Places To Go, Secrets To Keep; Chapter 20; teaser.

“Uh, Bella.” I said awkwardly.

“I know, I know, my dress.” Bella giggled, blushing. “This is why I can't borrow them from Alice or Rosalie now. They always get damaged.”

“Yeah...” My voice trailed off as my eyes traced down Bella's legs; her gown had been ripped at about mid-thigh by a green laser that had unexpectedly flashed. Luckily, she had jumped away, saving her legs, but not her dress.

(A/N: Just in case anyone saw Get Smart [if not then go see it!], I got the inspiration for this scene way back from the movie when she ripped her dress in half. I'm not going to re-do the whole scene, just that the dress is ripped.)

I quickly brought my eyes up as to not let her catch me staring at her exposed legs...no matter how much I wanted to stare at them more...

I shook my head, clearing it somewhat. “At least we got passed that, right?”

“Ye—” Bella stopped talking abruptly as we heard footsteps. Her body stiffened as we heard a man's voice. “Hide. Now.”

I searched the corridor with my eyes, and they landed on a door. “Here.” I grabbed her arm and started pulling her along.

“My heels are clacking!” Bella whispered worriedly.

I quickly swooped her up in my arms, bridal style and kept moving towards the door. I opened it to reveal...a small closet.

“It's all we've got!” Bella got down slowly, took off her heels, and pulled me into the closet.

The closet was smaller then it looked, leaving me pressed against Bella. The only sound was our heavy breathing.

“Shh.” She whispered, her breath fanning out across my neck. I shivered.

I tried to move for more room, I didn't want her uncomfortable, even if I loved where I was. But the only thing I accomplished was making my lips closer to hers.

The footsteps neared closer to the door and my breathing picked up, becoming louder.

“Stop breathing so loud.” Bella hissed.

“I'm sorry, I can't control it.”
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What shall happen?? Check out the full chapter on my fanfiction account.

xoxo

-{mari}

Merry Christmas

Merry Christmas.

Her chest was so tight with grief it hurt.

Everything hurt.

It hurt to hold back the tears.

It hurt to see how shallow she really was.

Everything hurt.

Two presents.

One bag.

One envelope.

One pair of pajamas, one sweater.

One fifteen dollar iTunes card.

It hurt.

She knew she was lucky. She knew that her most expensive and best gift was already opened, set up on the table, humming with life.

Her laptop.

But somehow, that wasn't enough for her.

Shallow.

Her stomach tightened, it hurt so bad.

Her eyes tingled. That hurt, too.

Christmas didn't feel like christmas.

It felt like a thursday.

Just a normal, dreary, awful thursday.

Except she wouldn't get to see her best friend.

That hurt.

Her aunt walked into the room. Happy.

She got up, plastering a smile on her face.

It hurt to breath.

She hugged her aunt, thanking her.

She walked back to her spot on the couch, and looked outside.

It didn't look like Christmas.

Sunny, with the bits of snow that hadn't melted still there.

“Merry Christmas,” She whispered to herself.
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I hope you all are having a better Christmas then me.

Also, Im entering a poetry contest. Im entering three of my poems: Tainted, Happiness, and Just This once.

xoxo

-{mari}

Kate & Mari Make a Fanfic.

Hey. As you may or may not have read in my latest post in my blog (This is Kate), Mari and I wrote a Twilight fanfic about Leah Clearwater/Jacob Black.
(SPOILER ALERT.)
It takes place at Bella and Edward's wedding, in Breaking Dawn, after Jacob grabs Bella trying to convince her not to do anything on her honeymoon. (Except that Leah is there.) Mari and I wrote what SHOULD have happened, in our opinions. This was all done over texts last night, hope you enjoy!

"Get off her!" Edward cried.
Seth and Leah Clearwater ran over to where Edward had yelled, trying to see what had happened.
Bella, scared for both herself and Edward, ran to find Esme or Alice, leaving her new husband alone with the pack.

Leah had chosen to dress up for once. I mean, it was a wedding. And even though Jacob had been telling himself he hated her, he couldn't help but be impressed as she ran over to him with her brother. For a little while, Leah's looks even had him wondering what he ever saw in Bella.
Edward smiled at Jacob's thoughts. Without the mutt chasing his wife around, they might fully get to enjoy their honeymoon.

But that didn't fully control Edward. He was still so angry that he sent his rock-hard fist flying straight into Jacob's jawline in a punch that'd even do damage to a werewolf. Jake began to fall with a muffled cry of pain, before going completely unconscious.
Leah, twitching with anger and using all her strength to stop from phasing, ran to Jacob's side, catching him right before he fell to the shadowy ground. "You leave him alone!" she snarled at Edward. The female werewolf was now holding Jake so that he was laying across her lap, (as she was on the ground- It's not like she cared whether her dress got dirty or not) and covering his body protectively against any more punches that may be headed his way. But that's when Edward stopped. He saw no point in punching Leah.

Jacob Black was out cold.
"Jake? Jake, can you hear me?" Leah asked him affectionately. Then, as if just realizing she wasn't alone, Leah snapped back to her old self. "Uh... I mean, Goddamnit Jake, get up and kick this leech's sorry ass!" She turned to Edward, who was watching the scene with a smile. "Bloodsucker!" she spat at him. As soon as Leah saw Bella running back over to her husband she snapped, "Leechlover!" Why had the human girl gotten the happy ending? It was so unfair.

"Edward! Edward, darling, what happened?! I heard Leah screaming... Edward, are you okay?!" Bella asked, frantically and out of breath.

Leah stuck out her tongue. Thanks to Sam, any form of love made her sick. Any form of love, that is, except for what she felt for Jacob Black.

"Yes, love, I'm fine," Edward smiled, "Leah, tell Jacob we appreciate him coming. But why don't you and the pack get something to eat and then take off?"

"Fuck you, leech! We'll leave when we want to!" the Quiluete girl yelled. She looked down lovingly at the man she was still holding. Why did he have to be in love with Bella?

"Actually, Leah," Jacob's husky voice made her heart leap, "I think he's right. Maybe we should leave."

The relief she felt over hearing his voice overpowered her, and she threw her arms around him. "Oh, thank God you're okay!" she blurted out. Everyone stood there, confused. "Uh..." she stuttered, removing her arms, "I mean, now I don't have to drag your dead weight down to La Push."

"Always such a lady," commented Jacob, who now got up and dusted off his black pants casually.

"Jake, you ok? That looked like it hurt," Seth asked.

Bella, who had missed the whole thing, asked, "What hurt?"

"When I bruised your husband's ego," Leah joked lightly, smirking.

"Uh.... ok," said Bella, not quite getting the joke. She turned to Edward and asked, "Honey, this is gonna sound weird from me, but it's our wedding so... you wanna dance?"

"Of course." Edward smiled brilliantly, taking Bella's hand as they walked toward the dancefloor. Leah stuck out her tongue and muttered, "Saps."
Bella had it all, Leah thought. Plus, the most wonderful guy in the world loved her, and she didn't even care! What a stupid bitch.

Leah turned to Jacob, who was now staring at her. "What?" she snapped.
Jacob shook his head, thinking of the all-too-true song lyrics, 'if you can't be with the one you love, love the one you're with.'

Seth's whining broke through his thoughts. "Do we really have to leave now?"

"We don't have to," his sister answered softly. Jacob's gaze was filling her with so much affection that she couldn't manage her usually sharp tone.

Jacob kept shaking his head, thinking of that damn song. He glanced at Bella and then at Leah, comparing the two. Who, who to choose? They were both looking so beautiful.
So he started thinking. Leah had always been there for him. They were, despite their constant bickering, best friends. And hadn't she just protected him from Edward?
Leah. Leah. Leah. The name began to take on a new meaning in Jacob's mind.
Leah Clearwater was tough, and the one girl he was sufficiently (and reasonably) scared of- the exact opposite of Bella Swan.

"Hey assface, I said me n' Seth are gonna get sumthin' to eat, are you comin'?" she asked him, breaking him out of his daze. Wow. How had that line given him butterflies in his stomach?

"Yea," Jacob said quietly, taking one last look at Bella. She was dancing with Edward- she was happy. Now he could finally be happy, too.

"Alright, c'mon, dickhead."
Seth smiled at his sister's bitter comments.
The three shape-shifters were at their table eating when Jake asked, as if out of the blue, "Leah, wanna dance?"
Leah almost choked on her food. "W-what?"
"You don't mind getting trampled on?" Seth asked, shocked. His sister slapped his arm. "Seriously, man... she can't dance."
Leah got up, grabbing Jacob's rough hand. "I'll show you dancing."
Jake smiled. Only Leah Clearwater could turn dancing at a wedding into a competition.
He lowered his hands on her waist, and they both felt each other's hearts speed up.

Edward, at his own table with Bella, watched them and read their thoughts with satisfaction.
Edward peeked at Jacob from the corner of his eye, smiling. Bella looked over at him as well and whispered something quietly into her husband's ear.

Jacob pulled Leah in closer to him. They both held each other tightly, not wanting to let go.
"Leah," Jake whispered into her ear, seductively.
"Yea?"
"You suck at dancing."
Leah smiled. "I know."

When the song ended, they turned to go back to their table, where Edward was waiting for them.

"Damnit leech, can't you leave us alone for once?!" Leah yelled. Then she stiffened as she realized her words. She had made them sound like a couple.

Edward laughed out loud. "And by 'us' you mean...?"
"Me and Jake," Leah answered coldly.
Edward looked down at their hands, which were still interlocked.
"I see," Edward smirked.
Then Bella walked over, and noticed their hands. "Aww, are you two...?"
Jacob and Leah looked at each other, and then quickly removed their hands. "No!" they cried in unison.
Bella looked disappointed. "Aww, too bad, you guys would be cute together. Hey, Edward... we should get over to Alice, she wants pictures."
Edward sighed. "Of course she does."

When the newlyweds had left, Leah asked in outrage, "What was that stupid leechlovers' little comment all about?!"
"Well, we were holding hands, it might've looked like we were a couple." Jacob scratched his head, and his answer only seemed to get Leah madder.
"Why are you always defending her?! Make up your fucking mind, Jake!"
Jacob was startled. "W-what? I was just saying-"
"Oh please! Get over her already, she's married now!"
"Look, I was just-"
"Ok, sure sure," Leah quoted him, even imitating his voice. "You just wanna avoid the fact that you will never have her!"
"I could say the same thing for you and Sam." Jacob said, his eyes suddenly cold. "Leah, you're such a bitch. Here I was thinking you were actually gonna be decent. Guess I was wrong." With that, he shoved his hands in his pockets and started to walk away.
"Wait," Leah said. Jacob turned to face her. She moved in close to him and suddenly couldn't take it anymore; her lips violently moved onto his.
Jacob gasped in surprise and pleasure, and Leah slipped her tongue into his mouth. "Jake, you have to understand..." she said against his lips.
Jake kissed her back intensely, running his hands all over her back. "I do understand... more than... you will... ever... know", he managed to say when his mouth was free.
"Say it," Leah almost begged.
Jacob managed to tear his mouth from hers to mutter exactly what leah wanted- no, needed- to hear: "I love you."

Snowy, er, I mean, Winter Wonderland.

xoxo

-{mari}

Collision; Chapter 12; teaser.

The same growling sounded, and I smelt the werewolf again. Bella stiffened, wrinkling her nose.

“He followed us.” I growled angrily. Me in danger was fine, but putting Rosalie and the rest of the family in danger was not acceptable.

“Bella—in the house, now.” I ordered.

“No.” Bella said back. “No way is this...mutt going to be left alone with you.”

I could smell my family in the living room and prayed that they wouldn't look out the window.

But of course they did, and I heard heavy gasps.

The werewolf's head moved from in between me and Bella, probably trying to decide which of us to attack first. I could see his eyes linger on Bella, gauging her based only on her semi-petite form.

The werewolf put his huge paw out, taking one small step toward her.

Bella crouched down, her eyes murderous, and let out a growl that made the werewolf shiver slightly.

The family was quietly making their way toward us. Edward's face was twisted in agony, along with Esme and Carlisle. Jasper and Alice had an odd sense of worry, along with Shaina.

The werewolf made a move to step closer to Bella, and she growled again.

It crouched back, ready to pounce.
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xoxo

-{mari}

Don't and Just This Once.

Don't.

Don't try changing me,
Don't try blaming me,

Don't try saving me,
Don't try fixing me,

Don't try scolding me,
Don't try preaching to me,

You're better off not trying.
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Just This Once.

It's when you turn, and catch my eye.
And everything is displayed.
I can see you're guilty.
If only you'd say it aloud.
Just this once.

It's when we turn and face each other.
And we half-smile lightly, like we have too.
I can see you're sorry.
If only you'd say it aloud.
Just this once.

It's when you have to do something,
And it involves me.
I can see you don't mind it.
If only you'd say it aloud.
Just this once.

It's when I look, and see you there.
And you stop, and meet my eyes.
You can see I'm unhappy.
I can see you care.
If only you'd say it aloud.
This one time.
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My favorite out of those two is Just This Once. It's one of my top ones I've written. It's one of those works that you get an idea for and you write it out and you don't have to edit it because you already think it's as good as it can be.

I love those.

Anyway, this one is one of favorites, after 'Untitled', 'Pot', and 'When'.

I hope you enjoyed them.

xoxo

-{mari}

Simple Enough

Simple Enough. (Biography)

I chose to be brave.

I searched through my clothes. I saw the sun outside. It was beautiful out.

I was just going to the library with my friends. That was the plan.

I slipped on a short-sleeve shirt, a skirt, and leggings. Simple enough.

What I didn't expected was going to the park. Or seeing that boy I liked. Or meeting that boy's friend.

Or having someone question me.

We went to the park on a whim. That boy was there, along with his friend. They were playing football. Simple enough.

Then those silly little hand-games caught on. The girl that I'd gone to the library with took my hands, asking me to play.

I nodded, dumbly.

She looked down at my forearms. She noticed the red and purple scars and fresh scabs on my arms.

“What happened to your arms?” She almost shouted. Almost like she already knew. The answer was not simple enough.

I didn't answer. I pulled my arms away, subconsciously pulling the sleeves of my midnight blue shirt down as far as possible. Covering the cuts.

I shook my head. I hoped that she would drop it.

But she didn't.

Finally, I just blurted out, “I'll tell you later,” with no real intention of telling her the truth.

Which lie would I tell her? That I had scratched them in my sleep, like my mother believed? That it was nothing, like my aunt pretended to believe? That it was poison ivy, and I'm deathly allergic or that they were mosquito bites, like I told almost anyone?

I didn't have to decide. She left with her friend, and she never asked again.

A/N: I still wonder what would've happened if I'd told her the truth. Would she have shied away, called a therapist, told my disapproving aunt? The possibilities are endless, I guess. One of those 'What if?'s in life.


xoxo

-{mari}

Off Road

Hey everyone.
As you may or may not have read in my personal blog, I posted the first 2 chapters of a story I've been writing, "Off Road." The story is about four 17 year olds who.... well, read this little excerpt from chapter 2, and that should give you the gist of it.
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Lindsay sighed. “Just bear with me. Ethan, Simon, you, and I are very different from each other. But we have one unfortunate thing in common: our parents aren’t satisfied with who we are. See, Britney Summers doesn’t have that problem. Anyway, I say the four of us meet up one night and just drive, drive really far away.”
“How will that solve anything?” Stacy asked.
Lindsay looked satisfied, as if she was setting her up to ask that very question. “Simple. We’ll keep getting further away from home with each day. Our parents will get worried, making them realize how much they love us. Plus, when it’s all over, we’ll be the same people we were before, and they’ll see that who we are got us through this situation. They’ll see that we’re fine just the way we are!” she replied.
“You’re crazy.” Stacy quickly said.
“Am I? Am I?! Or am I just so sane that… well… um, no, I’m not. Just hear me out. How long have you been unhappy because of your controlling parents?” inquired Lindsay.
Stacy sighed. “I dunno…” she started, “since I was, like, twelve.”
Lindsay seemed satisfied with that response, too. “I think my point has been proven.”
“But, like, what does that prove?” asked the confused Stacy.
Lindsay seemed to be getting annoyed that her friend didn’t understand the plan. So she tried being a little more direct. “I’ve been dealing with my mom since I was ten- almost eight long years of this! And sure, we’re moving out of our parent’s houses next school year, but when we move out, they’re not ever gonna know how we feel about them!”
Stacy just became more confused, or at least it seemed that way. “But couldn’t we just like, tell them how we feel?”
Lindsay swallowed hard and said in a serious tone, “But it’s not like we haven’t tried that before.”
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Please read chapter one and the rest of chapter two on my personal blog, and HONESTLY review it.

Signed,
Kate Broflovski

Collision; Future chapter teaser.

I turned away from my meal as I heard growling. Not vampire-ish growling, either.

The air was thick with the putrid smell, and I could hear Jasper running toward where I was.

The huge russet-colored werewolf loomed over me, about 20 times my size and height, and most definitely weight.

My lips curled over my teeth as I let out a guttural growl. I moved back slightly, pushing the deer I'd had two feet away.

I snarled, knowing that the only thing I could do was fight, and fight I would.

I could hear three sets of nimble feet running now.

The werewolf must have noticed, but he didn't back down. He was arrogantly thinking that he would last.

Werewolves were idiots.

I got ready to pounce at the same time he did.

I let him charge fist, dodging with a second to spar and digging my sharp nails into his hunched shoulder. The werewolf let out a fierce howl, and I ignored the blood dirtying his fur, making it redder.

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I won't tell you when this fits in.

Isn't it funny how Collision has the least chapters and the one I'm almost done with is the Spy Story?

still hungry? alert me on fanfiction.

xoxo

-{mari}

It All Cliques Into Place; Chapter 9.

It All Cliques Into Place; Chapter 9.

Disclaimer: Puh-lease. Am I older then 20? Then why would you think I'm Lisi?

-PCPCPC-

MASSIE: THEY HAVE G2G.
ALICIA: TOTALLY.
CLAIRE: PRANK?
MASSIE: PRANK.

Massie internally applauded Claire's idea for a prank. She pursed her lips, “I have to go to the bathroom for more cosmetics. Can you guys help?”

Immediately everyone got up, but Claire stopped the TT, “Not you.” She smiled as fakely as possible, and followed the rest of the PC into the bathroom.

During this, Nina stayed seated. Kristen noticed, and like Massie and Alicia(though she had know idea they had also felt like her) she felt guilty. “Nina, can you come too?”

Nina graciously got up and followed Kristen into Massie's huge private white-on-white bathroom.

“Okay. We have to prank the TT.” Massie said quietly.

“TT?”

“Terrible Twins.” Massie said. “Anyone have any ideas?”

Nina smiled an evil smile, “I think I've got one...”

-iiisssooobbbeeelll/ccceeellliiiaaa-

“I wanted the purple.” Isobel whined to her twin sister.

“And I wanted the blue. But neither of us got what we wanted, did we?” Celia snapped.

“I'm so hungry...” Isobel whined again. She put her tanned, ring covered, hand on the mini-fridge door handle. Massie smacked it off as she walked in, not carrying any of the aforementioned cosmetics.

“What about the cosmetics?” Celia sneered, as if she read Isobel's mind.

“I didn't need them after all.” Massie answered casually. Isobel noted that her amber infused brown eyes had a wicked gleam to them.

The rest of the girls filed in, taking seats on their sleeping bags.

Celia watched in horror as Nina dragged her sleeping bag into the circle, and then curiously as the snobby, spoiled, girls just let her in.

Massie paused, watching as the girls packed their folders into their stylish designer handbags that substituted for those ugly, nylon backpacks.

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that's what I have so far, just a bit of the chapter to come.

hungry for more? alert me on fanfiction.

xoxo

-{mari}

A Little Sprinkle Of Fashion; Teaser.

Estella and Rosalie stood, bright-eyed and clad in new clothes that looked like something from Oscar de La Renta, speaking about the French fashion week celebration.

Rosalies piercing blue eyes were locked on the camera, and it felt like she was staring at me. Her eyes were soft and bold, but there seemed to be an undercurrent of bossiness and superiority.

I turned my head away quickly. Alice finally walked over from the accesory table on the side of street.

“What's wrong?” She asked quietly.

I just shook my head. I didn't even know what was wrong. Suddenly I didn't feel good enough, I felt inedequate compared to Rosalie Hale.

I shook my head again. Rosalie was just intimidating. There was nothing too bad about me. Sebastian was way better of a boss. Rosalie and Estella were not better then me.

I had to just keep telling myself that.
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xoxo

-{mari}

Tainted.

Even the prettiest flowers can be tainted.
Even the most pristine clothes can be stained.

Even the most beautiful hair can be tangled.
Even the best bracelets can be mangled.

Even the greenest of grass can have weeds.
Even the toughest guys can be weak.

Even the lovelist eyes can shead tears.
Even the fullest lips can produce sneers.

Even the fullest package can lack.
Even the best crafted façades can crack.

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fictionpress, devaintart, personal blog;
all updated.


xoxo

-{mari}

Claustrophobia.

Claustrophobia

So many people...there were so many people.

She turned around, desperate for some refuge where her body could numb out.

The noise...so much noise.

Her migraine raged. Any noise, the shoes on the freshly-washed floor, the rumble of voices in the hallways, and even her own thoughts, set off another pulse of excruciating pain.

She turned again, trying to spot a familiar face.

There was none. She was alone, but the room was crowded.

She could barely breath. Suddenly the florescent lights were blinding to her eyes.

She swallowed; her mouth was dry now.

Tears of fright and anger gathered in her eyes. She blinked them back to the best of her ability.

She tried to calm down; she had to get out.

She took a few steps, noticing the glass double-doors for the first time.

She ran out without a second though, gulping down the fresh air.

It was sad that her insecurities and claustrophbia had escalted to this effect.
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I'm claustrophobic. :/

signed,
Mari,
Hollywood Reporter.

Fanfiction, and photography!

Chapter 10 of Collision: Time

BPOV

“You two are so cute!”

“Aren't they?” Alice shrieked. “They have the cutest moments, too.”

Everyone nodded.

Edward was beaming, his eyes were sparkling. He moved next to me and put his arm around my waist. He leaned down to whisper in my ear, “I--

He stopped because everyone was watching us.

“What?” Edward and I said in unison.

Alice broke out in giggles, “Awww!”

My nose scrunched up in embarrasment. I turned and hid my face in Edward's neck.

“Awww!”

“Stop!” Edward and I said in unison, again.

Edward chuckled, “I feel like I'm on one of those TV shows where they put cameras in the house and everyone watches me.”

“Me too.” I whispered.

Alice and Shaina were having a debate on something else, but Esme was still watching us. She beamed. Edward beamed back, and I smiled softly.

“Now, why don't we get back to working out the ‘war’?”

EPOV

We all froze.

“What exactly are you doing here?” I asked vemonously.
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That's only a bit, it's a teaser. :D

signed,
Mari,
Hollywood Reporter.

Photography?!

Im really getting into fashion portraits and photography right now :D

signed,

Mari,

Hollywood Reporter.

fanfiction

Seeing as this is, essentially, a writing blog, and all it's been is intros and links recently, I feel that I should post some writing.

Chapter 20 of Superbia:

He was standing there.

Just there, looking at me pitifully with his dark eyes.

“You came,” he murmured, stepping towards me and reaching his arm out towards me.

“Don't.” I said, flinching away.

He lowered it. “But it's okay, now, Bella!” He said happily. “Alice is coming back!”

“She is?!” I asked, momentarily shocked.

“Yes!” He smiled beautifully. “And she and Jasper can get married again, and you and I can be together again, and Flynn will be happy to have Alice happy, and then we can all be happy again, and go back to normal and be happy again!”

He looked so hopeful, so sure of all of this, as 'happy' flew from his lips repeatedly, that I hated myself more than ever for letting the next words slip through my pink lips.

yeaaahhh...

deviously deviant?

I figured since Mari posted her deviantART on here, that I should put mine on too :) Enjoy.
My deviantART

xxx

New Linkage.

There's a few new links that need to be shared.

http://www.bloggers-heart-books.blogspot.com

http://mari-xx.deviantart.com.

The first is the new book-review blog, created by Lanna. The second is my deviantART. I'm sad to say that I'm already obsessed with DeviantART after one day. Thanks a lot, Nia. ;D

Also, If Sammy is reading this, please send me all of the parts to our co-author story that you have. Or I could send you mine.

Yeah.

Laters!

signed,
Mari,
Hollywood Reporter.

Mia,

Hi :) I'm Mia.
I really suck at introduction posts, and I hate writing them, but I need to if I want to be part of this awesome shared blog. :D
So, I'm thirteen, born on July 27th 1995.
I live in Canada. In a small town, where nothing exciting ever really happens.
I have awesome friends, and am lucky that I don't really have anyone to hate, and I don't think anyone hates me. Dislikes me, maybe, but hate, no.
I do have, one strange ex-boyfriend though. He's pretty much all I blog about. Not in a good way though. I just ramble on and on about him.
So I'm surprised that a few people actually read my blog, but I'm thankful. Very. I just met some of you, and I already feel as if, after a long, boring day at school, I can sign on to blogger, post about something that isn't interesting in the least bit, and get awesome comments. I already feel like I, belong here. Kinda. (: And, for me, to feel like I belong somewhere, that's something rare.
Well, anyways, I love music. It's one of the things I couldn't live without. I play the piano, I have been for about six months. My Ipod, Bob, is with me almost 24/7. And it depresses me when he runs out of battery.
I've been told that I'm a complicated person, and I think I am. I may seem like a normal, fun loving teenager, that's always happy. But, I'm not. There actually is so much that goes through my mind, that nobody knows about. And I don't tell people, I keep it bottled inside, because I don't think anyone would get me. That's why I started my other blog, to spill everything, and hope that there would be someone to help, someone to understand.

Okay, I'm going to stop being all corny and stuff.

My other blog; www.mxxo.blogspot.com
My email/msn; mx--95@hotmail.com

Well, that's it.

xxx

leesh (:

hey all.

well, i finally got this to work for me (:

okay well as most of you know, my named alicia but everyone calls me leesh or leesha for short. i get the occasional leeshie too.  im in year eight and 14 years old. i have a bunch of crazy friends. it seems to be a time in my life where a lots going on, mainly due to robert. who is the guy i like if any of you didn't know. i'm into music and all that. i love to sing..

i'm not sure what else i should write here!

ciao xx

I just got a blog.

Hey guys, it's Kate. I just got a blog today, obviously. Please follow and comment.

I'm 13, and in 8th grade. You can read about me on my blogger profile or whatever,

So, by the way, I have a YouTube account, an AIM screenname, and a MySpace. My YouTube channel is : www.youtube.com/soccershorti717. Ask me for my screenname or MySpace personally; I'm not gonna post it up here.

So anyways, check out my blog. I only have one post, and it's pretty much just about the people in my life, but it's only an intro.

-Kate Broflovski

Sam...?

I feel strange making myself the subject of an entire post.
But oh well.

I always enjoy reading introductory posts on other blogs; I find it interesting to see how people perceive/describe themselves. Maybe that's just me.
I don't really like writing them, though... I tend to ramble off subject and come off as an idiot (see?). Hah, anyways.

Well, for those who don't know, and there's about 5.99999 billion (out of 6 billion?) of you out there, I'm Sam. Which, in case you're wondering, is short for Samantha. But nobody calls me that.
I'm fifteen, turning sixteen next April... and I live in the magical land of Oz. Gotta love the flying monkeys and whatnot.
I've been telling stories ever since I could form words in my mouth; literally. I've wanted to be an author for six years now, and not much has changed.

Uh, there's really not much I can talk about-- I don't really have any talents or special abilities to define myself. I like writing, but I'm nothing special.
I also enjoy making people laugh by voicing random stuff, and I like to think I accomplish that, sometimes. I love to put smiles on peoples' faces.

I can't really say I'm optimistic or pessimistic, because it varies with the days. Lets just say I'm a realist, and stick to that. I'm happy when things are good, and upset when they suck. That's all there is to it; my moods are generally pretty easy to figure out.

In my opinion, Mari is terribly smart for thinking of this mass blog for us all to post on... I think we're all very different in ways, but almost frighteningly similar in others. One of those being that we all, if not love to write, love to write to each other. And I don't think that's something that's going to stop any time soon, really. And that's awesome.

As for writing samples... hm. I honestly couldn't choose a piece of writing that I'd proudly put on display. I guess if you want, you can go to this link, which is my FanFiction account; I've got one story on there. I haven't written any of it for a while, though, so it's not finished. But there's always some short stories/poems/daily musings on my blog, which is here.

So if you want to read any of my stuff, I'll let you figure that out for yourself, rather than pick out my non-existant favourites. :]

Well, this is probably long enough, I think I'll leave it there.
Cya!

NIA GRIFFITHS

Wow, it felt cool to write my name in capitals, gotta tell you! So, I'm here to do this whole 'INTRODUCE YOURSELF THROUGH A POST' thing that Mari's got going on.


My Blog


My Fictionpress Account


My Fanfiction Account


So, I'm Nia. Or, Nia Griffiths - formerly known as most hated, or [my school]'s resident pessimist. (It has been said often.) I'm fourteen, about to turn fifteen. I live in Wales, UK (IT IS NOT IN ENGLAND, GRRR!). I like being alone. This may have something to do with the way I fit in with absolutely no one, like no one fits exactly with me. My imagination is stronger than my grip on reality. I'm a pessimist, admittedly. I live for music. Well, I love to write. And I know I'm pretty good at it. I can sing well, and I enjoy reading. I have a Blackberry Pearl that's always with me, and I am utterly obsessed with Stephenie Meyer's Twilight Saga.

Now, those were just the little titbits, here's where I elaborate:

Yes, formerly most hated. I used to be most hated, but I think I'm neutral now - I guess. Go read my blog for more info. I sing quite well - I've got 3 grades in it (I quit this year, hurrah!). I plan to go on 'X Factor' next year. Oh, joy! The Twilight Saga is my escape - it is what I spend my time writing fanfiction about. My ipod is currently my best friend. It's a shuffle, and I've got my (other) best friend's pink earphones in it now, cause Nath (aforementioned best friend) has my black 'uns.
I write too much. I've got a fictionpress account, a blog, and a fanfiction account. All are up there, somewhere ^. I'm currently working (and by that, I mean procrastinating, agh) on my own novel, which may or may not be called Shadows.

Here's the 'teaser' blurb:

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Every person has some darkness in them. We define ourselves by whether we touch it. We define ourselves by how we use it.

Twins Celeste and Pandora Star have as much darkness as everyone else. They'll define themselves by whether they use it.

But they're not the ones defining themselves: they're defining each other.

How long will it take before they break?

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Yeah, so Mari suggested we give a sample of our writing. I don't count that little bit up there a sample, so here's a bit from my short story Disturbia, on Fanfiction.net. I'm still writing a bunch more stories, which are sure to come out great.

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Jacob swiped at Edward again, his claws raking Edward's granite skin. But Edward was quicker than him. He held Jacob's leg in his hand...

And pulled.

Sinew, muscle and bone ripped apart, blood gushing from the spot where Jacob's leg should have been.

Bella screamed again.

Jacob let out a howl of pain as Edward tugged at his fur and ripped the skin of his back, exposing his insides.

Bella cried. “NO!” But her protest was strangled, her throat raw as the fire ravaged her.

Jacob knew he was going to die, now. He was hurting more than he could think possible, but it was not the pain from his wounds, though those were the most painful he had ever experienced.

Bella was dying.

And Jacob's pitiful attempt at sucking away the vampire's venom was not successful. She was becoming a vampire, whether he liked it or not. And he did not like it. He would rather die than live to see her becoming one of them.

And as Jacob wished, Edward sunk his teeth into his neck. Poisoning him.

Bella cried out again, not understanding the scene before her. Everything was happening so fast. She had felt his hot lips at her neck, a new, hotter than fire liquid spreading into her, and then heard the silent phasing of the werewolf. Blood was strewn all over the clearing, Jacob was howling in pain, his body mangled beyond belief. It was worse than any gory horror movie, but Bella could not close her eyes.

Edward, not satisfied with just tearing Jacob's legs away and poisoning him, was enjoying the feel of tearing his worst enemy's body up with his hands. Jacob let out one low howl, and then Edward held his hand around the limp wolf's neck. And pulled.

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So yes, I don't write nice. I don't like writing nice; life isn't always nice. Well, there goes my too-long introductory post. Thank you for reading, if you've gotten this far. Hope you enjoy the rest of the introductions - they're all waaaaay more interesting than myself.

-Nia

MARI,

Why hello.

Mari here.

(Haha, I reminded myself of Gossip Girl just then!)

Alright, so basically a 'Mari' is...
1) pessimistic. A lot. But she's trying to work on that.
2) Pretty Creative. She never puts her pen down. (Or her fingers off of her hiptop, but that's another story)
3) She can make a joke out of anything. She loves to laugh.
4) She's a fighter. She'll do anything for what she believes in. (And yes, she'll even do the dishes once a month!)
5) She's a bit down on herself. (People call her gorgeous, but she disagrees)
6) Procrastinator. (Like the terminator but just...with procrastination.)
7) Insomniatic. Completely. (Like a Vampire! Read Twilight NOW!)
8) She lives off of writing and her friends. (Kate, Cassie, BF [Blogger Family]).
9) Reader. A Lot. (She has no life, seriously.)
10) In love with Edward Cullen(From Twilight!), Stan Marsh(From South Park), Orlando Bloom....(the list goes on forever.)
11) She has many nicknames. (Gummy Bear, Eeyore, Ann, Stan, Janice...) Just stick with Mari and she won't kill you ;)
12) Random. All The Time.
13) Blunt/Brutally-Honest. (She won't lie to protect your feelings. But she's a good listener and advice-giver, and she's always available with chocolate for comfort.)
14) Obsessed With Fashion. She's a retro-girly-punky dresser.
15) Football, Volleyball, Basketball, and Lacrosse-lover.
16) Music. End of story.

So, that's the jist of me!

Other things:

Personal Blog:
http://thestoryofagirlnamedmari.blogspot.com

FanFiction:
http://fanfiction.net/~xxmarixx

FictionPress:
http://fictionpress.com/~xxmarixx

Myspace:
http://myspace.com/xomarixomyspace

AIM:
xo LilMizMari xo

MSN:
lilcraziegrl09@hotmail.com

Yahoo! Messenger:
LilMizMari

ADD ME :D

And WRITING!

(Seriously. In my life I eat, write, read, eat some more, spend time with friends/laugh, write again....etc etc etc.)

I write poetry, fanfiction, and then some original work. Right now my focus is on Fanfic and Poetry, and then the story co-authored with Sammy! :D

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Untitled (Abuse/Life)

I'm cowering,
Behind the door.

Crying,
Level with the floor.

I'm counting,
My many cuts.

Loudly,
The door slams shut.

You're home,
I hide myself farther.

Please,
Dont hit me any harder.

I try,
To quiet my sobs.

Cursing,
You had lost your job.

It's not,
My fault, I swear!
Couldn't,
Couldn't you care?

Its better,
To be mad.
That way,
You won't find me sad.

You'll hit,
Me harder and shout.
Harshly,
Words spew out of your mouth.

Where mom?
Where did she go?
Of course,
Of Course she would know?

Is she in on it?
Did you two plan this?
Is that why,
I never got a kiss?

You're finished,
You leave me there.
You say,
'Clean the blood from your hair.'

I do as you say,
No matter what.
It won't matter,
I'll still get another cut.
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Relationship. (Biography)

There's an echo in the air, but nobody had spoke.
The pressure in the air, it makes you want to choke.

The atmosphere is strangling; it's awkward.
Can't we forget the past, and move forward?

I wish I could talk to you, but we always argue instead.
The arguements, the fighting, they all fill my head.

There's something; a whisper near the ground.
We look and we look, but nothing is found.

Try seeing it, seeing it from my point of view.
Hey, maybe, just maybe, you always knew.

Our relationship crumbles.
Our bodies, they tumble.

Lets just leave each other, stay away.
Maybe we'll pick this up another day.
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Rain. (Biography)

Want to know why I love walking home?
I'm alone, and I can think and say what I want. You're not there to judge me.

Want to know why I love running away?
It makes it easier to burn off my steam, that way you won't have to see more gruesome cuts.

Want to know why I love being bad?
It gives me the rush I need, the excitement that makes me happy.

Want to know why I adore arguements?
I get to say my opinions, and you're already too mad to hear what I'm really saying.

Do you know why I adore dressing up in nice clothes?
It makes me feel less ugly.

Do you know why I adore punching walls?
I get to see the bruises, and the weird aching in my body goes away.

Do you know why I hate you?
You constantly put me down, and you're supposed to be the person I can go to.

Do you know why I love the rain?
No one can see me crying.
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Wanted. (Biography)

It's all she wanted.

She wanted to walk down the corridor while people cooed, “Such a pretty girl,” and aspired to copy her every move of poise and grace.

She wanted to be the one everyone loved, everyone wanted, everyone wanted to be.

She wanted famous designers like Gucci and Versace to beg her to wear their clothes, and to have Fergie and Christina Aguilera's number in her Fave Five on her hiptop.

She wanted to be different, but in the good sense of the word. She wanted to be that popular girl that was nice instead of mean, brightening lives and making a difference, enchanting all around her.

It was simple. It was what she wanted.

She wanted to be wanted.
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Living Out Nightmares. (Fiction)

“Okay,” the middle-aged teacher sighed, “Today we will be discussing the types of dreams, and how they give us a sense of reality.”

“How can a dream give you reality?” A kid asked, seated before the teachers desk.

“Dream are always fake,” The teacher explained tiredly. “Outrageous things happen that could never happen in reality.”

“But, what about that saying? 'Live out your dreams'?” One kid asked.

“And what about psychic dreams?” Another asked.

“Phsychic dreams have to do with our psychics. That's a good question. Dreams often give us goals, things we don't want to happen and things we want to happen.” The teacher said. “To 'Live out your dreams' is to basically learn from them, making them a part of your reality. Living them out.”

A girl seated by herself at the back desk raised her hand tentatively, “Is living out your dreams the same as living out your nightmares?”
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Angela. (Fiction.)

I didn't want to be like Angela. I didn't want to have everyone like me for my looks.

I wanted to be pretty, but I wasn't that desperate.

Angela had been the toast of the town, charming everyone and everything she could. Everyone loved her.

And then she grew up. She grew out of her beauty, and the true ugly self had shown through.

In truth, Angela had been as cold as her once beautiful ice blue eyes.

When she'd come back from another one her exclusive foreign trips, she'd come back ugly and mean.

I didn't want to be like Angela.

I wanted to grow into my beauty with grace, and amplify it by personality. I wanted to have the qualities that would help me in life. I wanted people to like me for me, not my looks.

I wanted to be the opposite of Angela.
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My poetry is almost always dark. You can see more on my fictionpress, the link is somewhere in this absurdly long post :/

Maybe I should leave some room for the other authors?

Laters!

Signed,
Mari,