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I woke up that morning exhausted and numb. I had no idea where I was, and for a split second I panicked. Then, like floodgates opening, it all came back. The hurt, the tears, the anger; my newest scar. Suddenly I had an idea. What if this was all just a terrible nightmare? What if Lyn was waiting for me in the kitchen like always? I hurried out of bad, pausing to only make sure I was decent for my cousins. I stepped out of the room onto the cold tile. The house had an eerie morning silence, so with every step I took I hesitated. I hadn't prayed in a long time but I did then. "Please, pretty...
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posted by Emoshinell
Here is a poem I wrote about the boy I love. It doesn't rhyme but it doesn't have to to be a poem. Send or comment feedback.
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To me, Will is more than a name. This is what it means to me:

W is for the softest whisper in the sweetest breeze of spring.

I is for the icy chill that goes down my spine when you spare me a small glance my way.

L is for the look my penetrating eyes give you when you turn away from me; when I want most for you to stay close to me.

And L is for the unconditional and irrevocable and irrational love I feel for your soul.

Without you, my heart is silent. You arethe only one who has touched my heart and it will always be yours. You are my only love. I've left my heart with you; look over it closely. It's your only responsibilty. Protect it from all harm. You are the only one who who ever has and ever will touch my soul. And it too is yours.
posted by gossipgirlxoxo
“Hey” Ethan greeted me and nodded and smiled as much as I didn’t want to get into the whole boy next door thing, he had a hot body that you could see through his tight shirt, and his brown hair matched his dark brown eyes. “Hey, where’s Thor?” I asked as I walked across the kitchen floor and sat myself down across from him his dark brown eye’s still no me. “Getting ready, we’re going to a club tonight” he said, still eating his banana and watching me.”It’s 4 o’clock” I said raising my eye brow. We’re going somewhere else first, I would tell you but I’m afraid...
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posted by Spotty_Vision21
This book is a vampire novel. Simple fact is I disliked Twilight so much I decided to write a half-decent vampire novel. So here is chapter 1
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Eve looked back at her wings. They were magnificent, pure white and shining. They stretched out about 20 feet. Grinning, she gave herself a running start and launched into the air. Momentarily just enjoying the rush, she opened her eyes and gasped. Everything looked so small! The river gracefully curved on for miles. Letting out a small giggle Eve dived. Now she could make out a few faces. Her mother, Janet, waved from the library where she worked....
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posted by rcostelloe
Coinage of Commitment
Coinage of Commitment
I suppose every writer faces the dilemma of criticism. Sure, some suggestions are instantly convincing or exactly what you thought you'd hear. But others create a quandary, like a double-edged sword. Should you accept the criticism, make changes in your work or your style, or stick with your own judgment, the one you started with? Either way, you could be wrong, and it may take years before you know the answer. In some cases, there may be highlights in an author's ambition level, or sense of destination, that make the decision particularly challenging.

For instance, in my own case, I wanted...
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