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Hi everyone!I'm just starting The Giver in literature class. I've heard mixed things about this book. I just wanted some feedback from people who've read it. Don't give anything away ...

I wrote this awhile back. During the time when a scandal had erupted in the country. In the Philippines, being a relatively small country, this was a very big deal. ...

OK, so when I was a new member I started posting this story, although I wasn't getting any reviews. I decided to try again (last time I got up to ...

Attila held his breath and listened. A slight breeze ruffled the wheat, and the whoosh of scythes continued. Nothing indicated he’d been seen. He took the bottle of grappa he’d ...

In the darkness, she sat. Waiting. The night had come, and with it her chance at revenge. Headlights streaked past as she waited in the back seat of the small ...

PROLOGUEAMANDA:10:25 PM25th June“Please tell me you're joking,” I pleaded. Olivia’s eyes were full of insanity and hatred. She wasn't going to spare me. What in the world had gotten into ...

Is this the end? Were we the cause of our demise? Are the answers just more questions? No. This is the end. We were the cause. We let them in. ...

Down, Down, Down,The rabbit hole,"We're all mad here," says the cat,As he fades to nothing but a grin.Further down,We're falling fast now,But it's all in slow motion.There goes the Red ...

I woke up with cold-beaded sweat running down my face. I looked around and tried to find my bearings with two wondering questions in my mind: where am I and ...

So this my first post... pretty excited about it... just critique and hope you like it The first paragrapg not indented is just my style, by the by.----------------------------------------------------

When I was about 6 years old, I was a very hyper child. I ran around a lot at recess. I chased others, I was chased, and I even chased ...

Author's Note: Life.“Because. I’m tired of being used like a toy. Thrown away when not needed but as quickly as that picked up, asked to do a favor.” She said, ...

They Paved the WayThey came with shovelsDriven, fortuitous, and strongForward they must goWorking, working, workingA man’s game; a woman’s gameClad with rags and callusesDirt on their white shirts

The modern intellectual and analytical teenage mind is often met with inequalities and dissimilarities of his/her peers. With that said how can one flourish philosophically given their environment wit