My stories!!!

Hey peoples, I have some of my stories ready for you from my english assignments!!!





This one is my best yet(personaly);

"Maddison, I cant stop thinking about the other night." "I know, nether can I. All that blood
looked so gross and that poor little cat. But i couldn't help it, it was like I was taken over by an inhuman thirst. But for what, I don't know."

After Maddison said that, Karen knew what they were both hungry for, BLOOD.

"How do you think it happened?" Karen asked Maddison. "I don't know. I was looking at
the scar on my neck and thought the only place it could have happened at was when we went to
the lake last week." Maddison answered. "Ya, but we didn't let any guys set any closer to our face than our lips. And I don't think I could just forget about someone digging their teeth in my
throat, saying I vant to suck your blood!""I know, I know. Sorry I said anything, grumpy pants."

After their long talk for about an hour, Karen said by and went to the computer to
see if IMing would get her mind off the srange things that circled her brain. Brendon was on
line after a few minutes. Just the person I need to talk to, Karen thought.

Karen911:Hey Brend, wats up?

Brend79:Nun much, wat 'bout u?

Karen911:Same. Hey I have some ?'s 2 ask u.

Brend79:Shoot.

Karen911:Ok. Do u hav sum books I could look at on vampires?

Brend79:Ya, sure. Wen do u need them?

Karen911:Tomarrow, if thats ok?

Brend79:Sure. Wat about a movie to go with it?

Karen911:O, being so generouis all of a sudden, now r we?

Brend79:Just doin wat I can 4 a pretty girl cooped up in her room all day.

Karen911:Sounds great, but sorry I'm not feelin so good.

Brend79:Playing hard 2 get? 2 bad, I thought we could c that chicflick you and Maddy r always gushing about.

Karen911:Wish I could. Mabye next weekend?

Brend79:Sounds good 2 me. C u l8tr, babe.



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Karen sat up straight, bolt upright in bed. 3:24, read the clock. I'm so thirsty, she thought.
I feel it, feel it growing in me like a monster. I need it. I need it bad. I could kill for it. And I will.
I have to in order to get it.

She got out of bed and put on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. Walking down the stairs, she could hear her godmother's yawns and snoring.

When she was only five she was in a terrible car accident and her parents had been killed.
She always wondered why she hadn't died with her family. So little at the, only nine, Karen would always ask her godmother, Tasha, why she was the only one left." You are very special Karen, I guess it is time to tell you the truth. Your parents found you on their doorstep covered
in a black blanket with a symbol that resembled much of a star. You were very different as a baby. You never liked to be breast fed or even at 5 after your parents had the accident, you were always cramped in your room drawing all sorts of strange things. Never playing with any of the other kids."

Now here she is, 8 years later, stepping out onto her porch into the cool, crisp night air. She sat in her car, starting the ignition. Setting out to search for her next victim.

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As she pulled into the driveway of Brendons home, she could already sense his blood running
through the vains in his delicious body. I will get it. And it will feel so good running down my my long, beautiful chin, she thought.

She entered the house through the back door, not even wondering if it was locked because most of the people in the small town of Brownfield usually didn't think there would be vampires sliping into there homes at night. She walked silently up the stairs heading up to Brendons room, who lay snuggled up under his sheets, snoring away. She opened the door, walked over to his bed side, slid down his sheet revealing his smooth neck, and pulled away his long, black hair from his ear. She then felt her fangs slide down over her fine chin, lowered her face to his, kissed him litely on his lips. He nearly awoke when she did this. Then she adjusted her head to face his neck and sank her fangs deap into his sweet flesh, feeling the warm liquid roll over her tongue.

DID YOU GUYS LIKE IT!? Please tell me if you have comments!P.S: I will have more.

LOVE; not for me?

Hey guys, this one isn't going to be all that long because my topic for this one is one I havn't gotten to experience enough yet. LOVE. I have heard some of my friends talk so much about it, but I never really have the need for it.

When me and Ish started going together, I thought I was so full with the word that I couldn't think strait. But after a few weeks, I found that love isn't for me(in junor high ofcourse). I know that when I get older i will find someone to spend the rest of my life with. And if you think i'm getting way to mushy, then you'd better stop reading while you can.

Now back to the subject I was supposed to be on before I got off task. Valentines Day. Well today is that day. Alot of you have a date for this special day. And the last thing I can say for today(because I dont really have anything to say about this subject, sorry) is good luck and I will write later tonight. Oh and also my b-day is on Tuesday!!!

FRIDAY 13nth

As a lot of you may know today is Friday 13, 2009. One of my friends, Sloane, just can't stop talkin about it. She can be pretty weird at times, but I have never seen her talk so much about a day in the week other than saying something bad about it. I just got back from a basketball game and while I was there almost all my friends were talkin about it. "OMG, did you here about the new movie about Jason!?""Ya, its supposed to be really good im going to see it later."

I couldn't stop thinking about how psycho all of them were being. Nobody brought up Valentines day at all. It was getting so boring listening to them talk about this stupid day, when finally, my basketball team was announced to go and give an award to our couch for 'Putting so much effort into it and helping us the whole way bla bla bla.'

Tomarrow isn't going to be very fun for me since I can't see my bf till tuesday afternoon. By the way his name is Ishmael, but we call him Ish for short. So thats all for now folks, till next time im Brooklyn Ryan and your watching MY BLOG. See ya.

Hi, my name is brooklyn. I am sorry I am only human to some of you, but to others im known to be very unique. I like to read books(which I know sounds corny), play basketball, and write. I am a sixth grader at Brownfield Middle School, and though to some of you we sixth graders look like small, juvinial three year olds and very childish, don't forget all of you have been there at some point in your life. What you don't know about us so-called-children, is that we have very great minds!
All I ever think about is reading. I can never stop thinking about what book im going to read next and what mystery awaits me. Right now my only carrer I would like to be is a writer(like Tommy Williams, one of the major characters from the very popular book GENERATION DEAD). My parents don't very much approve of me reading and writing so much. My father wants me to be a doctor, musician, lawyer, and be in the WNBA. My mother on the other hand, wants almost the same thing. Their reason for not wanting me to do what i was born to do, is because they think I spend enough time with them. I don't really mind not to spending time with them because i never liked being surrounded by poeple.
As from everything I have writin to you today, you may think i'm not a very good or creative writer, but that is just one of the reasons I have created this blog.I want to show everyone how much I am commited into becoming an author. I will have my poems and stories from assinments in my english class posted on my profile as soon as i can(if you want to read them ofcourse).