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Chapter 1It was an abnormally hot day in my small hometown. I mean, it got hot once in a while, but today seemed hotter than ever. It was two in ...

CHAPTER 1: FIRST DAY The sun had just risen over the horizon gleaming on the calm lake. Sunshine filled our small wooden cabin with bright, warm light. I was awake ...

This was written by a friend and she wants to know how people like it, so i told her i would put it on here.The sky is darkThe ground is ...

Chapter 1: EverythingThe sun was just starting to fall behind the hills. The birds now hushed as night began to creep up on us. I felt a cool, but familiar ...

Something was wrong. I had seen this scene many times before, but something was off. The lights in the nightclub were the same, the music was the same, and even ...

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I slowly opened the door. Olga Bernard was quietly writing on a pad of paper. She then tore off the front page and handed it to her assistant that was ...

The sun was just starting to fall behind the hills. The birds now hushed as night began to creep up on us. I felt a cool, but familiar hand take ...

They were gorgeous. The red, purple, and yellow petals blended together in perfect harmony. Each different hue complimented the other. A few loose ones fell slowly to the ground. There ...

A very small part of a new book I am writing. And I'm mostly concerned if you like my style of writing, I'm very unsure about it.Lexi watched as her ...

~A short section of the first chapter of my story~Maya picked at her turkey sandwich while studying for her science test. The test was next period and she was highly ...

(FYI: I'm a horrible poet)Dead AlreadyBrown grass, bare trees,Similar to me.Empty bucket, black holes,I just want to I dead already?How'd my life end so quickly,within the blink of an eye.A ...

For english class we have to write a myth that explains something. It can be whatever we want. I chose to do "why the cheetah has spots" and this is ...

This is basically what my dreams are like, and how I feel afterwards. There was something strangely happy about the butterflies flittering around in my stomach. His cold touch was ...