About Isabelle

Biography

I didn't draw my picture that is my Avatar, so I take NO CREDIT. I am nearly 17 years old (okay, not really) and ready for life! I love write poetry, and stories. My best works are often the ones I feel most self-conscious about, so while I value any criticism or feedback, please, no mean comments.

I have two siblings, Diana and Chris. Chris is my older brother and Diana my younger sister. My name is Isabelle, and the reason that my Avatar is Aphrodite is because I feel like I'm a lot like her... (please take that in the least conceited way possible.) I played her in a school play of the Greek myths way back in the 8th grade and I've been really excited to learn more about her. I too am into fashion and hair but I do have my talents! I am a bit of a math and science nerd... and I also write a lot about wars. I hate the ideas of wars but I always write about them. I haven't personally have anyone go through war but one of my favorite pictures from 1985 (I wasn't born yet) was of this Afghan woman with haunted eyes. Check it out here: http://goo.gl/L9OVc

Name:
Isabelle Scott
Sex:
Female 
Age:
23
Sign:
Gemini
Location:
San Jose, California, United States
Local Time:
22 Apr 2019 21:54
Interests:
Reading, Writing, bicycling
Favorite Books:
Harry Potter, Ender's Game, BrainJack
Favorite Authors:
J.K. Rowling, Arthur C. Clark, Orson Scott Card, Brian Falkner
Favorite Movies:
I am Number 4, Skyfall
Favorite Music:
Anything BUT Rap

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Date Joined:
19 Nov 2012
Last Visit:
30 Dec 2013 (1939 days ago)
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Friends:
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Days in Chat:
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Forum Posts:
9
Stories:
26
Badges:
3

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Topic: Discover
Posted: 18 Jun 2013 19:10

Welcome! Don't worry, you will learn to love this site. The community is amazing and the writings fabulous. Writing is something that comes from deep inside and bubbles up, usually scaring the vessel of which it has sprung forth from. Like it or not, you are a writer. Inspiration comes in many forms and the idea that we all are writers inside keeps many of us (me especially) burning the midnight oil. :) Best of luck!

Topic: Three Word Story
Posted: 27 Dec 2012 13:59

a quiet dignity

Topic: Give something to the person above you
Posted: 23 Dec 2012 18:58

I give you the power to bake brownies in 30 seconds.. and the power to smile... because smiling is fun... and you know what brings a smile to my face? BROWNIES.

Topic: Change One Letter
Posted: 18 Dec 2012 17:11

I think Delmar is heading for ANTE... I choose... ANT

Topic: Do you get pleasure from reading your own writing?
Posted: 18 Dec 2012 17:09

LOL. If I could do that... I'd be a GOD... I'm a freaking teenage girl do you really think I feel good about what I write? Yeah.. NO.

Topic: The Random Blurt Thread
Posted: 21 Nov 2012 13:36

I came, I saw, I conquered. Not for me! For me its: I came, I saw, I gobbled up the cookies that some stupid person had left.

Topic: Use One Word to Describe How You're Feeling
Posted: 21 Nov 2012 13:22

Meow.

Topic: Left or Right?
Posted: 19 Nov 2012 15:54

I am a strange person - I write with my right hand, but I eat and play sports with my left. I can sorta kinda write with my left hand and I can sorta kinda eat and play sports with my right.

Topic: Create a paragraph for the person above you
Posted: 19 Nov 2012 15:51

He rises from a shadow on the ground, dressed in chain mail and brandishes a sword of gold. He strides out of sight to where I cannot see, to where I cannot watch the man who is to protect us. I hear screams and run to the place where I have heard him, only to see his bravery in the thrust of the golden sword into the heart of the fiery red dragon.

Topic: Say something nice about one of your friends
Posted: 19 Nov 2012 15:48

Katherine is always there for me and willing to pick me up when I fall - after she finishes laughing, of course.

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Stories Published By Isabelle All Stories »

Winding Road

I have had a lot of time to think. And I think about how I gave myself a scare, in a way. I alerted myself to reality. Even though at times it might have seemed like I was slowly dying, I think I was just making my way forwards. That's all we really do, I think. We just make our way forwards. And then we get where we want to be and we look back and we wonder how we got from here to there....

Added 14 Oct 2013 | Category Musings | Votes 8 | Avg Score 5 | Views 784 | 6 Comments

Not Good Enough

I told myself I wasn’t good enough. That was my first lie, I think. As if an A minus differed from an A Or a size 0 differed from a size 00. I don’t know when I started believing myself. I think I was fourteen. I told myself that whatever I did, I did it wrong. That I should be more perfect. I told myself that the reason my teacher didn’t like me was because I was fat. The reason...

Added 27 Jul 2013 | Category Poetry | Votes 11 | Avg Score 4.91 | Views 631 | 7 Comments

Reaper

The golden years are far from done But the blackness has set in And someone who once thought they had it won Is now immersed in sin. Black kohl lines lids of steel Silver shadow adorns one bloody eye Slate grey breaths turn Fate’s infamous wheel She used to ride so high. A shaking finger reaches out towards seemingly oppressive light A whisper, a breath, these are all things of mind...

Added 29 Jun 2013 | Category Poetry | Votes 6 | Avg Score 4.17 | Views 880 | 4 Comments

The Right Kind of Coke

There was a time when she drank normal Coke from the plastic bottles and ate one large popcorn with every fixin’ at the movies and maybe a hotdog and if she went with her dad, she’d probably grab some Junior Mints too And then there was a time when she drank Diet Coke from the silver can and ate one small, butter-free popcorn and never a hotdog and if she went with her dad, maybe...

Added 15 Jun 2013 | Category Poetry | Votes 5 | Avg Score 5 | Views 512 | 6 Comments

Anonymous

Once she dangled her feet in the blue water And sang around the campfire And toasted marshmallows And drank Coke And took photos of her friends and hung them on the refrigerator That was the time when she loved her sister And thought her mom hung the moon And thought boys were gross That was the year when she brought back her first “A” And never got a B And felt like the world was...

Added 14 Jun 2013 | Category Poetry | Votes 6 | Avg Score 4.33 | Views 1,010 | 5 Comments

One Last Crown of Daises

The last time I saw you, we were barely fifteen and yet gathering no attention when we took our usual seats on the rickety wooden bench at the playground on 5 th street. All the mothers there knew us, we’d been there so long, and we in turn knew them and their children. Some of the faces were more familiar than others. Your neighbor from down the street. My old music class teacher. But all...

Added 27 Apr 2013 | Category Memoirs | Votes 28 | Avg Score 3.38 | Views 1,494 | 7 Comments

Pretending

I can't pretend that I don't miss them Not while I'm still looking at their pictures. I can't pretend I don't see them Walking past the café on fourth. I can't pretend I don't hear them Not when they're shouting. I can't pretend that I can be free Not during this agony. Sometimes, you have to love someone enough to let them go. But I can't let them go.  I still hear everything...

Added 03 Apr 2013 | Category Poetry | Votes 5 | Avg Score 5 | Views 675 | 4 Comments

Shakespeare's Sonnet

"I'm sorry." "I don't care." "I wrote you a sonnet." Now he has her interest. "A sonnet?" "Yeah, like Shakespeare." "Why a sonnet?" "I don't know." "Is it a good sonnet?" He looks at her, his chocolate eyes meeting her icy blue. "I don't know." "Then, why are you trying to read it to me?" "Because, it's up to you, I guess. To see if it's good." "I don't take unconfident boys....

Added 07 Mar 2013 | Category Flash Fiction | Votes 7 | Avg Score 5 | Views 1,039 | 6 Comments

Who am I?

“Who am I?” I whispered, staring at my own hands in a kind of nervous fascination, eyeing the white scars and ragged half-moon nails that I’d come to love and appreciate. I could already see them gone, thrown out of the window in the garbage, no longer a part of me but a part of where they formed, floating in the wastelands of humanity. How many people had sat on this hospital bed like me?...

Added 06 Jan 2013 | Category Flash Fiction | Votes 5 | Avg Score 5 | Views 668 | 3 Comments

My One and Only

“You’re my one and only,” he promised, breathing lightly down her back. “I’ll never love another.” She smiled at him through half-closed eyes, before drifting off. Her breathing hadn’t even settled into a rhythm before he was gone. It was easy to fool girls, he mused, strolling through London’s back-alleys. He slipped inside a modest house, only to find a girl in a lacy...

Added 31 Dec 2012 | Category Micro Fiction | Votes 11 | Avg Score 5 | Views 835 | 6 Comments

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