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This is an early piece of work I did, so it's kind of. . .blah, but here goes. The coppery-haired boy gazed up at the professor, his eyes alight with ...

Dear Mom, I can’t come home, Not yet, And I know you’re angry at me For just taking off Like I did, But I swear, Mom, I’m working things out, ...

Tired Feet Tired feet, got to rest, Sitting still, eyes closed, Letting memories wash over me. Emotions, dim with time, Skitter across an endless pond That seems to be my ...

This is written in an interesting format. Rather than chapters, I have written this in little pieces, each from the perspective of a defferent character. Any sort of critiques are ...

his is written in an interesting format. Rather than chapters, I have written this in little pieces, each from the perspective of a defferent character. Any sort of critiques are ...

In the year 2006, Al Gore came out with a film called An Inconvenient Truth. I myself am a big fan of horror movies, but this one in particular left ...

The drumbeats pounded a strange, otherworldly rhythm as the playrs swooped in and faced eachother squarely. The old man wore a knowing smile, the young mn a cruel grimace and ...

CHAPTER ONE A Victim of Greed It happened slowly, so slowly that not even the wisest of the gods noticed. Not even the wisest noticed how jealous little Ixchel became. ...

Forgotten Child Ronan Rothschild, like almost every other child in Clearwater, had a summer job at a laboratory, helping some crazy scientist by carrying and cleaning and looking useful. Ronan ...

Just thought I'd save you some trouble. If you've never read Clearwater before, please read the first part of it, which starts at the beginning of Chapter one. It's down ...

The Beginning A sky filled with dragons. An earth where time stood still. Ronan tried to make sense of it, but he could not. Questions rocketed through his brain like ...

CHAPTER ONE False Starts Mama and I, we understand sarcasm. Not just the obvious kind, but the subtle sarcasm too, the kind most people miss. Sarcasm lies everywhere, occasionally disguised ...

PROLOGUE Day Twelve Day TwelveCalm waters, gray clouds, repairs to bowsprit, Rolo paused, the pen dripping ink onto the page. Father was supposed to do the ship’s log, not him. ...

I know you're not supposed to forward fiction, but this is continued from a post called Nova Terre. It isn't necessary to have read the prologue, but it will help ...

Softly, wanderer, do not disturb this night, for in this perfect stillness lies the magic you seek. Sit by my fire and listen to the whisper of the grasses as ...

Chapter One Ellen Traum watched the woman walk into her office, carefully taking stock. She was in her mid- twenties, probably, and she wore baggy jeans and a man’s button-down ...

Maggie stopped at a rest stop fifty miles out of the city and pulled two hundred dollars out of her bank account, leaving only three hundred and thirty dollars remaining. ...

Chapter One Kelly Jo’s Castle Mama leaned against the sink, drawing the back of her hand across her lined forehead. Daddy was staring into a wine glass full of Bob’s ...

Questions “What about stars? What are stars like?” Casey shoved him playfully. “You asked me that already. Gimme a new one.” Brian shrugged and lay back against the hardwood floor. ...

"What about stars? What are stars like?" Casey shoved him playfully. "I think you asked me that one already. Gimme a new one." Brian shrugged and lay back against the ...

Stop. Just stop. You're fiddling. Tapping your toe glancing around, picking your fingernails. Stop. Can you do it? Are you scared of the stillness? Yes, I thought so. Let me ...

I stood in the face of danger. I, Persephone, who was the bringing forth of life in spring, I who stood among the powerful and the strong, I looked Death ...

I know you're not supposed to give an introduction, but I feel that this piece needs one. I hope I don't offend anybody. I want to assure you that the ...

He was Alexander. Never Alex, never Xander, but Alexander. If you didn’t want to call him Alexander, he was Toxic. No one new why. He was a senior, which was ...

So recently I got interested in the alphabet and what it means. If you go back to Greece, each letter had a meaning, and a bunch of other cultures, ancestors ...

Saturday, June 21, 2008 Rae The old barn, creepy enough even in broad daylight, seemed crawling with mystery in the glow of a flickering candle. The barn stuck out like ...

Morning, Penny decides, is no time to concentrate on walking attractively. Anyone who might raise an eyebrow over an eight o’clock waddle clearly doesn’t need to be listened to in ...

Lorraine leans against the wall in the girls’ dressing room, which doubles as a greenroom and is therefore double the disaster. “Shit,” she says. “I can’t believe our dress rehearsal’s ...

Sickness had a smell. It was thick like honey, dusty like a summer without rain and acidic like the heavy stench of vinegar. Incense burned in each of the four ...

1. PENNY She studies herself. Skin, legs, arms and hair bare their secrets tot he mirror. She sees her eyes; their black pits gleam with strength and compassion and something ...

*Please don't write titles in full caps* CHAPTER ONE 1. PENNY She studies herself. Skin, legs, arm and hair bare their secrets to the mirror. She is only fifteen. She ...

Chapter Two 1. ARIA It’s over. The day is over. Aria collapses into the softness of her white hospital sheets and closes her eyes. Within her, the Monster’s armies rip ...

and and and the truck started with a rumble and it shook us in our sears - we exchanged smiles - and we were off! and it was the beginning ...

I tired of the world. It no longer interested me. The things that once consumed me seemed shallow, meaningless. I was lost on a one-way street, choking on the dust ...

Don't you know,You funny little adolescent,That there's small deathAt the bottom of every beer?

This is all I have of this story right now, and I take some time writing usually, but I plan to have more soon.Jan. 15, 201012:04 PMI squeezed the hot, ...

Imagine a little house on a quiet street in a quiet town. The house is comfortable like a thread-bare bathrobe, a fixture in a wildly changing world. Imagine a mother ...

With you I want to walk the worldWith you;And hand in hand shall we traverse the world With footsteps made light by one another's joyAnd the moon made brighter by ...

Darkly, a solution:Run. Take nothing with you. Have yourself one of those all-American road trip, because soon you'll have... Responsibilities. So you burst out of there in a car older ...

It went on, time did, and Eros became a man. He set one foot in front of the other and traveled the world, a smile creasing his face, a trail ...

Sorry it's a bit long. I've been playing around with style - let me know what you think. Change in person from third to first is intentional - let me ...

If this were that kind of book, the messenger would have run up to Meria and given her they envelope at his dying moment. Cue the overly dramatic, symphonic music. ...

yesterday I walked beyond the city limitsbeyond my body limits where the sky was blue and the trees were tickling that blue and birdssang,,,,,,,,,,,,,i was part of the sky, eh, ...

This is just a style I'm playing around with; i'd like to hear what people think works, doesn't work... be honest!Fly, hurdle, spree! Free!Can't catch me, I'm what the blind ...

So this poem was written by Sappho, 2700 years ago, but I translated it from Ancient Greek for a school project. I know it's accurate to what the original says, ...

There was a little house on a quiet street in a quiet town. The house had its pros and cons, but it was always permanent, a fixture in a wildly ...

The Poet, more than any artist, has his work cut out for him. Firstly, there is nothing manly about rhyming lines, and it's a total hoax that girls find poets ...

The psychologist in the ratty T-Shirt paced back and forth atop the New York Lottery building. He’d woken up there yesterday, stripped of his usual tweed suit and bifocals. His ...

This is the beginning of something I'm working on mostly for the practice writing subtext in my dialogue. For critiquers, that's what I'd most like to be critiqued on. Gracias!There ...