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I recently completed the first book of the series 'a song of ice and fire,' titled a game of thrones. It's adult fantasy, and so there were a few awkward ...

I started to read this on a train station in Leeds, I glanced at the cover and sighed. Hemingway. I read the Fisherman and the Sea a few years ago, ...

There is no dialog in here, it varies between first and thrd, and may be slightly confusingm but bear with me, tell me what you think. I sat there, quietly, ...

This is almost purely quotation, due to my lack of using the damn thing. Slightly Hemingway inspired, which makes it readable and simple. I'm completely new to this type of ...

this is an introduction to a story I'm not writing, but if its any good, i might pick it up again. A high wind frizzled the silent woods, a gentle ...

Water shifted in the wet sand between my toes, ingraving my footprints as the sand washed away from my skin, another step, and the water following like a cloud chasing ...

This is the beginning of a story centreing around the girl Syal, but i don't know if it all is flowing so well/ Winters in the north were long and ...

There was no alarm this morning. I opened my eyes and never shut them again. The wooden seat was still warm when I descended the stairs, the mug of coffee ...

I'd been meaning to read it for years, but the politics seemed tedious especially when there was so much controversy about the “war against terrorism” on the tv. But finally, ...

Some kind of wonderful. I met Lee on the subway, tracks to London and back, and he smiled when I ...

Jerry It was to be a cold winter, I knew, but I didn’t care much, for I’d always had a ...

This is incomplete, the story travels from one scene to another, though the second paragraph might end up being connected ...

A high wind frizzled the silent woods, a gentle rush at the tall swaying branches. The sky was pale blue overhead, cloudless and cold as new winter, meeting the great ...

Chapter 1 A high wind frizzled the silent woods, a gentle rush through the tall branches. The sky was pale blue overhead, cloudless and cold as new winter, meeting the ...

The last thing Syriana saw was a blade, thick and transient in the sunlight as it sliced through the skull of her little sister. Barely able to see, Syriana struggled ...