482012

How to:

Write a story?

I love writing stories, and it's fun to make something on the way you like it. Everything goes how you want it to. Here some tips:

1. Just wright! If you have enough inspiration and you're writing, don't stop! Because when you stop your inspirations goes away. And that's not what you want. So if you're writing, stay writing and stop for only important reasons.

2. Do you want inspiration? But it doesn't come? Read other stories till it comes. Think of what you would do if you where writing that story. And there is your inspiration.

3. Make the story as your dream life! Stories aren't real -the most aren't- so you can let the people do what you want. If you want that they have a dog, then they have a dog. If you want that they fall in love, then they do! So make it on your own way.

4. Use your own life experience in your story. That gives it a part of you. Of course you can change some things, make it better and stuff. :-)

5. If you think you're story is finisht, read it again -and again and again...-. To correct your mistakes.

6. Have fun writing! If you doesn't have fun writing it's not good. You can better stop then, and begin a new story. If it doesn't feel right, it isn't right!

7. If you want people to read your story, you have to first finish it. Otherweise they be able to change your idea for the rest.

8. Take the time to write, it's not that you write a whole book in one day. It can take a year, or two, maybe three. Some people write more than 10 years on a book, so take your time!

9. Writing is a kind of therapy to process life experiences. So... That was not a tip more a observation :-$

10. Watch movies, read books, read magazines, listen to music, search on the internet! And do all kinds of stuff to inspire you. Cause inspiration let you write better! Inspiration is the source of your story.

11. Write what your feelings say.

12. If you want you can write before you go writing on your story some words on a paper about your story. For example:

Girl, love, friend, 17 etc.

And if you don't know anymore what you want to write you read the words and -maybe- it all come back.

Good Luck with writing!

Love,

Me

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1672012

6

"Who is that hot boy?" Asks Caroline. "That’s Thomas, I think. He is two years older than us." Says Sophie. "He is indeed handsome." I say. Gregory comes over. "Be careful Gregory." Said Caroline, laughing. I give Gregory a kiss. "Why should I be careful?" He asks. "For that delicious thing there." Sophie says, laughing. "Oh, that I would never do." I say, grinning. "Also not such a good thing?" Asks Caroline. "Uh .." I pretend I have to think about it. "Not if I have Gregory." I say. I give Gregory a kiss, which he greedily goes.

1472012

4

I walk to the cafeteria table where I'm sitting with Caroline and Sophie. I sit down, but I see that something is wrong. "What’s wrong?" I ask worried. "'Well we think it is quite common to Gregory of how you do." Sophie says doubtfully. I look at them in astonishment. "Since when do you think Gregory suddenly so nice?" I ask. "Well, Gregory came to us this morning to ask if there was anything he could do to get you back, and it was so pathetic. He almost started to cry." says Caroline. "And the whole school have seen it." Says Sophie behind. And then it strikes me suddenly that I am viewed, not by a few people but -almost- everyone. I go mad from the cafeteria even though I have not eaten yet. But in the hall I bump into someone. "Sorry," I say quickly. And when I look who it is, I see that it is Thomas. "Hey, are you okay?" He asks when I feel tears coming. "Yes." And I walk away quickly with a shy glance.

1472012

3

I open my Facebook and Gregory begins immediately on the chat to talk to me.

Gregory: why do not you respond to my text messages?

I do not react and just go away.

Gregory: Do you have another?

Gregory: is it the jerk Thomas?

Well I get angry, he does not just get angry at people who have nothing to do with this. I respond.

Esther: and now you must listen a minute, Thomas here has nothing to do with it, and I do not respond because I want you to stop! I don’t want to see you, I don’t want to hear more. I just want nothing to do with you!

And then I see that I have a message. I click on the icon and see that Gregory has responded on a photo. "I love you, why don’t you love me?” Stands beneath a picture of Gregory and me. I press the cross button to remove the reaction.

1272012

Stalked

2

"Gregory, I need to talk to you" I say over the phone. "Okay, where do you want to meet?" He says. "I'll come to you." I say. "Then I see you coming." He said and I hang up. I grab my bike and cycle as fast as I can to the house of Gregory.

I knock on the door and after a few seconds, the door is already open "Come in" says Gregory. I walk in and I hear Gregory's footsteps behind me. I stay in the living room and go straight to shore. "Gregory, I-I don’t want to go farther with you." I try to resolve possible to say. Gregory's eyes would meet my eyes but I deliberately look somewhere else. "Why?" He asks. “Cause I just see no future for us." I try to explain. "What can I do to change your mind?" "Nothing, I just don’t want it anymore." I say and walk outside grab my bike and ride back home.

1122012

Stalked

Yesterday I forgot to post something, but I was writing a short story and I was a little busy. So I post my story in 10 days, every day a chapter and the last 4 chapters on one day. And here the first part:

1

I read the letters on the postcard 'I love you' everyone would love it, but I don’t because I know from who the card is. The letters rolling through my head. Gregory now has all week sent a card every day, while I have it made clear that I don’t want have contact with him. And then my phone vibrates in my pocket. I see that it’s a text message from Gregory

Hey Sweetheart,

you got my card?

I'm really sorry.

we will make it up

by now what to drink?

xxx I<3You Gregory

I put my phone away and not respond, maybe that it then automatically stops.

Love,

Me

PS. Sorry for the bad English