(@BeccaDaisy) Hiya, I'm Rebecca (Or Daisy). love to write. I go to Bedales school, I'm a model, song writer, actor and dancer. I'm 14 years old and I hope you enjoy my stories. xx
Well, I felt like telling you because I don't like it haha. Well my little brother is called will, that's the will in the username... And he wanted to write...
Why do you have to be so gorgeously cute. Why can't you look and smell like a newt. Why do you have to smoke so much shit. Why are you always up for just one more hit.
They're running through me, I'm dying inside. My hands are shaking, Something I can't hide. I try to breathe slowly, Think about when it's over. The time's drawing closer, I prey to Jehovah.
I'm sat in a corner, Ideas flowing through my mind. My fingers are typing, Rhyming words I need to find. I see all the others, Crisp and clear. Wish I could write like them, Release my fear.
Why won't you tell him, He really should know. It would be much better than when there's three months to go. He's old enough now, He'll understand. Wouldn't you rather have it all ready and planned.
That thing when you say a word too many times, and then forget what it means completely....
People rush past me, Gotta get to the gate. Can't walk any slower now, Don't want to be late. Ladies in uniform, Orange an black. Don't want bad seats now, Not at the back.
The way you canter, Across Spanish land. So gracefully strong, Standing proud and grand. Your mane in the wind, Your tail behind. Not trapped by these fences, Owned by mankind.
The thought still haunts me, A connection was made, Your stare pulled me closer The laws have been laid. I cannot love you, Nor you can love me, Don't blame my brother, It was not he.
Once upon a time, there lived a young girl named Aerie.
I remember the day I first saw her. Her hair red like saffron, her eyes like marbles, cats eye marbles. She was eight when I joined the church group, I found her sitting outside on The Artist's stone.
What the Attempt of this Opuss has shown me. I Cannot write poetry. Not at all. No I have it. What this opuss has let me see, I cannot write poetry. OH THE IRONY!.
What the Attempt of this Opuss has shown me. I Cannot write poetry. Not at all..
Her stare felt strong, did she know who I was. Her eyes were dark, spark-less like an abandoned attic. I ran, panicked, I didn't know what to do.
I was taking a shower, just a normal morning shower when I heard a scream. Not a scream of fright, more like someone was trying to get to me. I stopped my shower and stepped out.
I felt the sun on my feet, the sticky sweat dripping down my body. It reminded me of a pudding, one mother would make when we lived in Berlin. This memory didn't help my hunger.
Once upon a time there was a boy called Stephen, he had yellow-green eyes and blonde spiky hair and he was seven years old.
Are you afraid of death. Jw. x.
"I don't have tactics, I have tictacs. Cuz I'm fresh, Holla!" -Will.i.am. xx.
Hi, I'm Natalie. I'm 16 years old and I live in a dumping ground. My cease to exist to me. I've never met them and never want to.
You can hit me and slap me with objects you find, the pain will last for two seconds, the thought will last a life time.
He liked her, I knew it. But one thing had me,(which is very rare) why hadn't he asked Elle out. had he seen the way she looked at the boy this morning. Who was he, she didn't even know his name.
By will Millions of years ago we were roadants We survived the giant meteorite, we were in our burrows.
At break Elle as usual was on the grass with the girls, she was the most popular girl, and everybody wanted to be her friend. Now I know you're wondering why Elle needed an Imaginary friend...
Sorry to John Boyne, the observer, the Irish independent, the Irish times, the Ireland on Sunday and the independent...
He was older than her, almost sixteen. She couldn't tell though, his blonde hair was scruffy, it suited him, and his eyes pierced her, they were electric blue, like nothing she'd ever seen before.
When I was younger, sleep was stupid, just another thing in my daily routine.
I couldn't wait till tomorrow to try my dress, I grabbed Danny by the hand and ran to our room.
Later that night Danny came into our room, I hadn't left since dinner. "I'm sorry about what happened earlier" he said. I kept silent. He put his arms around me, I didn't move.
As I cry I struggle to breathe, I take your comments like arrows to the head, but I don't fight back, I always forgive or forget but I never know why, do I risk slipping out of your reach or take the...
We were sailing I felt I was free, with the wind blowing through my hair and his arms around my waist, I felt safe. "It's beautiful" I said "Just wait until we get there" he replied.
By will ----------------- My Computer is qwerty. My iPod is qwerty. My iPhone is qwerty..
By daisy. --------------------. I love that place. The place I feel safe. The place I feel seen. The place I feel free. The place I feel at home. I love that place. The place I am safe.
By Will -------------------- Ouch o were is my arm o hello python what why is my arm in your mouth o I can tickle you because I can move my fingers.
By daisy. You will need:. - two hearts filled with love. - two cups of kindness. - two pints of gentleness. -two pounds of hope and faith. - one world full of acceptation.
When you've said something too many times you forget what they mean, -I love you -I'm sorry -I hate you -I can't -I won't -I need that -I need you -help These are just some of the words we say, and...
By Will ------------------------------------- This story is about a boy, his name was Oliver. He loved to dream and never missed a night without a dream.
I just stood there, shocked, who would do this?. The fawn nudged its mother, what was I supposed to do, if I carried on the fawn could possibly die, but if I took it home what would mother say...
NO THERE'S DEFIANTLY A CAT IN TE HOUSE XX.
OMG JUST HEARD A MEOW. AND I TOTALLY FREAKED OUT SCREAMING "MUM DAD THERE'S A CAT IN THE HOUSE" WE SEACHED FOR A WHILE THEN I REALISED IT WAS A NOTIFICATION... xxx.
By Daisy ------------------------------------------------------------------ It was may, one of the colder days in may, and as usual I had nothing to do.
I wanted to find out what had bitten me, I went straight to the library. It said in the book that 2 things could have bitten me, The Sactoster or The Melonto.
I awoke, I panicked and looked for the suns positioning, twilight. I had to get back soon or people would know something was wrong. I felt drowsy, but got down the tree to my feet.
When I woke up I knew I needed to find out who that girl was, what she was doing and what else is hiding in that jungle.
She was running from something, I couldn't quite see what, then I heard a scream, it was a Heponsythisss's scream.