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Grieving Viv by WritingRebel, literature

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Grieving Viv

“Graham.” He turned, his face tear-streaked, to look at his older brother. “Go away,” he replied, his voice shaking. He turned back to his dresser, where his hand rested on the side of picture frame, in which was a picture him and Viv. The last one they’d taken together. The last time he could remember her smiling. “Graham, it’s been almost a year. You need to let yourself move on. This isn’t healthy.” His hand left the picture, clenched into a fist, and came down on the dresser so hard that everything on top of it shook. He couldn’t remove his gaze from the picture. She was so be

Porcelain [short story based on Divergent] by WritingRebel, literature

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Porcelain [short story based on Divergent]

“She has porcelain skin, all right, and I’ll bet she cracks like porcelain too.” It was whispered a little too loudly from one brute of a Candor transfer boy to a small-but-bulky Erudite. I looked from the chalkboard to the other initiates with a glare. The name next to mine was Vincent, since this was our first day in training, but I wasn’t sure who it belonged to. My guess was one of the boys laughing at the prospect of fighting me. My fight was second. I wasn’t exactly sure what to expect, but as soon as the first fight started and Eric, the sole instructor with a cruel look on his face, started shouting der

Memories by WritingRebel, literature

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Memories

Logan’s head ached like someone was pounding on it from the inside, and so did the IV needle stuck in his arm as he shifted it slightly, clutching the plastic bag labeled EVIDENCE in both hands. “I know where this is from.” “Good,” the man in a suit to the left of his hospital bed murmured. He was some sort of psychologist working for the FBI. He’d told Logan the last time they met, briefly, that he was usually the one to help profile and identify the criminals. That was why he was talking to Logan. He needed information that was locked somewhere in Logan’s concussed brain. “I don’t know

Like Lab Rats by WritingRebel, literature

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Like Lab Rats

My older brother put a hand on my shoulder and locked eyes with me. “They’re just trying to rattle you, Atlas.” Every time someone called me by my name, I nearly laughed at the irony. My mother had named my brother and me after Greek mythological figures—since she used to teach Greek mythology at our high school, she was kind of a nut about that stuff. For some reason, she’d thought that Atlas—the titan who literally held up the sky—would be fitting for the younger, the weaker, and apparently easier to rattle of her two sons. My brother Cadmus was given the name of a serpent-slaying Greek hero. I

Aftermath [part one] [trigger warning] by WritingRebel, literature

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Aftermath [part one] [trigger warning]

“Mr. McDaniels, can you take us from the beginning?” I gulped, shifted in the chair, and wiped my sweaty palms on my jeans. I didn’t want to relive it, but the officers needed it for the police report. One with graying hair and a kind expression sat directly across from me--his name tag read “Sergeant Cormac”, while an officer with a steely expression whose name tag I couldn’t read sat off to the side. I swallowed hard one more time. “Yeah.” “I know this is hard, Oliver, but we need as much detail as possible.” “It’s Ollie,” I murmured, then closed my eyes for a

Don't Go by WritingRebel, literature

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Don't Go

“Come on, Marce, I know you’re tired, but don’t go to sleep on me now.” He held her hand tightly, though her own grip was weak. Her eyes were half open, and her breaths seemed to be more and more shallow every time. He was afraid that if Marciana closed her eyes, she would never open them again. The hospital room had once been plain and white, but now it was filled with flowers and teddy bears and there were drawings on the walls from the younger kids in the pediatric cancer ward, all wishing her well. Ian’s eyes were so filled with tears he could barely see, and his voice shook, but he still spoke to her. &ldq

Brothers [part four] by WritingRebel, literature

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Brothers [part four]

“What the hell were you thinking?” I had been headed back to my room a half hour or so later to take a shower when I was forced against the wall of the hallway, pinned by my shoulders. Hayes. “I can’t believe Lorcan even considered it. You’re not going to do this.” I clenched my jaw. I was tired of being bullied by my older brother. Knowing there would probably be consequences, I said, “And when did you become the boss of me?” In response, I received a fist in the face so hard my vision went spotty. My cheekbone immediately throbbed. “When our parents were killed and our older brother

Brothers [part three] by WritingRebel, literature

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Brothers [part three]

“What are you doing in here?” Lorcan’s tone was a mix of confrontational and genuinely curious, and I resisted the urge to reply with the classic, annoying, I could ask you the same question. I didn’t say that, though, because it wouldn’t be a very good move. Lorcan was actually supposed to be here, keeping an eye on Jude. “Um…” “Save it, Magnus. I heard some of it.” Lorcan put on a stiff look of pity—he was trying, he really was, but Lorcan wasn’t the sensitive type. “Just... know that it could be lying about everything. I know that you want to believe that he&

Brothers [part two] by WritingRebel, literature

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Brothers [part two]

I had to find out for myself whether Jude was really still here or not. I simply waited down a curve in the hall until Lorcan left the room to go somewhere—which, thankfully, didn’t take too long—then slip into the door. Now I could see the room with the boring beige walls and the small portion of it separated by a glass wall at the end. Behind it sat Jude, the same way I’d seen him yesterday. Tied to a chair, gagged, bloody, bruised. A mess. I swallowed hard. Only a few weeks ago he’d messed up my hair and said “Good job, kid,” after I shot a bulls-eye on a target from twenty yards. It was mostly l

Brothers [part one] by WritingRebel, literature

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Brothers [part one]

The voices were hushed, but not very well. “There isn’t another option, Hayes. He’s not your brother anymore.” Hayes took a while to respond. I imagined him taking a deep breath, running his hand through his hair. I could hear muffled shouting as Jude only succeeded in giving himself more rope burns. “Lorcan… we can’t just kill him. What are we gonna tell the kid? That his big brother shot his other big brother?” The kid. That was me. Never Magnus. Never even “little bro”. Just “kid”. “Look, I know it’s tough.” Lorcan was trying to sound sympathetic,

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Porcelain [short story based on Divergent] by WritingRebel, literature

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Aftermath [part one] [trigger warning] by WritingRebel, literature

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Aftermath [part one] [trigger warning]

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June 18
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Hi, I'm WritingRebel, otherwise known as Jenna or Jen (though my sister occasionally calls me Lee, my middle name). Side note, the picture above is my darling kitty Zoë sitting in my lap.

I live in the US but I want to visit Europe someday, particularly Greece. I live with my parents and an older brother.

If you need to reach me for any reason, message me on here or at my email, sometimesiwritestuff@gmail.com .

If you couldn't already tell, I'm much more of a writer than the type of artist that draws/paints/etc., though I occasionally draw if I'm bored and I like photography a lot, though I rarely bother with photography anymore.

My awesome-sister-ish-person {otherwise known as

} convinced me to join dA. She's an awesome artist, so check her out.

Favourite TV Shows

House, Rizzoli & Isles, a few Disney shows, whatever I find while channel surfing

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Taylor Swift, Coldplay, OneRepublic, Kelly Clarkson, Rascal Flatts {I like a lot of songs but not particularly the artists}

Favourite Books

The Hunger Games, I Am Number Four, The Clockwork Three, The Septimus Heap series, Eragon

Favourite Writers

Rick Riordan, Margaret Peterson Haddix

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WritingRebel

Jul 10, 2014

It's been a while

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I haven't really been active on dA since I haven't written a lot recently, and in general I've been busy. Things overall have been okay but busy, but we lost my cat Ruby just over a week ago and that was devastating. She was really sick and getting progressively worse so we brought her to a shelter, which called us that night to say they had to put her down. I might edit this and add in a picture of her once I get some over to the computer via email from my IPod and phone. We also recently took in a cat that was in my cousin's care named Steeler. He's pretty funny, but I'm not sure I'll be able to get as close to him as I was with Ruby, bec

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WritingRebel

Mar 11, 2014

Anger

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Everything is pretty much sucking so much that I haven't really had words until now. I'm sad that I feel so alone, and I'm jealous that other people get to be happy when I don't. But mostly, I'm just angry. I'm angry that nobody understands or is capable of having an intelligent, however emotional conversation about my problems. I'm angry that my family thinks I'm a moody, average teenager who just happens to hate school and be antisocial when I have a serious medical condition. I'm angry that because my issues are mental, I'm basically told to just deal with it because it's in my head and I "have control over it." I'm angry that nobody kno

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Feb 19, 2014

character re-naming help

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I don't know if you guys remember my Arden & Sage stuff from before, but I'm trying to let that take priority with my writing right now. I love Sage's name, but Arden's has been bothering me and I've wanted to change it for a while. I just feel it doesn't fit him and I wanted to give him a more traditional/common name since Sage's is less common. His last name is going to be Shepherd now. I've narrowed it down to six choices: Philip “Phil” Shepherd Graham Shepherd Clark Shepherd Theodore “Theo” Shepherd Jonah Shepherd Ethan Shepherd [Keep in mind his brother's name is Warren.] I'm currently leaning towards Ethan,