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Is DestinyLies a good writer??

  • Yes, she's great! I love her!

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  • Yes, she's ok.

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  • She could be better

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  • She stinks!

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  • She's not Edgar Allen Poe but she's close.

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She isn't really. She has two older sisters who are 8 and 7 and a younger sister who is 3. :D I'll try to get pics of the other characters [except Kandie and Joe] :D
 
Here is something:

The Guyers' were having a chicken stew/party at their 'mansion'.


I stood outside of the Guyers' house, my coat wrapped tightly around me. Almost all of the guests had left. "Joe." I spoke my boyfriends name. He stood only a few feet away.

Joe walked over to me. "Are you cold, honey?" He asked looking down at me.

I nodded."Mmhmm."I shivered.

Joe wrapped his arms around me. "Go on inside." He pulled me close.

"No. Just hold me." I whispered.

Joe smiled."I can do that." His brown eyes sparkled. I felt his breath on my cheek. "Baby, you're crying you'are so cold." He reached up and wiped his thumbs underneath my eyes.

I blushed slightly, he rarely called me baby. "It's free-freezing." I stated.

Joe nodded. "Yeah. So go inside." He told me.

"NO." I whined at him. "You'd have to let me go."

Joe smiled at me."Good point."

"i don't want you to unless you have to." I whispered. I didn't mean just physicaly either.

"I'm not planning on it." Joe explained. He leaned down and kissed me.

I stood up on my tiptoes and kissed him back, all of the coldness inside of me left. Immediately....


Well????
DestinyLies
 
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Cute.
But, I think in every single post you tell us that Joe is her boyfriend--it's a little old. We know what they're relationship is, we don't need it reiterated every few paragraphs. But otherwise, the stories are cute, and good.
 
Rhyanidd said:
Cute.
But, I think in every single post you tell us that Joe is her boyfriend--it's a little old. We know what they're relationship is, we don't need it reiterated every few paragraphs. But otherwise, the stories are cute, and good.
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Thanks. I don't like just putting his name several times that's why I put boyfriend or something else like it. THanks for your input. I'll hopefuly lengthen this one soon. :D
 
This is more of a diary entry that "one of my characters" is writing.



I cannot explain what I feel. It is like...death. Or what I picture as death. There is a pain in my chest that will not go away. I try to live my life day to day pretending he doesn't exist. But I can't forget what I want to remember. The sound of his voice when he spoke the three words "I love you" will always be an echo in the back of my mind. The way he sounded the day he told me I was the reason he lived will always be there...tugging on my heart.
The love that I fealt for the boy I never saw was, and still is, as real as the breath that I am taking as I write this. His mom didn't care, yet I did. His step-dad hated him, but I loved him. The significance?? I was five hours away and never saw him once in my life. They see him everyday. He got picked on for telling me those special words, but he still told me, infront of those who picked on him. Everytime I got in trouble he never let me blame myself. I could not do anything wrong in his eyes. Yet I did so much...I talked to him when neither of us were supposed to be on the phone. I called him on many different phones, no matter the time of day.
One thing that still makes me love him to this day-a year after he broke up with me-is the fact that I knew he truely meant it when he said he loved me. And so did I. I have barely spoken to him since. Only a few times this past summer when we texted, when I learned he was dating someone else [I could not stop the jealousy from flaring] and after she broke up with him the next week he was on to another girl. It made me wonder, but I was to scared to ask afraid of the answer, how fast it took him to get over me. He heard me cry over the phone for thirty minutes the day I told my parents about him. And several other days after that......​







Well????
 
Here is something!

I hope you like this!!!!!


I looked up at Joe he stood outside my door in his camoflage. "Hey." I smiled at him.

"Hey." Joe smiled at me. "I didn't wake you did I?" Joe asked looking down at the t-shirt and lounge pants that I was wearing.

"No." I shook my head. "I just changed." I explained.

"Oh. Good, I'd feel bad if I woke you." Joe's gaze made me blush.

"If you did I don't think I would've been mad. Especially if you were the one to wake me." I lowered my gaze.

"OK." Joe lifted his hand to my chin and forced me to look at him. "I'm glad I'm home for a while." He whispered. "I missed you something awful."

"I think I missed you more." I smiled up at him.

"I highly doubt that." Joe insisted.

I shook my head."I don't. You got to see pretty girls every day and all I get to see here is Jonah. Ew!" I wrinkled my nose.

Joe laughed. "You don't know who or what I see. And no girl is as pretty as you." He touched my cheek. "Seeing Jonah everyday would be a bummer."

"It is." I teased him right back. "And I'm sure you've seen prettier girls."

"I haven't" Joe wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close.

"How do I know that?" I wrapped my arms around his neck.

"Trust me." Joe's brown eyes sparkled. He leaned down and kissed me. I stepped up onto his boots so he wouldn't have to bend down so far and I was still on my tip-toes.

I heard a faint click as Jane took a picture.:eek:



Well what do you think?

DestinyLies
 
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