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A storm approaches to strip me of my childhood. I can feel it like the tension in a room, before the exchange of angry words. No longer are there monsters ...

If you are a fan of good English Lit, then this is a book you have to read. Far From the Madding Crowd takes place in fictional Wessex, England. The ...

The Best Friend A best friend, Someone who you cherish above all else, Someone you can laugh with about boys, make-up – anything and everything. Someone who sets aside time ...

The Cat Laughing, on the way to school, A girl sees a cat in the road. She laughs; she thinks it’s sunbathing, But as she walks past, she sees blood ...

This is the very beginning of a novel I've started. I don't know if this really is going to be the start actually, I may change it and put something ...

Is this how the old man feels? The pain is low, indentured servants nibbling at organ-walls, sloshing hydriodic acids that spray up to the tongue, up caustic rivers of life ...

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Chapter Two He hadn’t spotted her yet, but she certainly saw him. He was leaning against the luggage pickup, a pleasant grin tilted to one side of his face as ...

The heavy air promises a storm. As we climb up, the clouds climb down. Breath is elusive. I trip, fall. You look back to offer help but I wave away ...

Well those from character group will recognise Jazool who has been revamped and been placed in a different world and story. Others just read and critique. ____ CHAPTER 1 – ...

Basically what the title implies-I'll be posting my free-writes and story fragments; and I suppose any other piece of writing, that perhaps don't deserve to waste space as seperate entities. ...

Someone once told me that the apocalypse will be blue, and that the saddest day of our lives is when we look into the mirror and know our own eyes. ...

I want your words, but I don't want to pay. Let me pick apart your syntax and sew it back up like a curious child and an unfortunate frog. I ...

JIM: A unicorn, huh? —aren’t they extinct in the modern world? LAURA: I know! JIM: Poor little fellow, he must feel sort of lonesome. - The Glass Menagerie, Tennessee Williams ...