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added by khfan12
added by khfan12
Hello,

My name is Morgan Brooke Smith, I'm a fiction writer, well I like to think of myself as that. I love to write, but not real things, fiction things, they can have some sort of realistic fortune behind them, but they arn't real. I'm a freshman in college. I have 2 brothers and 1 sister. So there's my background check. But here is what my stories are about.

There is 4 seasons, 4 elements, and plenty of other things that come in 4's. One of those are, The Flirty Four. They've been friends since they we're born, or at least that is their first memory.
Summer- She's about 5', blonde hair blue...
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posted by ggseason8
I'm tired of being your booty call, the one you call when no one cares. I'm tired of feeling the way I feel, so I'm going to take my self out of the game and watch from the sidelines, cause whats the point in playing the game if your gonna loose like I do. I'll always be here to cheer you on, I'll even shed tear just because your gone. Inside I'm hurting and I know you are too, I'm sorry it had to end this way, but maybe in another life we could play the same game and win everytime, but for now all I'm going to say is bye, I'll see you next time.


HELP!! I don't know what to classify this as, a song or a poem!!
posted by niceapril
Two months had passed and already, I was starting to see the other side of Bradley. He had proposed to me on my 26th birthday in a posh restaurant in Swindon. After talking to him on a dating site and meeting him at the London Eye, I fell in love with him instantly. We loved the same things. Emmerdale, Chris Brown and garlic bread. All that was going through my head was "This is fate!"
And things went well for a while after the wedding and the honeymoon, but then he stopped being himself or he was starting to be himself.
"ANDREA! Get in here, now!" I heard Bradley shout of me. I scurried into...
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posted by Edward901
Kyra awoke to a loud bang at the door. She grabbed a hair tie right beside her bed. While she struggled to put her thick knotted hair into a bun there was another knock.
“ I’m coming!”
When she opened the door, her best friend Marie stood glaring at Phoenix, a new addition to her wide-and to some unbearable-group of friends. Phoenix stood with her hand in a fist towards Marie ready to swing at any time.
    “One question Kyra, why is she here!” Marie asked pointing to Phoenix.
    “I should ask you the same thing twinkle toes!” Phoenix retorted....
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posted by Edward901
The huntress ran hurriedly into the shadows under the moonlight in the country Andrexa, fearful the king might have seen her with the prince again. After all, he was engaged to another woman. Lost in her thoughts, she didn’t hear someone behind her.
    “Kyra.”
    Kyra turned around stealthily, her long, black hair never leaving her shoulders. As she turned, she grabbed her bow from her shoulder and an arrow from her quiver in an easy, practiced motion.
Once her arrow was fitted to her bow, Kyra spun around so fast that her hair slapped her face...
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posted by WritersMelody
She signed the note and placed it on her pillow. Everything was in order at last. Her room was cleaner than it had been in years. She had subtly said her good-byes and she had written the obligatory note explaining her actions. The girl smiled sadly as she glanced around the room, her eyes coming to rest on the teddy bear that had slept by her side when she was younger.

Memories of happier days flooded her mind. Tears filled her eyes as scenes starring a radiant, untainted, younger version of herself played in her head. All that was gone now. The little girl her parents had been so proud of,...
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posted by Edward901
There she stood with her fallen husband's sword in her hand. Her eyes blazed as she swung at the men, her heart only in the fight. She watched it, the death of her husband, she heard the the man that took his last breath away from him shout proudly, “Men! The general is dead!”
Ha! He'd be dead before too long. He'd feel the pain of the general's children, he's see the anger of General Martin's widow! No longer would that man walk with pride, no longer would he laugh with his friends. He'd be as still as Martin, forever in an unpeaceful sleep that he made for himself by the shed blood of...
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posted by Cinders
Maybe It's Me

time is time is time is
it me?
i met
an item
far off in space
but it was not alien
not to me

mite i--
i mean, might i
maybe ask a question?
mite i--
i mean, might i
maybe it's me

is
it me?

i once met a baby minute
who grew into an hour
and before i knew it
it was a century

mite i--
i mean, might i
maybe ask a question?

ever stop and wonder
whether time created us
or we created time?

A Pirate's Life For Me

So I got good grades
And I went to college
Thought of finding a nice guy
And settling down
And getting a job to pay the bills
So I conformed

But what I really want
Is to win the lottery
And move to Florida where...
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posted by Edward901
here's another thing that i'm writing. it's not much and i might just keep it, but you never know where imagination takes you.


The Start Has Ended, The End Has Only Started
    I'm not too sure how it felt. One minute I was in pain, and the next I was floating. The heart monitor stopped except for the beep that told them my heart had stopped. Nurses ran into my room, my mom started crying on Dad's shoulder. One nurse tried to comfort my parents, for the last three days I'd had many close calls.
     None of it really mattered to me, I was free! Free from...
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I am sorry if this comes off as rude, arrogant, or snobbish in anyway, but I feel it needs to be said, and as a writer, as a linguaphile, I feel it is my duty to say it.

I have compiled a list of things that I am tired of seeing in writers of any kind, but particularly young writers. It is not aimed or directed at any one person, so no one should be offended. It is also not aimed at solely the Fanpop community, but all those on the Interwebs who take up the pen (or in this day and age, the keyboard). It is a sweeping generalization, but if you feel you are guilty of one or all of the following...
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posted by fanpire101
i have always been good at writing, its my natural strength and my teachers had praised me for it, but one type of writing i had never thought much about was poetry, it was "boring" then alittle over a year ago my local library had a poetry contest for teens and i decided to enter....didn't win, but that first sparked my love of writing poetry. i cannot just sit down at a random moment and start writing, if i do wat i produce is boring and dry, i can only write when i currently have a strong emotion about something, for example i often write after i have listened to music, watched movies, or...
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posted by mmmtasty
I found this in some old files on my computer. I think I wrote it about two or three years ago. Hell I'm bored so I thought I'd just post it and see what anyone thinks...

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Back home, big burly men that look like lumberjacks are not allowed inside my fathers house, hell they aren’t allowed near me. But as I sat there in the beat up, rusty pickup truck- which I think might have been a shade of blue at one point-I couldn’t help liking the overly large man who was giving Wicca and I a ride. He’d been the only person at a small diner that had had a trailer with him. And, even though...
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posted by musiclover57
Chapter One

Realization










    I lay there waiting for the realization to kick in. I thought, this can't be happing, at least not to me. I had always been a self centered person, never , even in preschool would I share my toys. I always got my way no matter what, because my parents had such great connections. But thats over now, they're dead.

     I am waiting for my friend, Maria to come pick me up. I think I will crash at her place for a while, till I figure out what is going to happen to me. I bet you didn't know this but she has the cutest older brother,...
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posted by Edward901
I look at the ride that I'm supposed to be on, all the twisting, winding loops that Kasey wants me to go on. I don't want to, but she pulls me. Knowing full well that she's stronger than I am by a million to one. So I go, ready for the ride of my life.
It's not that scary, I'd been on worse. Still, to look at the monster that is called Chang, I can't believe it is really going to happen, that I am going to ride it.
We step on the ride, buckle up, the people walk down the rows making sure that everyone's safe. We are, so the man presses the button and the ride starts.
Kasey looks at me as we...
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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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