Stori

Mostly he ain't thinkin' As he rides to school That life is gonna play him for a fool. Jen's got cancer. The words are loud and clear. So why won't ...

I've learned to be firm too. Now I can approach anyone. Another thing I've learned: don't give up. If you get a harsh review, follow it. If someone doesn't like ...

Today was great. That's the only word: "great." I've reunited with Amber (that's Dragon Writer to you) and I have a whole passel of writing supplies. My favorite, hands down, ...

That was good. Very good. I think of the narrator as a girl who's just lost her father or guardian. But I know that no amount of wishing can ever ...

Permission to give you three cheers, Nate? Ah well... Huzzahh!!! Huzzahh!! Huzzzzaahhhhh!!1

I would go ahead. It's better if you don't wait.

'Tis so sad to see a friend depart. I I shall be taking a leave of absense. Sorry, but I want to explore other options. Don't grieve. You can still ...

Don't. Write. Fanfiction. I'm one to talk (I wrote half a dozen,) but if you want to write, write. Jot down a poem. Write a scrap of a prophesy. If ...

Can I post Lutra? The poor otter needs some attention.

Star Wars: Death Star. It's awesome.

This is a must. It tells the behind-the-scenes story of the Death Star's construction. The story has several narrators: Vil Dance, a TIE pilot; Teela Kaarz, an architect; Nova Stihl; ...

Josh Gorban? *looks up on Wiki* Anywide, I'm Kite. Or Stori. Or Jay. Whatever floats your boat. Don't forget, we have our very own chat... otherwise known as the Lounge. ...

Well, welcome to the conglomeration of sentient beings known as the Young Writers' Society. (Translation: hello and welcome.) It's good to see someone who's not afraid to admit their differences. ...

Vil could feel the extra gravites tugging at him. He exectued a tight turn, then righted himself. A quick blast of the ion cannon, and the target became scattered light. ...

"I've found you!" Billy cried. "Billy! Thank heaven!" Bonnie reached out a hand. No ring! It must be a trick!