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    Jun 10, 2023

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    Jun 6, 2022

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    Jun 6, 2022

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    Jun 6, 2022

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    Apr 7, 2022

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    Apr 7, 2022

  • Happy Holidays everyone!!! <3 I hope everyone has a great holiday season!


    SantaYWS Happy Holidays to you as well! :santa:
    Dec 18, 2021

  • Why is it now, the week after thanksgiving break, that all my professors decide to pile on the work… :/

  • I’m a day late but Happy Thanksgiving everyone! I’m thankful for everyone here who has helped me become a different writer and become my friends!

  • I feel like the story I'm writing would make a much better T.V. series

  • Hey guys! I just started a new story, and I need an opinion. I started writing it in second person, but I'm not sure if that's how I want to continue the story. There's a section of what I have so far below, and I just want to know if you guys think I should continue it the way I have it or change it to first/third person.

    Spoiler! :
    “I’m a piece of shit” He says over the phone.
    “Something happened…” He sounds stressed. He’s crying. He seems lost, confused.

    “You don’t have to tell me, but if you need to talk… I’m here” you reply in response

    “Things are just spiraling out of control right now… I can't expla…” Issac stops mid sentence.

    “Issac?” You say responding “Is everything ok? What’s going on?”

    “I have to go,” He says quickly, without another word he hangs up the phone.

    “Bye…” You say into the empty phone. You sigh knowing something is wrong. Maybe you could call Angelina to find out what’s going on. But what’s the use, it’s not like she’d tell you anything right now… Everyone's been going through a tough time since the accident.
    Issac’s probably just blaming himself for something he didn’t do again. You think to yourself.

    You put your phone down and walk to the bathroom and stare at your reflection in the mirror. You don’t see the same girl you were a month ago in there. Instead you see someone different.

    You go back to your room and flop down on the bed, and just stare at the ceiling. Minutes go by, then you hear the door unlock and open.

    Mom’s probably home. You think to yourself.
    You walk downstairs, and head into the kitchen where your mom has just opened a new bottle of wine. She turns towards you.
    “Hey Gabby” She says.
    “Hey mom.” You respond.
    “How was school?”
    “Fine” you say. You give her a sad look as she begins to drink. “Why are you home so late? It's 11 pm.”
    “Just had to finish some stuff up sweetie.”
    “You’re drunk again aren’t you?”
    “Honey please.”
    “Mom you’ve got to stop this.”
    “Sweetie relax, this is the only alcohol I’ve had today.”
    “That’s the biggest lie I’ve ever heard.” You yell.
    “Look. I know you’re a little messed up still because of the accident.”
    “Don’t change the topic mom.”
    “Sweetie, please. I know the accident was tragic ok, but you’re going to have to find a different coping method, than taking your anger out on me.”
    “Can we not talk about that…” You say looking at the floor. “Please”
    “Sorry I brought it up love, but you know you have to find a better coping method. You can’t take your anger out on other people.”
    “First of all, I’m not angry. Second of all, don't talk to me about coping mechanisms, you drunk ass bitch.” “
    “That’s it young lady you don’t talk to me like that, do you understand.”
    “Whatever, I’m just going to go upstairs.”

    You walk back upstairs and see you look at your phone. You have a text from Lina.

    “Hey you busy I need to talk to you. It’s about Issac something’s wrong”
    You read the text and respond “No I’ll meet you at your place”

    You grab your jean jacket and walk into the living room. You look at your mom whose drinking glasses upon glasses of wine from the new bottle she brought home after work. You don’t bother telling her where you're going, because it’s not like she’ll remember. Besides she wouldn’t let you go anywhere so late anyways, especially after the argument you had with her earlier. You walk outside. You don’t want to start the car for the fear your mom might hear you, so you decide to walk. It’s not that far anyway.
    You arrive at Lina’s to see her sitting on the steps of her front porch.

    “Thanks for coming..” Lina says looking down at her feet.
    “Of course, what’s going on? What’s wrong with Issac?” You ask her
    “I don’t know, he’s been acting really weird. Ever since the accident, everything is just… different”
    “Yeah I know. He’ll come around I’m sure”
    “Gabby… You don’t think he’s cheating on me?”
    “Oh my god, of course not. Lina Issac’s a great guy, why would you think he’d do something like that?!” You exclaim.
    “Ok, he’s just acting so strange, and maybe the accident has just caught up to him, but when it happened sure he was sad, and shocked and all, but he never acted like this.”
    “Look, he’s probably just processing. Anyways it’s really late, I should really go. Especially before my mom notices I’m gone ya know.”
    “Yeah, yeah, okay. Cya Gabs”
    “Bye Lina.”


    this isn't all I have but I don't want to post too much, no spoilers in case I end up posting it later. I kinda like what I have so far but I really don't know if it would be better if I wrote it in third/first person! Let me know your opinions! Thanks everyone!

    Also, this isn't perfect, there are things I'm planning to change already, I haven't really edited it too much yet since I just started so sorry if there are some mistakes!

  • Happy birthday!


    dogsrule5 Thanks so much!! :D
    Jun 7, 2021

  • Happy birthday~! 🎂


    dogsrule5 Thank you!! :D
    Jun 7, 2021



If you can't describe what you are doing as a process, you don't know what you're doing.
— W. Edwards Deming