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The last remnants of fleecy white clouds were dyed blood red as the sun sank into the valley. Kirthin sighed. These few last hours of the day were his favourite ...

Chapter I: Lessons The last remnants of fleecy white clouds were dyed blood red as the sun sank into the valley. Kirthin sighed. These few last hours of the day ...

Welcome to the Land of Chisst, young wanderer. Although, you may be old, I cannot tell through these pages. So you wish to hear the tale of Kirthin the mage? ...

The sky caught fire as the sun sank into the trees. That’s all there ever is around here, trees. They are all so tall and quiet, Kirthin thought. From the ...

What you are about to read is the journal of Eric Lum. His story involves a reluctant stay with his cousins that ended up changing his life, a good friend, ...

Prologue It’s raining outside. Hunting prey in the dead of night, Before him, victim’s run in fright, The wielder of the sacred light. It’s raining outside. Blessed sword of silver ...

Surprisingly, Kirthin did manage to get some sleep that night. He awoke early in the morning, just as the sun began to peek over the mountaintops. The valley in which ...

Chapter ONE: The Battle A lone figure is standing on the edge of a snow-capped cliff. He overlooks a small village, though his focus is on its inhabitants. He smiles. ...

Stupid computer crashed and I lost all my data. I had to start over again. Darned technology... grrr... Chapter I: A Crimson Dawn The sky caught fire as the sun ...

Chapter II: New Horizons Kirthin woke early the next morning refreshed and ready. He quickly washed, pulled on a simple brown tunic and went downstairs for a bite to eat ...

Chapter III: New Students In front of them was a large, sweeping lawn. The students themselves were standing in a stone circle carved with the same runes from the portal ...

I was extremely moved by "The Diary of Anne Frank", so I decided to write this book. This is not a hate literature, no matter what my views of the ...

This was a poem I thought up when I saw a smashed robin's egg on my way home from school.Please mangle it, I have no idea how to do poetry.T ...

A haiku.Why do you hate me?Glaring at me with those eyes?Have I done you wrong?I appreciate any feedback.

This was a creative writing assignment I did for English, so it's not that exciting. I was supposed to write as if I were a centurion that was supposed to ...