Writing: Fiction: Like Boy Like Girl Login to Kupika  or  Create a new account 


Writing: Fiction: Like Boy Like Girl

* guest posting enabled *

8 December 2009, 09:38 PM   #1
Guest Poster
Prolouge: Annabell

I have a family related to me by blood, but they're hardly a family. There is no
love directed towards myself, only themselves. For me, there is abandonment and abuse.

I have no one to talk to about my life--not that I would anyway. It would only bring more
unnecessary problems to myself and others.

I have no friends at school, not even aquaintances. No one talks to me, looks at me, or
evens sees me most of the time. I was content with that. No one would ask about the
bruises or limps then. 

You could call me a loner. I kept to myself and didn't attempt to make friends. The only
time I was acknowleged was in class when a teacher called on me to answer a question. They
paid just a slight bit more attention to me. I had nothing I could do when I was home, so
I studied and did extra homework. 

So that's my life. Or at least it was. Until I met that boy.

Who am I you ask? My name is Annabell Sandra Smining, and this is my story.

13 December 2009, 09:42 AM   #2
Joined: 3 Oct 2009
Posts: 11
Chapter 1

The sun was hiding behind the clouds. The drizzle was touching me lightly on the back of
my neck. My hair was sprinkled with microdroplets. I was walking with my head down as
usual. Nothing to look up to.

And I bumped into him.

My best mistake of my life.

"Can't you watch where you're walking?"

He had a silky voice. It rang in my ears.
"Sorry", I mumbled.

I looked back as he walked.

And he turned.

Brown hair, eyes that I could drown into, high cheekbones, soft pink lips, a tanned skin
that I was yearning to touch. 

It was heaven.
love isn't really immortal, right?

13 December 2009, 10:19 AM   #3
Joined: 13 Dec 2009
Posts: 0

As i continued to walk down the street, i couldn't stop thing about the heavenly bump.
Although he reacted rudley. I wonder, did he notice what i looked like?

I was going to shops for my Mama.
She wanted:
Milk, Bread, Magazine, Tea bags and a bag of sweets for me and my siblings to share.
If i didn't get exactly what she wanted, i would be in deep trouble.

I walked on, to the shop and got the things.
As i walked through the door, yelling could be heard. 
Luckily the things i had gotten was correct. Just on the edge of the cliff.

13 December 2009, 05:12 PM   #4
Guest Poster
um, i actually was just looking for feedback on this because it's something that i wrote
a while ago and am still working on, so  yeah. i was thinking of getting it published but
i don't know. i just wanted feedback...

16 December 2009, 09:14 PM   #5
Joined: 28 Nov 2009
Posts: 7
Its a good starting position. Just gotta start writing!

17 December 2009, 12:51 AM    #6
Guest Poster
i will i have like, 60 something pages written down

No Privileges
You must be logged in to reply to this topic.
All times are GMT. The time now is 03:32 PM.

About Kupika    Contact    FAQs    Terms of Service    Privacy Policy    Online Safety
Copyright © 2005-2012