📖 WishWriting ✨

The story you're about to hear is a little different from what you're used to. It's written to be read not only from top to bottom, but also from bottom to top. Each perspective offers a different perspective of both characters. The girl's perspective, starts at the top. The boy's perspective, start at the bottom and read up. Make sure you read both ways to understand what is happening! *** "Sorry," he said.  She arrived at the place described in the instructions. At first she hesitated to call the police, sweat dripping from her forehead as her trembling hands dialled the police number. His blade sliced through, tears dripping from his eyes as he twisted the blade. Blood ran down his arms, leaving a mark as well.  Then she remembered the stalker's warning. She would die if she dared tell her parents what was going on. She turned off the phone and walked on. He did not really want to hurt her.  She walked into the cold, abandoned warehouse, shivering. ...

Once there was a girl named Lisanne and she lived in Utrecht, the Netherlands.  She was born with weak knees and legs because she suffers from neurological muscle disease, which rarely allowed her to walk properly. Lisanne's life was a challenge from the beginning because her illness made her the target of bullies.  She had to carry herself with the help of crutches and the walls of the school. She tried to keep up with the kids in her class, but they were also not as big of a difference as the neighbouring girls.  *** Katherine said, " Oh Lisa do you need help." Lisanne was very happy, the most popular girl in her class wanted to help her and be friends. She got a great feeling, she could finally join in, she thought. Lisanne nodded and Katherine joined her and pushed the crutches away. Lisanne thought Katherine would hold her maybe, but they didn't move a toe further. Lisanne lost her balance on her legs and fell down to the ground, scraping her knees ugly. "Li...

There was once a man called Caleb, who firmly believed that for every good deed he did, a stone would be placed on his house in heaven. This belief gave him purpose and filled his days with great and small acts of kindness. Caleb believed that over the years, as people continued to do good deeds, their heavenly home would take shape, reflecting the goodness they had spread in their lives. But there was a disturbing twist in Caleb's story. Every time he stumbled and did something he deemed wrong, he felt an overwhelming sense of remorse. It weighed on his conscience and cast a shadow over his heart. The fear of tarnishing his heavenly abode drove him to avoid any misstep, but in the process he lost sight of the beauty and joy that life had to offer. Then there was another day, when Caleb was doing his usual routine, he came across a homeless person sitting alone on a park bench. In a moment of haste and self-centredness, Caleb walked by without acknowledging the person's presenc...

In the heart of Rio de Janeiro, Brazil, lived a twelve-year-old girl called Jacaira and her two parents. They were once among the poorest in the city, but they were content with what they had - each other. Jacaira used to dance in the middle of the street in a dress her mother had carefully made in the colours of the Brazilian flag. She was such a sweet, happy child. One day tragedy struck and both her parents died from drinking too much dirty water. They couldn't afford clean tap water, and what they could afford, the father gave everything to his daughter so she could live and grow strong to make a better life for herself out there. All Jacaira had was a seed her father gave her before he breathed his last, a mango seed he said would grow into a big tree and take care of them. Jacaira was evicted from her home by the government because of all the debts her parents owed, and she was left with nothing. She was very scared and wanted to cry in her mother's lap, she didn't kn...

Writers note: This is a sequel to the first chapter of the series " Arthura Pendragon " As the teacher, Mrs Smith, starts the lesson, everyone settles down and starts to take out their books. "Good morning class," Mrs Smith says cheerfully. "Today we're continuing to talk about the history of England. Can anyone tell me what we’ve been talking about for the past few weeks?" My hand shoots up voluntarily, surprising the teacher. “Yes, Athena?” Mrs Smith calls out to me. “King Arthur who was a famous king of England and had a magical sword called Excalibur,” “That’s right,” Mrs Smith nods. “What else?” “He had a queen called Guinevere.” one of my friends, Noel says. “He also had a wizard adviser called Merlin.” Liana says. "Now, can anyone tell me what happened to King Arthur?" "He died in battle against his enemy Mordred," answers a boy called Tyler confidently. He’s so arrogant and always seems to know everything. "That's o...

Ben ik uit de lift gekomen? Ik stap in de lift en druk op de rode knop voor noodgevallen. Terwijl de lift omhoog gaat stapt er een klein meisje van ongeveer zeven jaar in. Het meisje kijkt op naar me en merkt dat ik verdrietig lijk. ‘Wat is er aan de hand, Kara?’ vraagt ze met haar onschuldig stemmetje. Ik zucht diep en staar voor mij uit: ‘Oh, het is allemaal zo verwarrend.’ zeg ik. ‘Ik voel me soms zo alleen, en het lijkt alsof niemand echt begrijpt hoe ik me voel.’ Het meisje vraagt: ‘Alleen, maar waarom?’ Er is even een moment van stilte, het meisje verroert geen vin en luistert maar naar mij. ‘Ik heb begrepen dat dit mijn leven nu zal zijn. Mezelf als enige goede vriend, als enige die ik kan vertrouwen, met wie ik kan lachen en wie mij door mijn zorgen zal kunnen helpen. En waarom? Omdat IK de enige ben die heeft meegemaakt wat ik heb meegemaakt. Ik alleen weet hoe het echt is. Er zijn mensen gekomen die zeiden: ‘Ik kan het begrijpen, Kara. Ik kan me helemaal inleven in wat je heb...