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Note: This isn't a completed idea. the first part is a summary that you'd normally find in the back of a book. The Preface is just a brief one. Chapter ...

Alright. So this is my third try at writing a poem. If I keep practicing, maybe I'll get a good one someday. Please critique this! I really need your help! ...

The not oxymoron (removed)

Some people take a mustache As just your average facial hair. But what they did not know Is that furry llamas live in there. There are super humans Playing leap ...

This is my first post, so sorry for any the way, my book is separated into prologue and part 1 and so on by parts of the day. First we ...

Let me start this chapter by saying my family ,on both sides, has a history of substance abuse, I've got more alcholic cousins and uncles than the Kennedy's. I have ...

I get so lost in the poetry forum, it's not even funny.. -_- Anyway, this is a poem I wrote for CW last month-ish and it was well-liked. I was ...

Hanna's Holocaust; Part One. Information: These are diary entries of a little girl living through the Holocaust. She starts off at age 10 and progresses. Let me know what you ...

Sorry for not being too consistent on story writing because i've been trying my hands on poetry. Take a look at this story which needs your critiques because i need ...

I wrote this over a year back. Please critique harshly. Thanks! And, HappyNewYear!!! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ They say love is an overpowering emotion. Whoever ‘they’

The chapters are going to come slower from now on. Happy New Year's Eve to everyone! And thanks for your comments, in advance. I hope it manages to meet your ...

it really needs editions, and i'm open for suggestions.. Chapter Two “They will never know” When the first faint hue of sunlight crept inside their room, Katie was already up. ...

Once again I'd request you read this with a beat ^^ Also please review my other poem (which is better) The Damage of Reality. post478157.html#478157 Please note I am aware ...

It happened again I dreamt of you Of us in the grass Me holding your hand You holding mine The zephyr wind blowing on us The trees singing I can ...

It's a pretty restaurant. We had picked a back table in a nook, further away from the people, and where the candle was almost brighter than the chandelier. The waitress ...