I'm Becky, I'm 13 and 150cm small! I aspire to be an author when I'm older and I absolutely adore cats, so I saw this app and downloaded it in a heartbeat! I've been writing since I was five, and it's my dream to write books. So any constructive criticism is great, but compliments help just as much! In the picture is me and my cat. :)
You wake up at 11:00am, and feel excited. But you've forgotten why... You check your calendar, and there's an event, labelled <3 Then you remember.
I pulled away and looked into her eyes. She pursed her lips and sipped her coffee. "Are you ready?" I whispered. Mum nodded slowly and sipped again.
There came no reply. With a groan, expecting the worst, I checked to see if Mum hadn't waken yet. The bed covers were disturbed and her pyjamas were sprawled on the bed, so she was definitely changed.
The sound of my alarm pulled me out of my black, dreamless sleep. I pulled a pillow over my head and groaned. I stood up abruptly, remembering my plans today.
That awkward moment when you've finished your wee but your cat is sat on your laps... While you're on the toilet..
My name is Becky Bevan I'm thirteen years old. Loquacious and smart, Good as gold. I don't rebel at school I keep my head down. Okay, I talk a fair bit.
"Look there's nothing we can do. Come back tomorrow, and the boss'll be here" he droned boringly. I watched his grey eyes as they stared at me. "The advert said to come today for the job..
Her lips stained red, her cheeks pale pink. Her mascara running down her chin and into the sink. Her hair is a mess and she pulls a strand out, liner smudges a bit and she gives a little pout.
I apologise Opuss, I've been gone a while I'm back again though Here to make you smile. With poems and stories I hope I win back your heart. I'm done with Facebook. That duck lipped blue tart.
If life was a qwerty keyboard.. U and I would be together. And there would always be a WE. - Becky B..
Let's get things straight. I am Becky, soon to be the new J.K Rowling, but better. I am quite a blonde, physically and mentally, and I have blue eyes. I'm small for my age and I'm skinny.
I looked around the room. It was dull and bland, and there was nobody there except from Jonas and I. I sighed deeply and stared into his warm eyes. He grasped my hand, interlocking our fingers.
The night is black And the stars are bright And the sea is dark and deep. But someone I know.. Is safe and snug. And they're drifting off to sleep. Round and round, A little boat.
"Yes. And a siren is whoowhoo!" - My two year old cousin..
I woke up on the sofa, in the arms of Jonas. I turned myself to face him and kissed his cheek. "Morning" I whispered. His eyes flickered open. He laughed in amazement. "He didn't come last night.
Can I just say, before I post part 3 of shadowed revenge, it's amazing that I am now 165 rank, which might not sound good to some of you, but I am completely blown over. Thanking everyone !!:D.
The doorbell woke me up suddenly. I quickly tied on my night gown and brushed down my hair, running down the stairs and opening the door to see... Him. Jonas. Time stood still.
My mind wandered as I lay in my bed, listening to my cats tranquil purr. I rolled out of the covers, a breeze hitting my leg gently. I sighed deeply through my nose and shut my eyes.
I hate how in society today, We must act a certain way. In school, to be accepted We have to dress, like they recommended. And if we don't, well you see, We aren't human, you and me.
Well it suits to my creative and literature needs, and is easily flexed around an every day life. I love to read and write, and my idol is JK Rowling. But that's not all.
Quite the melon, I was. With a monkey on my shnozz She called me a freak, At the end of the week While I booked a flight for Kos. FUNNY I shout But he's got the gout. So banana was never in peace..
The cats' ears lay back in thought as rain knocks thunderously on the conservatory roof. Hailstones bounce off in all directions. I shut the windows ensuring both cats are in.
She was that sort of girl. Cast out, people remarking 'Nice shoes' sarcastically.
You're my best friend And I am yours So it's my duty To tell you your flaws You're too funny And you make us laugh And I'm funny too But only by half.
Perfect. What does that word even mean?. In the dictionary, it says 'entirely without any flaws, defects or short comings.' But doesn't everything have a flaw.
I appear in a beautiful field, where fairies fly past peacefully. I tiptoe through the glossy green grass, daisies of all sizes tickling my bare feet. Blades of grass with dew drops shining.
It's quite lonely Being single, you know. It's quite dull And cold like snow. But what I don't understand, It confuses me, Is why people would date fish in the sea!:s.
Her heart thumps against her chest, cracks all the way down with every single beat. Tears blur her vision and she lays on the bed shakily. Ugly gasping and sniffling sounds linger in the air.
There was a man called Sprockett. Who went to the moon on a rocket. The rocket went bang, his balls went clang and they found his cock in his pocket!.
Congratulations, Opuss. I see you're app of the week. Good job!.
As soon as that word hits you, I mean... It hits you hard. It's just like they say... A ton of bricks fall, and they aim for your spirit and your smile, bringing them down.
Just thought I'd let my fellow potential authors know there is now an app that'll let create books and send them to Book Store. It's called iBookCreator. Hope I have helped..
So I'm in York. But I miss my beautiful cat, Daisy..): A poem for her; Loving, calm Paw in palm. She takes my breath away No matter the weather We're always together To eat, sleep and play.
So we'd just gotten out of having to play hide and seek with a very boisterous five year old. We'd been thinking about sunbathing now that she'd gone, but in the blink of an eye it started to hail.
There was an old man from Darjeeling, who boarded a bus bound for Ealing. He saw on the door 'Please don't spit on the floor'. So he stood up and spat on the ceiling!.
Wow. Just got this app, and it is amazing how many people have the same dream as me. So I want to be an author, like JK Rowling but even better... One thing to add; I'm extremely loquacious...