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Chapter 3 “Ow, that hurt.” I said and put my thumb in my mouth. “Cut away from yourself.” Lucy said and took the potato from me. “Go clean it and ...

1. Fact preceding fiction, she was sweet seventeen and straight from the bottle ‘golden blonde’. Almond eyes, counterfeit complexion, lip gloss layered lips. Slender hips hidden beneath layers of

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yeah, yeah, i know. The nail marks never started at the top - no, we were always halfway when we realized we were falling down, down with nothing to leave ...

This is an *unrevised, unedited* freewrite; I think there's a glimmer of potential under all this crap. Advice? Friendly fire? It's all good. Elin flicked a sliver of gray bark ...

I posted this on TSR, but I have made some critiques and well-planned edits since then. I hope everyone enjoys this new and improved version! He could feel the blood ...

The Graffiti Wall Spray paint. The toxic fumes drift through the air, others' messages leaving my white t-shirt multicolored: a blast of red here, a gust of blue there. I'm ...

Okay. This is the begining of a children's novel I wrote ages ago and it somehow just doesn't click, work whatever... So I am hoping for some helpful advice on ...

authors note:Hey, thank you for taking the time to read this. I mean, go ahead and read it if you're interested and then leave reviews (negative and positive). This is ...

What are you supposed to do when you arrive back to the room you share with three other girls, and arrive inside only to find your best friend lying on ...

This is just the first chapter of a story I've sort of worked on in the past, not anything serious, but I've still revised it a bit and I'd just ...

This is a short story I wrote in '04, when my writing was still weak and structureless. I've recently performed many minor revisions, and I'll fully rewrite it eventually. I ...

It was a cold September morning when Joy unlocked the door to a deli she and her sister Linda worked in. They walked inside and were greeted by the familiar ...

“The Nymph, the Spirit, and the Bird” By theluckyflower Okay, before you read this, there are just a few things I would like to say – 1) Some of you ...

I hug you But then you flinch And then you told me That this is it Like clay you mould me Into a corpse of solitude I kiss you But ...