Teen Problems Challenge

[avettica]

I have eight teen problems for you to write about. All you need to do is pick a number between 1-8, and write a poem, short story, etc on it. Good luck!

Edit: Deadline is July 31st

[Writing_for_a_life]

I am interested - So the 6 teen problems are....? and the deadline?

[avettica]

6 is loss of parent, and the deadline is July 31st.

[Amour]

I pick 2. :)

[avettica]

2 is teen drinking. Good luck!

[Writing_for_a_life]

hey can I change number-problem? (I am actually working on something like that and I would prefer something different )


(actually 2/4 stories I have in my mind and want to write ,have/iniate with a family's member loss ,so plz can I choose another one? -what about 1? -oh and if you don't believe me -I have actually post part or one of my stories-in this the mother is the dead on -http://www.youngwritersonline.net/showthread.php?t=3635

[avettica]

Sure no problem.

[Writing_for_a_life]

so what's the 1 teen problem?

[avettica]

1 is suicide. Good luck!

[MasterCarlton]

Out of curiosity, are these your teen problems or are they teen problems in general?

[Apocalypse]

LOL.

I pick number 3.

[avettica]

No there not my teen problems. If they were then wow I guess to put it lightly I would be a very special person. :)

Number 3 is teen smoking.

[Rouge]

I pick problem 1, if that's alright.

[Apocalypse]

Can it go to "into pot and marihuana" smoking? or just simple nicotine cigarettes?

[avettica]

It doesn't matter whichever you would like to do.

[Autumn]

Hmm how about giving me a 4 then? :)

[Writing_for_a_life]

1 is suicide. Good luck!

Are you kidding me? O_o

(I really can't escape the death afterall)

[Sheep]

Could I have 7, please? :c

[Peppermental]

I WANT A NUMBER!!!

is 6 taken?

[avettica]

1. suicide
4. drugs (meth, cocaine, etc.)
6. loss of parent
7. loss of sibling
8. gang violence

Double claims are allowed. :D

[Peppermental]

4

I am on this shiizzitt

[avettica]

4 is drugs.

[Squint]

I choose 6.

[avettica]

6 is loss of parent.

[jdsncb23]

cuz im confused, could you list them all?

[avettica]

Okay here they are you can pick what you want to do.
1. suicide
2. teen drinking
3. smoking
4. hard drugs
5. teen pregnancy
6. loss of parent
7. loss of sibling
8. gang violence

[pinkydoll]

Let's do all of them. Oh, what fun.

[avettica]

Bekin thank you for picking 5 I was waiting for someone to pick that.

[jdsncb23]

i pick 2

[Autumn]

Okay, so me = drugs. Hmmm... what do we do with the piece once we've written it? PM it to you?

[avettica]

You can either pm it to me or just post it on the website and let me know about it. I don't want you to only have my opinion, but also the opinion of others.

[Rouge]

When are they due?

[Rouge]

ahaha, whoops. my bad.

[Writing_for_a_life]

So that’s what I managed to composure after a long time of spirit’s and inspiration’s dryness .My teen problem was suicide. If you take the time to read it ,you would found out that I chose a strange and not very usual reason of suicide(which I hope no one to undertake it).But as I emphasize below, in this small story, suicide basically has to do with giving up. Well most of us, humans were more insatiable, revengeful and bloodthirsty to just give up or counter ,we just choose to raise our head and fight back.


Her hand grabbed her long black hair while the other ,holding in a firm grasp the scissors cut them.She didn’t cry. She didn’t laugh –although there was something melodramatically funny in this scene. A small gaunt figure sitting on her knees ,on a bed with bloody red sheets, illuminated only from the full moon. She threw the scissors along with the hair away and remained still. Long black tuffs were now everywhere, in the sheets, in her clothes, in the floor.
There was silence. No voices screaming what she had done, no sounds of remorse. She looked at her hand, there was blood, a lot of blood, gushing out. In her eyes ,it seemed to be a black mixture which spoiled everything in its way. If he was there and not sleeping in the next room ,he would say that she would go to hell. That’s why her blood was black ,she was an evil creature .Yes ,an evil creature that was punished from the time it was born to live in misery. She wanted to live but she couldn’t even survive. Every spot of her body was marked black with pain by his hand. She only needed to close her eyes to see herself there in the black corner of the room, being hit, raped-she was an evil creature. He was a good man that had saved her from death, taking her in. These things now were just inconvincible words, they held no meaning. She had a lot time ago stopped caring if this was evil, good or fair. She wanted to live but she couldn’t even survive.
The only love she had felt was the sympathy that she had felt for the stray black emaciated dog that had loyally kept her company all these years until he killed it, in a verse of compulsive anger and drunkenness .Then he said that he didn’t do anything wrong ,no one would have missed the dog. She was the no one. She was becoming that no one.
She remained still.There.While the sheets became more black, while she was ceasing her own existence. She had given up and she didn’t care that she felt dazed, that everything was blurring in her vision ,light- pitch black,blood,hair. She was dying, slowly but resolutely..She didn’t cry, nor say farewell, nor smile .She just remained still like she was already dead, like she was already erased and gone, a lifeless corpse.

And the moon kept illuminating every aspect of this beautiful world, of this beautiful night.

[jdsncb23]

When do we find out who won??

[Rose_Orchard]

The Heck, I'll do suicide once I find out how to post.

[Dabs]

Look at when the last post was before you revive a thread. This thing is nearly two years old. Let it rot in its grave.