Writers, UNITE!

[Sen507]

I want to join the Writing Army!
Username: aibo7m3
Do you promise to write something at LEAST once a week? Well, not sure exactly how to answer this. I don't often write short stories, I work on much longer ones that take over a month to write each so I won't be able to start a new one each week but I will be working on my current ones.
What's your favorite color? Yellow.
Animal? Dog.
Fish? Um, honestly I am not sure.
Type of mythical creature? Once again, not certain.
Do you like fairies, elves, or evil creatures? Well, I don't write fantasy so not too much, but they're not terrible.
Anything else (do not leave blank): Well, I mainly write ghost stories, but told from the point of view of the ghost. So basically my main character always dies in the first or second chapter then the rest is told from the point of view of their ghost.

[GreekMythology<3]

color=#400040]I want to join the Writing Army![/color]
Username: TEHRAINBOWSKITTLE
Do you promise to write something at LEAST once a week? yes
What's your favorite color? Neon orange
Animal? horse
Fish? shark
Type of mythical creature? Cerberous
Do you like fairies, elves, or evil creatures? alitle
Anything else (do not leave blank): sometimes some keysdont work including the space barso i wont aways have proper grammer

[maximum entropy]

ATTENTION GUYS!!!!!! I'm getting overloaded with this amount of wonderful writers... So I'm giving the club away to one lucky member. Everyone who wants to own the club, please choose a number on the front page. When they're all loaded or there is no one left who wants to be an owner, I'll get a random number and that'll be the owner.

[min yoongi]

I want to be the future owner of Writers, UNITE!
Number: 3 (My lucky number :3)

[ohbreezey]

I want to be the futur owner of Writers, UNITE!
Number: 12//

Book One: Who Would've Known?

By BreezeTheLeafeon

Chapter One; o n l y t o h e a r n o t h i n g.

Minutes before, they were laughing and having a good time. The two were watching a good movie, the Lion King, and eating a bowl of popcorn. Then she had to go to the bathroom. A minute later, she came out of the small room, and nothing felt right. Meghan looked around the room.
"Adam?" Meghan asked the empty air, still searching for her lost boyfriend. She walked into a small bedroom, and fell silent. She listened for voices. Then a scream came from the basement, a manly scream, definitely. Her body went completely numb. She couldn't move at all. I mean, she wanted to run as fast as she could, but she couldn't. She fell to the ground, as a small red tulip fell in front of her. A young boy, about 17, stood just in front of the small blood-colored flower. Meghan looked up, eyes full of tears.
"Adam is okay." The boy says, kneeling down to her. He wipes the tears out of her eyes.
"Then show me him." Meghan said with a little bit of anger in her voice. The boy frowned.
"I'm sorry, but I'm afraid I can't do that," The boy said, standing back up. Meghan could see the slightest of a smirk on his face. The boy paused. "But I can give you this necklace." He added, holding out a silver necklace with a purple star pendant. Meghan looked up, and accepted the necklace. "Thanks." She said, standing up. She could walk again, but it hurt to step down on one foot. She walked back out of the room, looked back, and the boy was gone.
Meghan looked down at the strange necklace. She didn't plan on putting it on, just in case something bad would happen, but this time, something drew her into that necklace. It seemed so mysterious, like it was leading her to something. So she put the necklace on, and she vanished. In her place, was a statue of stone. Meghan looked back at the statue of stone, and then walked on into the Tunnel of Light.

Chapter Two; T h e T u n n e l o f L i g h t.

Traveling through the Tunnel of Light was…weird. Tons of people were there, giggling and making magical creatures. She ignored those giggles, and continued forward through the mysterious tunnel. Meghan heard a familiar voice ahead, a voice that happened to be singing one of her favorite songs, and stopped to listen.
"Dreams, that's where I have to go, to see your beautiful, face, anymore. I stare at a picture of you, and listen to the radio, hope, hope there's a conversation, where we both admit we had it good,"-There was a pause, as if the voice didn't know that part of the song-"And I realize, if you ask me, how I'm doing, I would say I'm doing just fine, I would lie and say that you're not on my mind, but I go out, and I sit down, at a table set for two, and finally I'm forced to face the truth, no matter what I say I'm…" The voice, definitely a man, sang out. Once Meghan knew that the voice was her one and only Adam, she sprinted to the voice, smiling as the necklace glowed brightly. Then she thought for a moment, 'Why is the necklace glowing?' and so she stopped. 'Is it a trap?' she thought again, getting quite worried as the voice kept singing. Then the voice stuttered.
"Not over y-y-y-you-you-you." The voice stuttered. Right then Meghan knew it was a trap. She turned the other way, and ran. She looked over her shoulder to only see Adam, or an Adam look-alike. Meghan didn't know who to trust, her mind an her necklace, who're telling her to run the other way, and her heart, who's telling her to run to him and give him what he wants and needs.
"Tell me who you are." Meghan said, the tone of her voice full of worry and fear.
"Who else wouldn't I be but your boyfriend?" the man laughed, smiling.
Meghan looked into his eyes, and knew that it was him. She ran up to him and gave him a giant hug. She then felt a large pain in her chest. Her whole body went numb as she fell to the ground.

Chapter Three; I n s i d e t h e C h a m b e r.

Meghan could still hear, but she could no longer move. So all she did was listen to herself being dragged. She cried on the inside, but no emotion was shown on the outside. Just after 15 minutes, her eyes started to open, to see she was enclosed in a cage made up of 15 black iron bars. Meghan heard voices in the background, so she fell silent to listen.
"We have her, your majesty." One voice said, as the other laughed.
"Magnificent. Bring her to me." The main voice, maybe the majesty's, spoke out, as the sound of footsteps came closer to the young girl. She backed up to the far right corner of the cage. The cage door opened, and the necklace glowed yet again, as if it was trying to tell her something, or doing something on its own. The guards, both men, took her anyways, as the necklace dimmed down, hiding itself. The tree entered a large room, filled to the ceiling with many luxury items, and Meghan took a little remark to herself. The guards then let Meghan go, and she made an attempt to run. Just then, something pulled her back.
"You aren't leaving until I get what I want." A voice said, as a mysterious aura surrounded Meghan. Meghan freaked out, as she was pulled back even more, into a chair. She was face to face with the majesty.
"Tell me where the potion is, my sweet, sweet, Cheyenne." The majesty said angrily. Meghan had never heard of a potion before.
"What potion? And my name's Meghan, not Cheyenne." Meghan said back in a snotty way. The majesty looked at my ears, both studded with silver.
"We have the wrong girl, David." She said to a man in the background. The man came out to be…the guy who told her that everything was going to be okay. That guy that gave her the necklace, which was currently around her neck, hidden by her scarf.
"Crap." The boy, David, said, running out the door to retrieve her twin sister. The majesty looked back at Meghan, then back at David.
"Follow him. Follow your dreams." She said, pushing Meghan away.

Chapter Four; F o l l o w i n g H e r O w n D r e a m s.

She ran up to David, him surprised to see her.
"You need to go back! Cheyenne can't see you, or bad things will happen." David said, pointing back to the castle. Meghan was confused, but she refused to listen.
"I'm coming with you. I didn't know that I had a twin, until the necklace told me. I am not leaving." Meghan said, running along with David. David looked at Meghan then looked back forward.
"Expect the worse, then." David said, running faster until the two reached a gate, leading to a mansion. Meghan gasped, walking forward as David broke the gate. It was night time, so Cheyenne's family would never know where she had gone. David walked into the house, Meghan close behind. Minutes later, the three came out of the house. Meghan felt suddenly very sick. She looked at David, and David looked at her.
"The potion is working. This is why you two were never supposed to meet." David sighed, running back to the castle quickly.

Chapter Five; W a t c h i n g F r o m T h e B a c k g r o u n d.

Meghan sat in the chair she sat in earlier, watching what they were doing to her twin. There was nothing she could do; there was a force field around the doctors and Cheyenne, and there were many guards around it. She felt better now that she was farther away from her own twin, but she wanted to figure out what caused her to feel so sick. She walked up to the majesty, who was looking down at Cheyenne being poked and pinched.
"Majesty, I want you to answer one of my questions." She asked as kind as she could, even though she particularly hated her. The majesty looked down at Meghan.
"What is it?" The majesty spoke, a mean tone in her voice.
"Why do I get this weird sick feeling when I'm around Cheyenne?" she asked, as the majesty looked back down at Cheyenne and the doctors.
"The rainbow stones are your only cure." The majesty said, pointing to the door. "Go find them."
And with those words, Meghan set off to find her only cure of her strange feeling.

[comcom123]

I'd love to be an owner! 5!

The snow falls softly gently,
chilling my skin.
my name is called,
but I look away.
my knight in armor appears,
and lifts me up, in to his arms
and unto my heart warming the cold
Ive known him forever,
how could I not see,
that he was the one?

[Raven~Scythe]

2 please

Lucy Harvestar was not a normal UK citizen. maybe because she was almost six feet tall, or because her eyes were as blue as saphires, or that her her hair was so dark it stood out at night, but most likely because she wa an inventor. she invented the strangest things as well. one of her inventions could turn your hair different colors but, as everyone soon realized, it stopped working after awhile and your hair would be stuck one particular color. no one would buy her inventions.

will continue later. getting tired.

[wolves+horses]

Wow, I haven't been on here in a long time! So... Sorry about the weekly writings being late...

BUT anyway: I was digging around in my old school stuff from 6th grade (I luv memory lane! ), and I found some story beginnings that I think are still pretty good (though I've altered them a bit; mostly just adding a little). Could anyone please tell me which they like best? Thanks a bunch!

1.)Various pitches of metallic clinks jingled overhead as my charm-bracelet soared across the grassy field. I lunged forward and outspread my hand. It skidded across my fingertips. My stomach tightened as the realization that I hadn't caught it set in. And my world began to crumble apart when I heard the exquisite piece of jewelry dropping into the murky pond.
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2.)She listened intently to the rhythmic pounding of hoofbeats on sand. The creature's creamy-white mane wildly flailed out behind it. It stopped abruptly, a wave of sand spit out in front. Then it thrusted itself upward and kicked at the sky with pearly hooves. Chilled night air fluttered across its silky, pale coat. This animal may not have had a spiral horn, but there was no mistaking that this was the most magical of all things; the very symbol of purity itself; a unicorn.
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3.)A net of shining stars hung delicately from the black velvet sky as pale moonlight cast its beauty on the dark, rolling hills that the lycan called home. At least for now. The gaze of his shadowy eyes rippled across the world around him, absorbing everything. Soon he would leave, as he always did. He couldn't risk getting found by any humans. Except for one. The girl who, quite literally, showed up endlessly in his dreams, though he did not know her name. He had to find her. Had to know who she was.

[TrebleMaker]

Rose swiped a quick hand across her eyes, and tugged her sleeve under her nose. She had to quit crying! Be strong, and not let her betrothed see her weak. Trying to control the tears flooding down her rosy cheeks, she let out a soft whimper. How could she have strength when her Mother laid there, dead? Teeth chattering, Rose dropped her head back onto her mothers collar bone, sobs over taking her.
When a strong hand was laid on her shoulder, she knew it to be the hand of Alek, her brother. There was no way her Father would be caught around his newly killed wife, not after what he did. As yet another sob racked through Rose's lean frame, she felt someone pull her into a hug, and then lifted her up. She caught sight of Alek's blond hair, a flash of his green eyes, and the her own eyes glanced shyly up to the man holding her. It was him, the man she didn't know yet did. The one she was to be married to in mere months.
It was too much, too soon. With them both here, how was she suppose to be strong? Needless to say, Rose could only burrow into Issac's chest, refusing to move from that spot. She didn't miss the others looks though, their smug expressions meant for her to see. They thought she was turning to him for comfort! Well, that did it! There was no way they would think she was actually falling for this. . .This. . . Whoever he was!
But as she tried to pull away from him, his strong arms wrapped more securely around her, not letting her go.
"Ray-"
"Let me go!" Her voice was a whisper as she cut him off, though it held strength she didn't know she posessed.
"Rayn, stop fighting me for a moment." His growl made her relax a little, though she was still trying to wiggle herself from his strong hold.
"Please, Issac, put me down." Rose blinked her eyes slowly, knowing he liked it when she was dramatic. It didn't work this time, and his blue grey eyes flashed with something that looked close to hurt.
He roughly dropped her onto Alek's lap, causing him to let out a loud yelp of surprise, then glare up at the man towering over him. "Careful man!" He said it through gritted teeth, and it spoke of warning. The two had been at each others necks since the proposal that her and Issac wed.
Placing a shaking hand onto her brothers shoulder, Rose softly slipped off his lap and onto the ground beside him. "Don't fight," She whispered to him, breath hot against his ear.
Alek hesitated, green eyes still flashing the warning as he glared up at the man. She really did hope they didn't fight again, she'd already had to treat more then her fair share of wounds that night.
Somehow, Rose found herself flat on the ground, eyes not able to focuse, and Alek and Issac standing over her, worried expressions on their face.
Their voices were faded as they tried to coax something from her, anything to give them a clue as to what was wrong.
"Rose? Whats wrong? Are you alright?" That was her brother, her betrothed didn't call her by her nickname. Was that worry she picked up, or was he still upset at him?
"Come on, Rayn, enough of this. We don't need anymore trouble." Ahh, yes, there was Issac, being himself again. She wondered when he was going to drop the caring act. Why should she care though? It's not like they would be seeing each other too often until the wedding, and even then he would be off to war so often. . .

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Just got bored and had a mood for a new story. :3

[Darechub]

I want to be the futur owner of Writers, UNITE!
Number (One. If you want more, it's either a pet on my WL or a uncommon+from 2009--): 4



The snow falls gently. (work in progress. Not really knowing where I'm going with this. ^^')