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i slouch in an airplane seat. it feels right to be halfway between worlds, my only bridge to reality the popping of my ears. a stranger breathes beside me. we ...

Under the broken stars, I breathe in One more burst of light. Colors whirl like apocalyptic galaxies, hurling shards from across the night. I closed my eyes and saw dulled ...

Small. So creative, I know.

Words came like glass--sharp. Twinkling.

Female, age 15 Closet: It's a small closet and mostly organized. Although she's usually pretty messy, you can tell she's trying to be neat here. Plain clothing in monochromatic colors ...

You know you're a writer when you imagine book characters are your friends and are talking to you since you have no real friends. Sad and true.

I can't do romance, because like Pompadour said, it's hard to make it believable. I can't do horror, because like ChieRynn said, it's "ew"/scary. I can't do crime/mystery because I ...

I guess this is my interpretation of it, if you want it... About the first part of the poem, where the ant encounters the moth. I think the ant symbolizes ...

ERMAGERSH @Wolfical , we need you in a gallery!

I've read it! Rick Riordan

Bomb...

7/10. It's pretty nice, and I like your wording, but there's something off about it. The part after the semicolon's kind of confusing. Days went by, and still Zaerith was ...

Video games? (I don't know what game development software is!)

Silver spoons as deadly, powerful catapults.

Hello! My name is _____ and this is my story.