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Milly and Sora from my story "The Choice"
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posted by kirstylyonxoxo
everybody needs a friend
everybody needs a friend
A friend is like a flower,
a rose to be exact,
Or maybe like a brand new gate
that never comes unlatched.
A friend is like an owl,
both beautiful and wise.
Or perhaps a friend is like a ghost,
whose spirit never dies.
A friend is like a heart that goes
strong until the end.
Where would we be in this world
if we didn't have a friend.

Forever Friends!

you'r my friend and that is true,
but the gift was given from me to you.
we went thru moments that were good and bad,
even moments that were happy and sad.
you suported me when i was in tears,
we stuck together when we were in fear,

its really sad that it had to be this way,
but it has reached its very last day.
miles away cant keep us apart,
'cause you'll always be in my heart.
friend
friend
posted by IsabellaAzuria
Well… to me it is more difficult to translate things into English than English things into German. So I had to leave some sentences out of the story, because there are no English words for that. But I tried to translate it as good as possible. In German it sounds MUCH better. Maybe you’ll like it better when they are books and translated by professional people.
;-)

Sie sind unter uns…
Part of the vampire story


He could only see her blond hair but he knew it was…
Norma. She stood right there by the window with a huge sword in her hands. Almost bigger than small Norma. It was bloody. „Norma?“...
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posted by Cinders
Author's Note: Hey. Some of you may recall a character study exercise I posted called "link." This is her full story. Submitted along with my application to the Creative Writing emphasis for English.



She was in charge. She was always in charge. Kayla Clarke never settled for anything less. She turned to her friend Andy and told him, very simply, that she was to go first and he was to follow exactly what she did, because that was how the game was played. And if he couldn’t do everything that she could, then she won.

Kayla always won.

And this time was no exception as her strong, tiny hands...
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posted by harold
Introduction: This is the full text of a short play I wrote back in college (1990) that I uncovered recently. Having been written completely already, it has the advantage over most of my other articles in that it's complete already and so I can actually post it faster than many others. There are only two edits to what I wrote back then: I've given it a title (from the first sentence of stage directions), and I replaced the word "kosher" with "halal", as that's more apropos. I've left all the other errors in place, and all resemblance to people living or dead is purely coincidental.

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posted by greekthegeek
My 5th grade class files out of the buses. We are at the amusement park. I smell popcorn and hear country music. The air smells of joy and laughter. We soon gather into groups. My best friends and I in one group. We laugh and set off for the best ride in the park; Thunderation. Another group heads there with us. As we approach the ride we hear screaming of joy from the passengers going in the corkscrew. We proceed in the line. I look and see that my classmate, Sean, and I are partnered to be in the same cart. Sean and I smile as we start going. We start going faster and go through some drops....
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posted by johnsgirlalways
The room is dark it smells like gasoline. How did I get here? And where is here? Foot steps near, loud, and hard. It seems like they're pounding with my heart. Thump, stomp, thump, stomp! I'm so scared,whats going on? I hear a door slide open then a light comes on. I feel like I'm going blind. The foot steps are coming closer this man appears in front of me. He's old and grungy it looks like he works with grease cause hes covered in it. He smiles then he stops and stares at me. I want to scream but, I can't the taste of gas and dirt, fills my lungs. My mouths tied with something. He turns his attention to something behind him, he picks it up. He then turns around and shows it to me. It's a knife, the biggest knife I've ever seen. He puts it to my throat and in those mere seconds I knew I was going to die.
I hit the floor and I awake it was just a dream. Thank God, it was just a dream.
posted by blisslikethis
hello everyone! this is a collection of haikus i wrote for a creative writing class awhile ago that i've been thinking of reworking, so i thought i'd get some feedback. let me know what you think :)

on winter mornings
we wake to cold sharp scent of
freshly fallen snow

sunlight glints through trees
no heady summer breeze just
cool and crisp and clean

we dance through the white
(the mist parting like a veil)
snow stained with laughter

reaching for your warmth
i smile at you and wonder
how you smell in spring
posted by Cinders
Kayla

She was in charge. She was always in charge. Kayla Clarke never settled for anything less. She turned to her friend Andy and told him, very simply, that she was to go first and he was to follow exactly what she did, because that was how the game was played. And if he couldn’t do everything that she could, then she won.

Kayla always won.

Even now, her strong, tiny hands clutched ruthlessly at the vibrant red bars as she swung with ease across the lava pit below. The dream was so real, she could smell the bursting smoke bubbles. Hand over hand, she moved expertly across, like a dancer who...
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posted by Booyahboy
Ok, I just came up with this, so its quite unworked if you know what I mean. I figure, I should get it out there and off my chest before I change my mind about a thousand times and this way, your criticisms should (hopefully) help me to edit it. Also, I havent thought of a title, so if you can think of a suitible one I'd love to hear it. ok, be honest:

Hidden words drip
From tooth to tooth
Edging closer, closer.

Lips sealed shut. Trapped.
Minute gaps are found
Oozing through as water.

Rolling down chin,
Picking up pace,
Growing, Changing, evolve

It drops from brink.
Falling, speeding
Splash! and the ripples grow.
posted by Cinders
I need help with this short story. I'm thinking of turning it in for one of my projects for my short story class, but it needs heavy refining, and a better title. Can you guys help me out?



Drowning

It was 2:45 and the bartender slid Ryan’s sixth tequila shot in an hour across the bar.

“You sure you don’t want to slow down there, partner?” asked the bartender warily.

Ryan downed the shot and slammed the glass back down on the bar, staring at the ceiling as he swayed on the bar stool. But he nodded. “Yeah,” he said. “Yeah, I’m just gonna… sit here for a while.”

The tender shrugged...
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posted by Cinders
The Wall

Wilson gazed up at The Wall in front of him in awe. It seemed to stretch up for miles into the blue sky. Every day he sat there against that Wall with his inhaler hanging around his neck and his faithful golden retriever, Macaroni, panting loudly next to him. Sometimes he would stare at the sky and watch them float lazily and arrogantly over The Wall while Macaroni frolicked in the field and barked at butterflies. He would listen to the children, laughing and playing, and he would close his eyes really tight and wish for a way to join them.

Today was different, though. Today, he was...
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posted by greekthegeek
My Life

Eat
Sleep
Repeat
Don't feel
Don’t love
Those bring pain
Don’t feel, don’t love they say
Pain comes, and pain is feared
But I already feel pain



Love is Like a Butterfly

I heard a saying once.
That love is like a butterfly.
Hold it too close and you'll crush it.
Hold it too lose and it'll fly away.


I have lost my love this way.
If only I knew about it before.
But things happen for a reason.
That philosophy will never change.


My love is still out there.
So I will take my net and catch him.
Even if it takes,
One hundred years.



Empty

Can't Feel
Can't Love
Can't Cry
Can't Sing
Can't Speak
Can't Touch
When You've Been Hurt So Bad,
You don't feel at all.


Blackness

What eats away space?
What makes you think of pain?
What takes place of light?
What always takes place of fights?
What makes people cry?
What is a mark of death?
Dark I say.
Blackness