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The nighttime watch time always comes too late. It’s always after bedtime when the windows disappear. They go beneath my shadows and hide all the stars from me. Sometimes I’m ...

The first thing I saw was the newspaper. It read of a man who died while trying to save his kid from drowning, my kid. And the next was the ...

As practise for school. Try the whole "watching people to find characters" thing. i got all of this from watching my grandma speak in a restaurant and its better than ...

This is about fast food restaurants today, and the normal topic of how it is affecting obesity in America. This book was shocking to me and I willl never step ...

Prologue: Sometimes you feel so connected to those people you can't help but notice in ordinary situations. You introduce yourselves, and bam! - your lives are forever tied together. It ...

The night sings sweetly, it dances toward the city’s light. It’s on nights like these that memories happen, and streetlamps flicker in delight. Days are bright, but their truth has ...

This piece as well as all the others in my profile as of December 30-10 have been removed because I haven't been on YWS in years and all have either ...

Prologue For weeks, I have had this in my head. The only problem was that every time I sat down to write, I couldn’t put it in words. I thought ...

The Journalist. It was a new school year and I was in the 11th grade. I like to write poems and stories. My parents don’t want me to write they ...

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October 10, 1692 "No! Let go of me!" "You're not going anywhere, little witch." The man said gruffly, as he tried to drag me onto the back of the wagon. ...

I can't think of a name, so if you have suggestions, please post them. Anyway, here's to Redwall! Chapter One From the diary of Deidan, historian and recorder of Redwall ...

Author's Note: Okay, here's the deal. Last year, I wrote a light sci-fi novel about six teenagers who were transformed using a chemical formula into superheroes. The first chapter went ...

[NOTE: Again, sorry for the delay. Life likes to play little tricks that distract me from writing.] A cool breeze floated across Arnold’s face, and he woke up to an ...