Hi, so I have writers block on my novel and can’t seem to get passed it but I still want to write so I thought writing a fan fic would be relaxing – I was right, lol – anyway the past that has *** beside it should be in italic font. So, what do you think?

“Jacob called again,” mom shouted from the kitchen. I do not know why she was in there they never used it except when granddad came over and she was trying to look ‘human’.

“I’ll call him later, mom.” I replied with no intention of doing it. Why did he have to tell me about them? Pulling out the music sheet dad forced me to play every night from my school backpack I relocated from the living room window to the stool by the grand piano. I don’t even know why I was bothering to try. I never inherited my ‘musical talents’ from my father’s side of the family but it made him happy to see me play and that’s all that mattered. Propping the wrinkled sheet against the gold music stand my fingers ran over the ivory keys. I looked around to make sure no one was present and I gently tapped the first key.

“Oh god, my ears.” Uncle Emmett was beside me in two seconds flat, his hands above his head pleading with the skies. “Make her stop.”
“Funny,” I said but I knew he was right there was no way I was ever going to learn this. I pulled the sheet down and walked past him with my head dipping.
“Oh, come on Nessie, I was fooling around,” he begged, “Come back you’ve only begun.”
“Go annoy, Jasper,” I shouted back in return.

When I entered the kitchen, Mom was cooking her signature dish of Chicken Enchiladas and I knew Granddad Charlie must be due soon.
“I didn’t know Granddad was coming?” I said, opening the white cupboard doors and pulling out two plates.

“Aunt Alice is away to pick him up just now,” Mom replied. “I think he has some news for us.” She hurried from the sink to the stove as she hummed away merrily. I knew she loved feeling human again whenever she got the chance and any other day I would love to sit at the kitchen table and watch her, but not today. No, not after what Jacob had told me.

“Mom, can I pass on dinner?” I asked hoping she would turn around and I could melt her with the same look I used on dad with the help of my chocolate brown eyes.
“Darling,” she began still rushing about the large kitchen, “You haven’t seen Granddad for a while now. What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” I said looking down at the marble tiles, “I have a test at school I have to study for.”

How could I tell her the truth? How was I supposed to tell her that the man I loved just broke my heart by telling me, he once loved my mom? Stupid Jacob Black. I hated him for what he just told me. However, I couldn’t just switch my feelings off; I loved him also. A tear ran down my face as mom came and sat her cold white hand upon my shoulder.

“It’s okay to be excused tonight, sweetheart. You go study for that test.” She kissed my head and a chill ran through my body. My mother never asked me much about my problems; she knew how it felt to be asked repeatedly about something and never wanting to open up. She always knew how to make my problems better without having to dig around to find out what was wrong. However, she wouldn’t be able to solve this one. Not this time.

Back in the familiar surroundings of the cottage, I made my way into my tiny bedroom. The walls in here reflected my mood they were dark purple and the swirls on them looked like the constant dark clouds that hovered over Forks. I fell onto my bed, switched on my music player, and placed the buds into my ears and turned the volume up full blast, hoping the noise would distract my brain from recalling the moment Jacob told me.

Italic font*** It was sunny outside and I had to screen my eyes with my hand so I could see him coming towards me. My heart fluttered as he came closer and closer. Abby – my best friend – was complaining about how lucky I was to be dating someone so gorgeous. I ignored her and concentrated on Jacob. The way he walked, talked, and smiled always sent my heart into overdrive. He had been around me for as long as I could remember and it just felt right to be near him.

I lifted my hand to wave at him only stopping when I realised he wasn’t making his way towards me. I watched in horror as he simply strolled past without noticing me, and into very young looking arms, of my mother.

“Bella,” he said, picking her up and twirling her.
“Jake,” she cried. “I’ve missed you so much.”

He placed her down on the sidewalk and gently took her hands, “It’s always been you. You’re the one I’m meant to be with. Does your offer still stand to run away?”
“Jacob, I can’t just leave my daughter or my family but I will find a way to be with you.”

The space between them closed in as Jacob bent down and kissed her lips, transformed, and ran away. I called after him but it was no use, I was invisible, to him at least. My mother walked ove
. My mother walked over to me and took my hand.
“Don’t worry Nessie,” she said. “It was always supposed to be this way.”*** Italic font end!

I woke up with tears running down my face and soaking my pillow. The music, I had fallen asleep to, was skipping on a track. I pulled the buds out my ears and threw them on the floor. I heard low mumbling coming from the living room area and realised it must be late if dad and mom were back; dad was hunting today and said he wouldn’t be back until nightfall. Not wanting to cause a scene – dad already had a dislike for Jacob, this would just make it worse- I fell back onto my single wooden bed and traced the engraving on the headboard, ‘look after my heart, I’ve left it with you.’
Yes, I have 2 chapters…so far!

You can read them @ www.bitten.proforums.org its a twilight fansite and Im going to add it there x

Hi, so I’m bored and wanted to write something. So here it is. What do you think? It is in Renesmee point of view.

Thanks x

“Jacob called again,” mom shouted from the kitchen. I do not know why she was in there they never used it except when granddad came over and she was trying to look ‘human’.

“I’ll call him later, mom.” I replied with no intention of doing it. Why did he have to tell me about them? Pulling out the music sheet dad forced me to play every night from my school backpack I relocated from the living room window to the stool by the grand piano. I don’t even know why I was bothering to try. I never inherited my ‘musical talents’ from my father’s side of the family but it made him happy to see me play and that’s all that mattered. Propping the wrinkled sheet against the gold music stand my fingers ran over the ivory keys. I looked around to make sure no one was around and then I gently tapped the first key.

“Oh god, my ears.” Uncle Emmet was beside me in two seconds flat, his hands above his head pleading with the skies. “Make her stop.”

“Funny,” I said, but I knew he was right there was no way I was ever going to learn this. I pulled the sheet down and walked past him with my head dipping.

“Oh, come on Nessie, I was fooling around,” he begged, “Come back you’ve only begun.”

“Go annoy, Jasper,” I shouted back in return.

When I entered the kitchen, Mom was cooking her signature dish of Chicken Enchiladas and I knew Granddad Charlie must be due soon.

“I didn’t know Granddad was coming?” I said, opening the white cupboard doors and pulling out two plates.

“Aunt Alice is away to pick him up just now,” Mom replied. “I think he has some news for us.” She hurried from the sink to the stove as she hummed away merrily. I knew she loved feeling human again whenever she got the chance and any other day I would love to sit at the kitchen table and watch her, but not today. No, not after what Jacob had told me.

“Mom, can I pass on dinner?” I asked hoping she would turn around and I could melt her with the same look I used on dad with the help of my chocolate brown eyes.

“Darling,” she began still rushing about the large kitchen, “You haven’t seen Granddad for a while now. What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” I said looking down at the marble tiles, “I have a test at school I have to study for.”

How could I tell her the truth? How was I supposed to tell her that the man I loved just broke my heart by telling me, he once loved my mom? Stupid Jacob Black. I hated him for what he just told me. However, I couldn’t just switch my feelings off; I loved him also. A tear ran down my face as mom came and sat her cold white hand upon my shoulder.

“It’s okay to be excused tonight, sweetheart. You go study for that test.” She kissed my head and a chill ran through my body. My mother never asked me much about my problems; she knew how it felt to be asked repeatedly about something and never wanting to open up. She always knew how to make my problems better without having to dig around to find out what was wrong. But, she wouldn’t be able to solve this one. Not this time.
oops I din’t even notice that lol x
I do write my own but I have writers block at the moment and just can’t seem to get passed it x

Well I’m the kid and so is my brother. Me have our own iMac and right now it’s in our kitchen (we have a big kitchen) but it looks bad everything else is matched and then we hve the cmputer on this thing that rolls (but it’s falling apart) we have a big one story house but lots of antique furniture that really gives no options.

Living room-53′ iin. TV on 65′ antique dresser, fire place, 2 big gray chairs (with rolling footrests) a cherry wood coffee table nd couch, a cheerywood table by the frontdoor. (duznt seem like a lot but they way its layedout…)

Dining room-grand piano, big cherry wood table, HUGE China cabinent glass table

My mom’s office is taken with my mom’s computer and my dad’s computer is in my parent’s room. Were getting our wn computers soon for our rooms, and in our game room between the Wii, pooltable foozball table & tv theres NO room, what do u suggest?

(sorry about all the details, I just want u to know all the stuff to give the best possible anwser

-I

A man walks into a bar looking disappointed and carrying a black bag over one shoulder. He sits down at the bar. The bartender walks up.

"What`s in the bag?", asks the bartender. The man puts the bag on the bar, reaches in and pulls out a miniature grand piano, a small bench and a 12 inch tall man wearing a top hat and a tux with tails. The 12 inch tall man sits down at the piano and begins playing Beethoven. "That`s amazing!" says the bartender, his eyes wide with disbelief. "Where did he come from?".

The man reaches into the bag and pulls out a genie lamp. "Rub the lamp" he says, pushing the lamp toward the bartender. The bartender grabs the lamp and begins rubbing it vigorously with his bar rag. Out pops an old, wrinkled genie. "I grant you one wish" he says to the bartender. "I want a million bucks!" says the bartender. "Done" says the genie. The genie disappears back into the lamp. Moments pass. Suddenly a duck appears on the bar with a poof. Then another….and another. They appear on the bar stools…on the tables…on the Budweiser sign on the wall. POOF…POOF…POOF. Thousands…tens of thousands of ducks begin to fill the bar! "Christ!" shouts the bartender. "I didn’t`t say ducks!" he yells, "I said bucks!". The man at the bar looks at the bartender, "You think I asked for a 12 inch pianist?"