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I believe this is the 3rd rewrite. Changed almost everything, including character's name. Enjoy. Eric’s teeth chattered. A stinging barrage of rain pelted his face, swept into the shelter by ...

Sorry I was so late to post this - Year 12 throws so much homework at you, It's hard to make time for anything. Please tell me how real the ...

Here's chapter 2, better in my opinion than chapter 1, but obviously not without fault. Tear it apart and throw the remains in my face. Do whatever you like, as ...

This chapter needed work, and that's what it got. Can anyone see anything else wrong with it? The crude wooden cross blurred as tears welled up in Arthur’s eyes. He ...

If you have a weak stomach don't read on. I wrote this for a workshop but we were only allowed to submit 2 pages, so I'm posting the rest here. ...

Arthur trudged through the thick undergrowth, trailing closely behind Black. Soon after they had set out, the forest had become marshy, and now Arthur’s boots were sodden. His feet squelched ...

‘Twas raining hard on the caravan Nothing to do but sit That morning I’d eaten so much ham That I needed to do a shit I’d held it in all ...

Note: Eric was called George in the earlier versions of the prologue, but I've changed his name. Eric lay down on his mattress, the fatigue from the day's march pulling ...

A Clockwork Orange, by Anthony Burgess, tells of a dystopian future, in which the actions of youth bring up profound ethical issues relevant in our modern society. It supports the ...

A bright orange light blazed as Mark lit a torch. James cast his eyes around the weary group of surviving rebels. There were only ten of them now, battered and ...

James knelt down in the undergrowth. The damp soil soaked into the knee of his trousers. Sibo silently crouched down beside him. He took her small, calloused hand in his, ...

A hole smashed open in the floor of the helicopter. It rocked violently. “Well jiggle my jellybeans,” said Barbara, frantically grabbing hold of the seat. “What hit us?” said Meredith, ...

The glow of Nintendo Faces Shining out into the dark In all these exotic places They should save it for home in Denmark Us others enjoy the fire glow A ...

Nanowrimo 2009 second draft. Sorry the chapter's so long. He’d never seen such wreckage. Once mighty walls were now smouldering rubble. Even through the shroud of pine needles he could ...

Attila held his breath and listened. A slight breeze ruffled the wheat, and the whoosh of scythes continued. Nothing indicated he’d been seen. He took the bottle of grappa he’d ...

Valeska heaved her armful of firewood up, bracing it against her collarbone. She glanced over at Ted who was bent over, shuffling another mouldy log onto the stack in his ...