be a writer

I’m writing alot of stories because I have so many ideas but after I write my ideas I dont know either how it’ll end,begins or all the events that will take place. I just know the plot but not the story. I can tell you what its about but I cant tell the entire story to you. Its stuff like that, I walked out on so many stories

First there was “High Hell”
This story I wrote when I was twelve. It was about this class of High school students who have detention for a senior prank which themselves had all been in any part of the prank. It went a little far so these seniors got detention. Unfortunatly there’s only three or four teachers in the entire school and theres a murderer running around the school with the doors locked outside and the kids have no way of getting out. The Teachers are dead as are the phones and them if they can help it.

I havent worked on it I just left it at chapter 4.

Next one was “Chris’s Visit”
This one was a complex story I got this idea from a dream I had. I cant describe the dream nor can I really remember what it was, I just remember it had nothing to do with the story.
This story was about this young girl who wants to be a writer but when her stepdad tells her she is no good, she starts going down the wrong path with her life. Until one day her mom whose a lawyer for the sexual harrassment and the institutionalized, Got this almost thirty male out of the institution after twenty two years of being locked in the mental hospital. The male whose name is Chris comes to live with the girl, her mother and stepfather. Chris develops a strong friendship with the girl to help her follow her dreams and gain her confidence as she does the same for him…

Then I put that away because of writers block after getting to chapter five or six.

Another one has no name but its about this young girl who sucks blood from her friends finger to stop bleeding and after she does that she finds herself slowly turning into a vampire. But a different kind of vampire, one no ones heard of. This one is like a raven, not only does she start craving blood but also carrion and starts growing blind as a bat.

Another one was called The other side.
This one was going to be about this girl who makes a wish that the emotional stuff women and men had would switch. To where the guys could get pregnent, the girls would have testosterone, etc. Then they teenage guys would see what it feels like to be used and to live the inside life of a chick.

I would tell about a few others I wrote but I’m tired so I’m going to bed, you can tell I’m tired only if I mess up on my inaccuracy I’m not messing with it right now.

Coffee and Cigerettes

I can’t interact with people at all.

Because I hate practically every kid in the hall.

I’m not like them. I’m not the same.

In fact you think I’m weird and I think you’re lame

So for now I’ll listen to the song Silouettes.

And Stick to my Coffee and Cigerettes

I hate My friends they want me to follow.

I’d rather suffocate under words of sorrow.

They always ask why I’m so dark?

Because I dont believe in idiotic things like wishing upon stars.

They start an argument then I say fighting? Lets.

But after that I’ll just stick to my coffee and cigerettes.

I spoke to my mother on the phone.

We got in a fight and I told her to leave me alone.

She brings up the divorce. The god damn divorce.

I think my tolerence with it is taking its course.

She cusses, insults and screams at me.

I start yelling back and crying so much I can barely see.

But I’ll be okay. I havent come unglued yet.

I’ll get over it but for now stick to my coffee and cigerettes.

I went to go see my man.

Lately I want to see him as much as I can.

He was happy but then was silent a long time.

Then he asks ” whats wrong with this girl of mine?”

I didnt tell him, I didnt want to bring him into my shit.

I’ll tell him but for now stick to my coffee and cigerettes.

I come home, I’ve had a bad day.

I was so pissed I’d kill anyone in my way.

Then I rushed to the medicine cabnent, No one but me was home.

But thats how it was, I always popped pills when I was alone.

I took some midol then an excedrin.

Come to think about it I think I took nine or ten.

I went outside and grabbed the mail.

Then realized I wasnt feeling well.

I felt lightheaded and started saying words like aint.

Then I got inside and faint.

I may end up in the hospital or see god and say we met.

But if I make it I’ll always stick to my coffee and cigerettes.

What if one day at one time, Things changed to the total opposite? What would happen if guys became girls and girls became guys. Not physically but emotionally like they would get emotionally attached. One things for sure there’d be alot of abortions and absolutly no kids.

Lets say the guys got pregnent and the girls could “hit it and quit it.” The guys would start to figure out how it feels to be played, to be used, to feel like some locker room joke. To feel like a peice of meat for some beast to come take for awhile and when he’s satisfied, leaves the rest.

Tell you the truth if the guys could feel like that, it would shatter their whole entire universe. They would hate us just like how we hate them now. They’re the whole reason falling in love is hard and when you do its the worst thing. There’s not one decent guy out there, well not in high school anyway. The high school is a jungle, the men are hunters and the women are the hunted who have to be careful and shy away.

My name is Christina Williby, but everyone calls me Skeeter and I got to one of the worst jungles man had ever dared to create. This is my story.I go to one of the worst jungles everyday with a well populated group of hunters and the hunted. The huntersseem really nice, but at this school nothing is what it seems and the looks are deceiving. You may think the good hunters are in hiding at every school they usually are. But here at this school there are no good hunters. Just high school students, half who just want a peice of the other half. Most of the other half or the hunted are weak and you know that because they will believe the deceit and the ninteen – eighty pick up lines. Most of the girls have IQs lower than wooden floors and have no clue what guys are up to. Not me. I dont fall for it. When I tell a guy to “Fuck off”. I dont get hurt and I dont get pregnent.

I answered this survey deal and there was this question. It asked how far from home have I been? I answered That I’ve never really had a home instead I’ve had houses. A home is a state of mind not a roof over your head. A roof over your head is a house. Then My boyfriend read it and said that it was deep and thoughtout. He said I should be a writer because I’m good at it. He said go for it your good at it.

I was told last night that I should be a writer because I told My friend Andrew and Molly my sister read my story about Chris and Sarah. They said it was a good story and that I should be a writer. Then I told a satanic story for andrew and he was like sweet. You should be a writer. After being told so I probably should. Like I want to write stories then take wedding pictures when I’m not writing