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  • Ever Happily

    I don't understand this. In any case, all following chapters will be in this thread so please specify which one you are reviewing when you do. Thanks. _____ People always ...

    12 min read
  • Untitled Differentiation

    I wrote this when I was about fourteen. Now I'm eleven. _______ Yes, Ada was crying again. Her best friend had played a painful joke on her, and now her ...

    13 min read
  • Yes, What a Delightful Boy (1)

    So, I hate romance. And I hate it when people end the first chapter with two strangers making out. And not prostitute strangers, presumably. But I wanted to see if ...

    10 min read
  • Derivatives 1.1

    Yes! The beginning of my nano! I hate exclamation marks! Shut up! _______ Every bit of the ground was eaten by blue paint. There were handprints on the walls and ...

    16 min read
  • Derivatives 1.2

    Alright. ________ “Oh, nothing. Just--just food,” I said pathetically, feeling the idiocy seep out of my skin. “You eat weapons?” asked the man, his appearance reminding me vaguely of person ...

    15 min read
  • JEWS

    When I was small, silly, pointless, I waited for a crazy boy to sit down next to me and ask a question I had never imagined. I would wonder about ...

    14 min read
  • Yes, What a Delightful Boy (2)

    I don't feel like this is going anywhere. _____ Moments later--moments that she wouldn‘t ever remember--she found herself on her back on the sidewalk, blood in her hair and freezing ...

    11 min read
  • You would cut somebody's head off (1)

    I know, I know. You're tired of me wasting my brilliance on lame contests (no offense, Tiger; Tiger responds with a quick, "None taken"), but, you see, I have not ...

    14 min read
  • You would cut somebody's head off (2)

    This is the end. I'm going now. And I wish you all a very fond... ______ The night was yellow. I kicked her door. Or I kicked a door that ...

    20 min read


We understand how dangerous a mask can be. We all become what we pretend to be.
— Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind