3 New Stories!
Please read! these are about three new stories I'm posting soon and I'm not that bad of a writer!
Hello! I know I've been out of the loop recently, but my internet just stopped working and then I had writers block, so I really just scrapped The Road To... If you don't know who I am, I wrote The Last Story, Camp Heaven, the beginning of The Road To... (which I might continue in the future), and several poems. So, this summer I'm coming out with THREE new stories, but I really want to get close to finishing at least one before posting so it doesn't end up like the original ending of The Last Story. Anyway, here are descriptions of them, and there are sneak previews at the end! :) Also if you could kindly recommend me to your friends because I really want more people reading my stories! Sorry, that sounded super bratty!
To Be Normal
Sort of like The Last Story. It's about a girl who was forced to be famous by her mother, and decides to run away. She ends up in a small town and has to learn how to deal with life without money or private tutors.
Dear Greg
This one is kind of unique. It's about a girl who is completely in love with Greg Thompson, but he's only using her to cheat. But one day the tables will turn after she gets a makeover and falls back in love with her ex.
Da Vinci
Out of all three, this one has to be my favorite. I'm writing it with another writer on here, Sami Kincer, and it's going to be in two points of view. Hers is in the point of view of Mark and mine's in Bethany's. It's about a puzzle that, unless put together, will curse anyone who knows about it. I know it sounds horrible, but trust me: IT'S NOT! So here are some intros!
To Be Normal - Chapter 1
"But Mom, Heather was so mean to me. I just thought that if I stole her new shirt, then she would have to be nice to me in order to get it back. I'm sorry, I realize now that what I did was wrong. Am I going to be punished? I understand if you decide to take away my lock again, because maybe if it hadn't been there, I wouldn't have thought I could hide the shirt from you, and... Louis? Are you serious? This is SHIT! God, I am seventeen years old! If someone was mean to me, I would sue their ass off, not steal their freaking shirt!" I stormed off the set before anyone could stop me. Who had the right to make me say such unrealistic things on film? I thought it was called REALITY T.V. Now I would be forced to film the scene again, with the disapproving glare of my second mother, who in real life was such a diva, that you would never expect for her to be the loving mother of four deeply troubled kids.
I swear the worst thing a mother can do to her child is to let them live a normal life as a geek. The second worse thing is to get them an agent before they're even born. I'm pretty sure my mom is the one in the Gerber commercials, just so that I would be used to cameras while I was still in the womb. Of course, she always reminds me that it's better to be famous, loved by everyone in the world, than to be some loser in a public school that gets bullied and ridiculed every day. She tells me I should be grateful to her because without my contract, I wouldn't have gained the talent I have today. We wouldn't be rich; I wouldn't have nice clothes, a new car every month, the best cell phone in the world, or my own private mansion on a secluded beach in southern California.
Some days I just wish that I didn't have those things. I wish that I could have a familiar car, I mean, by the time I get used to it, my mom tells me that it's no longer "in style" and I have to get a new one. I wish that I could just have one mom, instead of a thousand women convinced that I was their baby, because they couldn't have one without losing their figures. I wish that I didn't always have to look my best, that I could eat whatever I wanted whenever I wanted, I could wear sweats. Even Juicy Couture wasn't fancy enough for my mother's taste.
Dear Greg - Chapter 1
Dear Greg, I am fairly sure that I am in love with you and that we are going to get married. So, I just need to know, do you want red or blue flowers for our wedding? Love, Cindy.
"Hey Cindy!" Greg Thompson called to me. I sighed and waved, secretly wanting to give him my letter, but not wanting to ruin our budding relationship. Just last week he even let me do his math homework for him. Yes, we were most definitely getting married whether he wants to or not. Suddenly, a movement in the corner of my eye caused me to glance away from the love of my life.
"Cindy, I need your help!" my best friend Lucas yelled, rushing toward me at top speed. Screaming in surprise, my very tall, newly muscular friend rammed into my arm. "Sorry! Are you all right?" he paused to ask. I just rolled my eyes and continued walking to class. "Cindy, wait! I need your help! Next week is the talent show and Robbie just called me. He's sick and can't help with the lights, or host it, or run a program! Can you please-?"
"No, Lucas, I can't. And do you know why?" I asked angrily as he blinked in surprise. "Because I have a date with Greg Thompson and his math homework!" With that, I ran away after Greg, trying to catch up with him so we could set up a date. Sure I felt guilty for snapping at Lucas, but it was needed.
Da Vinci - Chapter 1
Bethany, at times like this, I begin to think, and while that might seem quite normal, thinking is not something I am proud of. When I think, I can only think of how things were before. Before Daniel dumped me. Before I killed him. Before I went to prison. Before I did anything I wasn't proud of. I hadn't always been hostile, but something about fear will make anyone do anything to save themselves. Maybe I shouldn't have stolen the puzzle. Yes, this whole dilemma started with a children's toy! But it wasn't an ordinary toy. No, this was something far more interesting. This was a masterpiece. A lost Da Vinci, worth millions. And it was buried in my backyard.
Growing up, I hadn't known who Leonardo da Vinci was, and even if I had, I wouldn't have really cared. Art was never my thing. But when my family needed to dig up parts of our backyard for my new swing set, we discovered the treasure under the dry dirt of our Arizona yard. I remember my mother explaining to me that this was special, that if we sold it, we would have lots of money, and at the time, it sounded amazing. Our family was strictly low middle class, and this fortune could change my life. It did.
I'm not sure what happened to that puzzle. All I know is that it was gone one day, and we weren't rich like my mother had predicted. In fact, we were poorer than ever. Weeks later, both my parents were killed in a car crash, and I was left alone. Sure, I figured out how my life was supposed to go, and everywhere I went, I had amazing luck. So much luck, that it seemed everyone around me obtained all of my leftover bad luck. People died when they talked to me, people lost their jobs, homes, families. I'm not saying I'm an omen. I'm saying that damn puzzle was. Is.
To Be Normal
Sort of like The Last Story. It's about a girl who was forced to be famous by her mother, and decides to run away. She ends up in a small town and has to learn how to deal with life without money or private tutors.
Dear Greg
This one is kind of unique. It's about a girl who is completely in love with Greg Thompson, but he's only using her to cheat. But one day the tables will turn after she gets a makeover and falls back in love with her ex.
Da Vinci
Out of all three, this one has to be my favorite. I'm writing it with another writer on here, Sami Kincer, and it's going to be in two points of view. Hers is in the point of view of Mark and mine's in Bethany's. It's about a puzzle that, unless put together, will curse anyone who knows about it. I know it sounds horrible, but trust me: IT'S NOT! So here are some intros!
To Be Normal - Chapter 1
"But Mom, Heather was so mean to me. I just thought that if I stole her new shirt, then she would have to be nice to me in order to get it back. I'm sorry, I realize now that what I did was wrong. Am I going to be punished? I understand if you decide to take away my lock again, because maybe if it hadn't been there, I wouldn't have thought I could hide the shirt from you, and... Louis? Are you serious? This is SHIT! God, I am seventeen years old! If someone was mean to me, I would sue their ass off, not steal their freaking shirt!" I stormed off the set before anyone could stop me. Who had the right to make me say such unrealistic things on film? I thought it was called REALITY T.V. Now I would be forced to film the scene again, with the disapproving glare of my second mother, who in real life was such a diva, that you would never expect for her to be the loving mother of four deeply troubled kids.
I swear the worst thing a mother can do to her child is to let them live a normal life as a geek. The second worse thing is to get them an agent before they're even born. I'm pretty sure my mom is the one in the Gerber commercials, just so that I would be used to cameras while I was still in the womb. Of course, she always reminds me that it's better to be famous, loved by everyone in the world, than to be some loser in a public school that gets bullied and ridiculed every day. She tells me I should be grateful to her because without my contract, I wouldn't have gained the talent I have today. We wouldn't be rich; I wouldn't have nice clothes, a new car every month, the best cell phone in the world, or my own private mansion on a secluded beach in southern California.
Some days I just wish that I didn't have those things. I wish that I could have a familiar car, I mean, by the time I get used to it, my mom tells me that it's no longer "in style" and I have to get a new one. I wish that I could just have one mom, instead of a thousand women convinced that I was their baby, because they couldn't have one without losing their figures. I wish that I didn't always have to look my best, that I could eat whatever I wanted whenever I wanted, I could wear sweats. Even Juicy Couture wasn't fancy enough for my mother's taste.
Dear Greg - Chapter 1
Dear Greg, I am fairly sure that I am in love with you and that we are going to get married. So, I just need to know, do you want red or blue flowers for our wedding? Love, Cindy.
"Hey Cindy!" Greg Thompson called to me. I sighed and waved, secretly wanting to give him my letter, but not wanting to ruin our budding relationship. Just last week he even let me do his math homework for him. Yes, we were most definitely getting married whether he wants to or not. Suddenly, a movement in the corner of my eye caused me to glance away from the love of my life.
"Cindy, I need your help!" my best friend Lucas yelled, rushing toward me at top speed. Screaming in surprise, my very tall, newly muscular friend rammed into my arm. "Sorry! Are you all right?" he paused to ask. I just rolled my eyes and continued walking to class. "Cindy, wait! I need your help! Next week is the talent show and Robbie just called me. He's sick and can't help with the lights, or host it, or run a program! Can you please-?"
"No, Lucas, I can't. And do you know why?" I asked angrily as he blinked in surprise. "Because I have a date with Greg Thompson and his math homework!" With that, I ran away after Greg, trying to catch up with him so we could set up a date. Sure I felt guilty for snapping at Lucas, but it was needed.
Da Vinci - Chapter 1
Bethany, at times like this, I begin to think, and while that might seem quite normal, thinking is not something I am proud of. When I think, I can only think of how things were before. Before Daniel dumped me. Before I killed him. Before I went to prison. Before I did anything I wasn't proud of. I hadn't always been hostile, but something about fear will make anyone do anything to save themselves. Maybe I shouldn't have stolen the puzzle. Yes, this whole dilemma started with a children's toy! But it wasn't an ordinary toy. No, this was something far more interesting. This was a masterpiece. A lost Da Vinci, worth millions. And it was buried in my backyard.
Growing up, I hadn't known who Leonardo da Vinci was, and even if I had, I wouldn't have really cared. Art was never my thing. But when my family needed to dig up parts of our backyard for my new swing set, we discovered the treasure under the dry dirt of our Arizona yard. I remember my mother explaining to me that this was special, that if we sold it, we would have lots of money, and at the time, it sounded amazing. Our family was strictly low middle class, and this fortune could change my life. It did.
I'm not sure what happened to that puzzle. All I know is that it was gone one day, and we weren't rich like my mother had predicted. In fact, we were poorer than ever. Weeks later, both my parents were killed in a car crash, and I was left alone. Sure, I figured out how my life was supposed to go, and everywhere I went, I had amazing luck. So much luck, that it seemed everyone around me obtained all of my leftover bad luck. People died when they talked to me, people lost their jobs, homes, families. I'm not saying I'm an omen. I'm saying that damn puzzle was. Is.
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