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Huh? What is this about? No idea. I thought you might be able to tell me what I could do with this scrapbook of ideas. I guess it's a good ...

2152 A.D.“Granny’s here! Granny’s here!” shouts one of the children, pointing to the monitor with glee. The cry is taken up by the other two. Their parents come swiftly from ...

It all started when I was born. My mother was a leaena or lioness of great power and with a noble blood line, tracing back to Lionid Amplusaum, great king ...

We read the house on Mango Street in school and wrote our own "vignettes". This one is inspired by the chapter "Sire." Enjoy!Vivian dances like an angel. Gleaming point shoes ...

Well, here's my entry (edits are very welcome!) Spoiler! : Your story is about a maid in Fairyland folding clothes. One day in summer, Dagmar collected a pile of Orlagh’s ...

A piece I wrote for a competition in my town (unfortunately it didn't win) but I still kinda like it. It is now being re-purposed as a contest piece for ...

I wrote this for English class. We had not read the book yet, just looked at the cover, and were supposed to come up with our own version of why ...

This is a vignette that I wrote for English class when we were studying The House on Mango Street. Enjoy!Daddy is crying. Sparkly tears like glass. But splat not shatter ...

Another vignette I wrote for English while studying The House on Mango StreetSmile, he says. So I smile big as the sun and the camera flashes and burns my eyes ...

“Polly, dearest, don’t chew at the collar,” cooed the little girl crouched on the cobbles. Her knees were peeling and chapped and she wore a sort of sack draped around ...

My village is gone. My family is gone. And soon I may I continue to tell myself, although the harsh reality has yet to set in with the full force ...

If only the candles were real. The quilt lies unfinished. Every week for the past year she has sewed a completed patch onto it. Every day she has sat by ...

Spoiler! : This story is fictional, but loosely based on a past experience. There is a scar on the bluish white skin of my chest, just above my heart, that ...

Life is simple here. I eat, I sleep, and I play with my paper dolls. This place is good. The people here are nice to me. My favorite is Miss ...

Spoiler! : Sorry about the spacing! I had trouble with it. Also, the songs are supposed to be completely in italics but I can't get it to work with me ...

A girl with a wide-set sallow face and tattered blonde-almost-white hair drags her feet as she walks slowly down the dingy street. Her dirty black sneakers send pebbles skidding across ...

Wallace Connors woke on Wednesday with his nose glued to the pages of Lolita. His furious wife buried herself in Anna Karenina in retaliation. Wallace tried to placate her by ...