fiction


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