RedRaven

“Emily, are you okay?” Dad asks, still playing the concerned game. “I’m fine,” I say. “I’m just tired, that’s all.” “If anything’s wrong, promise me that you’ll go see your ...

I need a good playlist when I write - not just for NaNo, but for any novel or story. There isn't a lot of music that gets my writing flowing, ...

Overall, this was a good poem. Like SilentRain suggested, you should seperate your poem into stanzas, because it not only makes the poem easier to read, but it gives the ...

My father’s vicious stares go right through me. He sees it; the pain, the confusion. “Good morning, dad.” I say, trying to avoid the words waiting on his tongue. “Cut ...

“So Emily, how are you?” I exhale loudly, and focus on the wool afghan that’s wrapped around my legs. The therapist sighs. “Emily… talking will help.” I let the frizzy-haired ...

“So Emily, how are you?” I exhale loudly, and focus on the wool afghan that’s wrapped around my legs. The therapist sighs. “Emily… talking will help.” I let the frizzy-haired ...

Okay, so I liked this. I do want to read more. But, when posting, you should put it in the Novels forum; since it's chapter one of a novel. Some ...

I’m sneaking Dad’s laptop into my bedroom, shutting the door behind me with my foot since this thing weighs at least twenty-something pounds. I put it on my bed and ...

“Emily, it’s time for dinner!” Dad calls up the stairwell. I open my door and walk to the top of the stairwell. “I’m not coming down!” I yell back. “Are ...

I hug myself tightly as I snuggle deeper into my bed. The doctor’s words still ring through my head. My mother was pregnant, and she committed suicide and murder. I ...

This was an interesting little read. I'm not really into stories like this, but I liked this one. A few nit-picks: Telemarketers. Telemarketers usually work in a huge call centre, ...

“Emily, dinner’s nearly ready,” Dad calls up the stairwell. I push myself away from my desk and clomp down the stairs. Mr. Mom is standing in the kitchen, grinning so ...

Author's Note: I forgot to mention it in the first chapter, but this is the first draft. Critiquing is very much appreciated. :] Also, this is essentially a flashback (except ...

Prologue It’s a dark and stormy night… I shiver under my fleecy blanket, burrowing deeper into the warmth. What a perfect night to do it. Wait, no. I won’t hit ...

“Chloe, get down here, now!” Mom cries from the stairwell, less than an hour after our heated words. It’s strange though, because it usually takes her two or more hours ...