escritura Article: The Sibling

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posted by minniemeg

Siblings fight.

Siblings argue.

Siblings hit.

Yet they always forgive.

But..... what if the sibling was cold?

What if the sibling was cruel?

What if the sibling treated tu like scum?

What if the sibling was heartless?

What if the sibling worshiped the ground another walked on, while tormenting you?

What if the sibling constantly mocked your social standing?

What if the sibling called your fears ''dumb and irrational''?

What if the sibling would never help you, even in a dire situation?

What if the sibling wanted to hurt you?

What if the sibling blamed others for their hatred of you?

What if the sibling made tu cry, and then refused to apologize?

What if the sibling hurt tu like a cuchillo in the heart?

What if the sibling made tu nearly burst into sadness every time tu see them?

What if the sibling caused tu to think why bother living?

A sibling like this is not a sibling at all.

It is a monster.

A terrible, ignorant monster.

Note: This is dedicated to my brother. I mean every word Sam, every word.

I-Luv-L and EvanlovesAzula like this

EvanlovesAzula That is brave of you to put yourself out there like this; well written to. I like it. :) Interesting to see how the dynamic shifts towards the middle of the poem. If you r into sad kind of stuff, I'd ask that u check out my article "James" on this club. If u like romance that is. Great job buddy!

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Remembering is Just an Invention of the Mind

posted by hgfan5602

Remembering is just an invention of the mind,
So tu need not try to remember something,
tu remember it automatically.
Which is the best thing that tu could have.

The good times that we had...
It is placed in a portion of your mind.
The bad times that we had...
It is placed in the other part of your mind.

tu try to forget all of the bad things that happened,
But it is not possible.
It is stuck in you.
The bad things are painted in ink on your heart.

The good things, tu try to remember.
And they stay.
They never go.
Never leave you.

Remembering is just an invention of the mind.
And, well...I guess I'm happy for that.
So I can remember every friend I've had,
Every boyfriend,
And all the good times.
Every memory will never leave my heart.
They will never be forsaken.
Never.

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Executed Innocence

posted by Problematic129

*Poem I wrote for a class project on the holocaust.
DON'T COPY*
Different in ways they couldn't control
Killed for reasons we do not know
Ranging from ages young to old
The innocent people were taken from homes
Soulless people did not care
That the Jewish were in despair
Concentration camps ending their screams
Breaking apart their families
Not once did they do anything wrong
They opened their mouths and sang a sad song
Years went por and más pain came
Until on one very special day
As one we all saved
The survivors of the Holocaust

Half and Half overlook

posted by hatjune

It is 120 years into the future and the Rights Organization is stronger than ever. They are killing más people than ever and there are only three people that can save the World and they are children. Jordan is a thirteen año old witch and is the daughter of the Greek god sun, Apollo. Mark, a fourteen año old wizard who is the son of Demeter. And last but not least Ivy is a thirteen año old daughter of Ares and a great witch. These three children are the worlds only hope. Read Half and Half, The Begining of the End.

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Be Proud, you're a Donkey! (A short story)

posted by sahour95

Stan, the young donkey, was wandering sadly around the barn. He seemed hopeless and wounded and had no desire to speak to any of his fellow donkeys; even talking to his father was not appealing to him that exact moment. In fact, he was feeling ashamed of having a donkey father. He was ashamed of being a donkey altogether.
As the moon and stars scattered across the dark, blue sky, Stan decided he no longer to wander. He needed some solution, he needed reassurance, and only his grandfather seemed appropriate for that particular job.
Grandpa Roger was sleeping peacefully in the barn. He had become...

Childhood Friends, Adult Crush [01] (slash/boyxboy)

posted by Insight357

Bane’s POV

I laid in the grass, watching the clouds. I was beginning to dose off, right before sleep took me, a body pounced on me. I groaned, and looked up. A shaggy haired boy was sitting on my chest, giggling. My best friend, Christian.
    “Get off!” I yelled rolling over. He slid off me.
    “Party pooper,” Christian stuck his tongue out at me. He was so childlike, but that was something I had always loved about him. That’s also why we got along so well. He was hyperactive and loud, while I was cynical and quite.
    I...

The apprentice

posted by Hades223

CHAPTER 1

Jason Card sat at his escritorio in his science classroom bored out of his mind. He hated science. It was his least favorito! subject. Mainly because it was the last subject of the día and por that time Jason was usually ready to go home.
Mr. Form droned on and on about chemicals o something. Jason didn’t listen. He just sat at his escritorio and drew on some paper. He was a very good drawer.
Jason Card was a fourteen año old as of yesterday. His black messy hair never gave in to a brush which usually meant it was mangled and messy and went down to his ears. He was wearing a simple red t-shirt...

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Camp De Luca

posted by lindizzle215

hi so im a new writer so please tell me if i should contine escritura this story. Please comment!!!!!
Rated: M

Today my brother Joey and I were going to drive down to the family camp that we help with every año and went here when we were kid’s but know were all teenagers so were counselors now. My brother Joey and I drive together every año and all of our other brothers drive up in there own cars o the young ones with the others. There was a new guy this año his name is Eddie. I think that I will like this kid as I get to know him. I don’t have to share a room because I am the only girl...

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the crystal night chapter 4!

posted by cullens-rule

Chapter 4 Tom

“it would be easier if tu knew, but I will try to explain, as well as I can, tu know my name is Tom but my segundo name is Cullen”
I interrupted him now
“Tom Cullen? Sounds old fashioned”
“It is, any way I’m just seventeen”
He looked away sheepishly like he was lying this made me curious would he really lie about his age.
“my real parents are dead now, they died of an illness I don’t really know much about them”
“I sorry that must be corazón braking”
He looked miserable he looked into my eyes and I could feel his pain, but he carried on
“I take after my father...

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How to give emotion to a story

posted by e2mma2weasle3

How to Add Emotion to a Story

1.    Understand palabras clave o Key Phrases. Key Phrases are phrases in a story that triggers the waterworks. They are sentences that make people cry. Such as, a pet dies. tu could write, "Goodbye, Old friend." A Key Phrase could also be an action. Such as, there are two pets. One pet dies. The other pet tries to sleep with the other one por cuddling up to the dead body.

2.    Add a lot of relationship between the one who dies and another character, whether that is a human o an animal.

3.    Add comedy to the...

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The Darkness (A Poem)

posted by sapherequeen

*Sigh* Okay, this is the first piece of escritura I will ever share with anyone. Rarely does the idea of a poem ever enter my dark mind. But tonight, just two minutos ago, this one came to me, and I had to...write...it...down...

I’m aching here
I’m bleeding there

Pain strikes within
My every move

And there’s
Nothing
I Can
Do
To Make It
Stop

The tears roll down my face
And freeze there quickly
And stay until the time comes
Where they are no longer frozen
And begin to stream down again

My hurt was bottled up
But someone broke the bottle
And now it’s
Everywhere
And there’s nothing
I Can
Do
To Heal Myself

I’m...

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Who Are The Real Monsters: Chapter 2 Hidden Creatures, Hidden friends Part 4

posted by H-A-T-R-M

“Look at them, trying to figure it out. Trying to work out why a pure-blood has come to their school, Antiworld, huh? This could be fun”. There was a young man sitting on the parte superior, arriba of a gargoyle wearing a white camisa, camiseta with a black capa over it. His eyes where a light green with a black cat eye stroke through it. As the man stood up tu saw that he had pitch black hair and his skin was white like paper. As tu closed in on the man’s face tu saw his eye drop a line of blood down his cheek, as if he was crying blood. The man looked up at the sun covering his face with his hand, he closed his...

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Me and Those - Poem por Vitor Martins AKA Sephisis17

posted by Sephisis17

hola guys! I just wrote this poem. I haven't written a poem in quite a while, maybe a year, and this one's an attempt to get back on the poem escritura path. Well hope tu like it, and please, if possible, add a comentario saying what tu think.

Me and Those

Ever noticed that in this life
Everyone wants tu to do something,
o be something
That sometimes tu don’t want to be?

They are those!
tu know them!
tu probably have those in your house.
They are those who expect tu to take a path,
Even though,
Sometimes,
tu don’t want to take.

They are those who expect tu to be great,
Even though,
Sometimes,
tu prefer to be small and humble.

But do tu think,
For the slightest second,
That they care about that?
They don’t!

They are your parents,
Your grandparents,
Your Uncles and aunts,
That since tu were born,
Came up with a path for tu in life.

But know this,
And say it to yourself:
They are those, they matter,
But me is I,
And I’m the main character.

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Broken Dreams Chapter 32

posted by BellaSwan636

Serena

She screams every time a police officer o strange nurse touches her. She refuses to hear them out. So, until further notice, she is staying in my apartment.

I glance at the clock in the waiting room. It's past midnight. Wow. Jamie and Ashleigh are asleep on a small green couch, with a receiving blanket draped over them. I pick them both up, since Kayla and I are free to leave, and we all walk outside to my car. Kayla opens the back door, and while I'm strapping the two little girls in, I signal for her to get in on the passenger side.

She's a broken person. tu only need to look at her...

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Worse Case Scenario (Poem/Song)

posted by livethislifeup

It's harder to forgive than to forget,
vice-versa, either way, it's still a threat,
time passes, memory flashes,
you're rememberin'
thoughts are coming in
no way to escape it, its a no win.
drives tu insane, tu try to up your game,
tell yourself they'll regret it and they'll live in shame,
just cause they dragged your name,
across every damn lane,
and tu got hurt every time, yeah tu still in pain,
and it ain't the same, tu all tense around them,
and más anger do tu gain.
Deep down it's still hurtin' you
like every wound would,
it's like a throbbing cut
that keeps your eyes tight shut,
and tu sound out...

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Broken Dreams Chapter 8

posted by BellaSwan636

Serena

On Friday, Tia had picked me up to go shopping.

Tia was ecstatic; for what reason, I had no idea. Tia was like a hurricane, she jotted down my sizes on her hand and then took of through the store at a pace that should've set her path on fire.

"You look great in black, white, and blue," she muttered. I saved that for future reference; she obviously knew what she was doing. Plus I'd been told that each of those colours looked nice on me before.

She pulled me into a dressing room, pointed out which outfits to try out, and exited to let me change.

I pulled a scary-looking black cabestro, halter neck...

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I Am My Own Path ~ A Poem

posted by fanfly

Artwork by me

Who are tu to judge?
Sitting right where tu are
tu have no claim on me

I know my own path
I am my own guide
tu are nothing to me
No matter how tu try

What do tu care?
If I'm not doing it right
I'm not following you

I know my own path
I am my own guide
tu don't know me
No matter how tu try

Why are tu here?
tu know I don't want you
I told tu to leave me

I am my own path
I know my own guide
tu can't mold me
No matter how tu try

Why do I feel compelled to write angsty poetry? I swear I'm not even that angsty. lol Oh well, I hope someone out there enjoys it.

The Cage tu Cannot See

posted by Epismatic

A whisper in the cavern that goes unheard,

and a glimmer in the sky that stays unnoticed,

like the start of a brand new life, at the peak

of a mountain never scaled, lies in wait.

It can't be moved por any cosmic mover,

so no passing wind o fog will douse it.

Only your eyes can scratch out the image

o accept it, the light at the edge of your eyes.

Will tu take hold of the key you're offered?

Stop canto of freedom; seek it instead?

To become a companion of the new

takes an ever expanding, soaring gaze.

But even por taking one step forward,

por placing one hand onto the mountain,

as the wind tugs gently at your back,

tu will realize the cage has already been broken.

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Slumber Of The Woodland (Part 4)

posted by zanhar1

Your hair is long, wet, and wavy and clings to tu as tu rise from the lake. tu get the sense that the water should be clearer. tu don’t dwell on it though, distracted por your own hair. tu don’t remember it being so long. With every motion the string of beads and shells woven into your hair bobs gently with a clicking noise. tu don’t realize that tu are topless until your hair settles against your back. But tu are not ashamed, there is a sense of liberation, tu can better feel what the earth and the wind are telling tu this way. If tu could see behind you, tu would know that...

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The Ballad of Melancholy: Gray

posted by pLaStIcSUNDAE

It's gray. It's always been so gray.

The beating corazón that searched for what it believed to be a forever, only to be led astray.

The beating corazón full of warm belief,

Now an iceberg of amargo, amargos regret, the surface a shallow reflection of the depths that rest beneath.

The smiling mask distorts the image of the surface, betraying the eyes.

The rigid, cold structure reduced to a cube of ice.

A problem crippled and crumbled into "I'm fine."

If the eyes are windows to the soul, then these windows have been fogged and cracked.

If the eyes are the windows to the soul, then within these, behind the mist,...

8 Elements Of The Nutshell Technique por Jill Chamberlain

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