You're a teen-ager, it's 1am and you're lying in bed, anxious, the night before something you're honestly dreading the next day that's going to happen at school and dread it's going to be publicly humiliating. Out of desparation, you stay up most the night coming up with a plan.
What is the problem?
Who's involved?
What's the plan?
What happens the next day?
It's can be real, fiction, or both.
Post it if you'd like.
Thank you.
Topic:
Write about the great love of your life... not the story of what is/was, but try your best to capture it into
words.
Thank you.
Hey my name is Claire, I'm new to Livejournal after having a deadjournal for ages. I live in PA and just got back from Australia where I lived for about 6 months. Any feedback would be appriciated.
Do you have any brothers or sisters? How do you think they have affected your life? Are you a different person because of them?
(This one is old, but still relavent)
We were different then, my brother and I. His ravid temper was expended on me, being two years his junior. Sharp-edged toys preyed on my bare feet when I toddled across our worn tan carpet. He embedded these plastic teeth with little care to my cashew-shaped feet.
As we aged, I remember him coming home triumphantly from school, like a warrior from a hunt. I stayed home in our stucco house, befriending whatever poor creature slinked into our sunbeaten backyard.
When he was seven he became a blonde-haired god. I clearly see him climbing our apple tree as I sat sticky in the noonday heat. A breeze edged it's way through the tree like a comb through a knot. Looking up, his ash-white hair blended into the sun's shifting eye. Set aflame, he looked like Thor, out of place in the shifting deserts of New Mexico.
As we grew up, we grew together, like trees in a forest. His meager two years seniority melted as I hit puberty. Sprouting and shedding very soon and very suddenly, I became a flaxen-haired Norsewoman. I seemed older than him. I entered highschool with a keen mind and ambition. Where he was neglected in school, I was given opportunity. I was ushered through gifted classes and AP whatevers like they were a joke. Looking back, they were a joke. The only things I needed to know cannot be taught in a classroom. My brother shifted through woodshop and US History with a burden of work over his head. For once, the sun seemed to be elevating me to importance. I never thought the sun could ebb away...
Lacking fulfillment, I entered a period of mourning for the failed experiment of the human race.
Inconsolable.
I saw no difference between darkness and light. All but one of my runic creators abandoned me. My steadfast Thor emerged out of the wreckage I created from my life.
My brother.
His weaknesses and faults had been patched as he progressed. Now that my view was cloudy and my frame was wan, he patched me. He made me whole again, tacking and sewing my frayed nerves and disjointed ligaments until I returned to human form. Our lives began to mix and intertwine. Where he ended, I picked up, like a fjord into the sea. We became not rivalrous siblings but similar beings.
Our strength became one and we persevered. We were forged in the womb and smelted in life. My blood will always bear traces of him. Our scars line up and the exact position of moles will always be imprinted upon us. We grew towards eachother like high branches over a road.
-
- Current Music
- David Bowie - China Girl
I am new here and I love to write as a lot and I wanted to offer a idea if anyone has died in your family write them a letter as if tehy were really here. In my beliefs someone dies twice first their soul goes to heaven or hell then they die when people stop beieveing in them
We are all shaped by what we believe in. What is your most important belief?
What is the most important thing you learned from your father?
Reply to this...
What we own (or what owns us) tells us a lot about ourselves. What is your most precious possession?
We are all shaped by what we believe in. What is your most important belief?
Andrea
-
- Current Mood
-
disappointed
I AM SO SORRY!
Lots has been going on, long story, but I will get better about this and get back to a bi-weekly or weekly schedule.
Here's your topics!
Do you have a special place that you went to as a child, which still means a lot to you? Do you ever go back to visit?
Do you have any brothers or sisters? How do you think they have affected your life? Are you a different person because of them?
Thanks for sticking around guys, I give my solemn promise I will get more on top of this community!
Andrea
-
- Current Mood
-
guilty
Ok, last night I posted some information on the site I wanted to make, and some people are confused.
THE SITE IS NOT THERE TO PROMOTE TEEN PREGNANCY!!!!!!!
I in no way support teen going out and "getting knocked up"
The site is merely a way for teens who DID get pregnant to gatehr and share their stories, advice, etc. It'll also be a place to go for teen who are pregnant and need advice from people that have been in that situation!
The name "teen_parents_advocation" does not mean I believe that teens should be going out and gettin pregnant! It means that there is a support system for those who DID get pregnant and those who do!
Please, contribute though.
And someone mentioned that the layout and background are awful- I know. It's under construction. I have something totally different in mind and halfway done! So please don't take what Iam saying the wrong way.
excited