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Would you ask a writer about what their writing means? First, hear (or read) what I have to say. If you ask a poet what their work is about, what sorts of questions do you think they hear all the time? 'Whats this mean? What's this about?' The artists get sick of it. Writing is a form of art. Art is meant to be not the same for everyone. Most artists want their work to be left to the viewers interpretation. Quoth one of my favourite writers:
"Does it mean this, does it mean that, that's all anybody wants to know. Fuck them darling. I say what any decent poet would say if you dared ask him to analyze his work: If you see it, dear, then it's there." - Freddie Mercury.
Artists need their privacy. They'd rather not get asked questions they've answered hundreds of times, or questions they don't wish to answer. There's sometimes a hidden meaning to a piece, but it's not always something they'd like to share. Maybe they fear of criticism, maybe they're embarrassed, maybe they won't tell you just to keep you guessing or for fun. Maybe the meaning is way too personal. Maybe the piece was right out of their imagination, or has no meaning. There could be other reasons too. But if an artist doesn't want to tell you the piece is about, don't pester them. Art is art, and it's meant to be enjoyed. Sometimes not knowing is part of the fun. It's mysterious, which the artist just might've wanted it to be. You can have any theory about a piece, and that's your interpretation.

Written in honour of Freddie Mercury and all other artists.
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posted by alicia386
(I hate it when stories are not in paragraph form but I don't have time to change mine and out it in paragraph form. Bear with me until the summer)

Chapter One The Last One Standing
I stared at the glorious sun shining through the thick glass windows. Why did I have to be caged inside of this place while my friends were enjoying their summers? Johnny boasted all about how his parents were taking him all of the way to India. I have never been to India. Marcus, my other best friend, said he was going to spend most of his summers staying inside relaxing. What am I doing? I am stuck here. Apparently,...
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This one's from Lisa PoV
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During hall time, I saw Zoë and Ash sitting on the steps together. Ash had his head on Zoë’s shoulder. Zoë had wrapped her arms around his neck and was stroking his hair, whispering to him. She looked up when I came over.
    “Is he okay?” I whispered.
    “He’ll be alright,” she said.
    “What’s wrong?”
    She shook her head. “He won’t tell me. He doesn’t want to go home, though. Like,...
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Okay, I changed Wesley from being homosexual to being pansexual. Just so you guys know.
Also, this chapter's from Zoë's point of view.

We had a substitute teacher. They’re the only ones who ever bother with the roll call. The other teachers do it for the first three days of school and then just give up on it.
    The substitute was one of those grumpy old ladies with the white hair and thin glasses that she wore on the end of her nose. She introduced herself as Ms. Norman. She pronounced it Mizzzzzz, drawing out the Z so she sounded like a bumble bee.
    She...
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Ryker

“Ryker Fargo, please report to the office; Ryker Fargo.”
    Um, no, I won’t report to the office. It’s stupid that they call you on the loudspeakers to the office. Sound can’t make me go.
    I was in the library. Hiding, really, so I wouldn’t have to go. What if someone had figured out that I was the smoker?
    I was searching through the library. No sign of Ms. Levitt. Maybe she wasn’t here today. I pulled a cigarette from my pocket and lit it, took a drag.
    I heard the door opening. I snuffed...
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posted by MissCarolyn143
Author's Note: Sorry I took so long with this chapter!
I was just so busy!
And as usual please comment it you loved it or if you found something wrong with it,cause I really want to improve my writing!
Lynn ❤

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Part Three:
In front of her was a sleeping girl hung by manacles from her wrists,she was on her knees head tilted downwards causing a mane of Jet Black hair to cover her face,and extending along both her arms were X shaped scars still oozing blood she wore what looked like a white sheet that covered her chest to just...
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Ryker's point of view.
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I couldn’t go home. I just couldn’t make myself. I knew Sami was there, waiting, but I was worried if I got beat one more time, it would kill me. Then who would take care of Sami?
    I leaned against a large building and thought. Should I at least go tell her where I was? But then He might catch me. I decided that I wouldn’t go today. That would make sure that I was alive to take care of her. Anyway, I needed to sell what was in my backpack.
    I...
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This chapter's from Ryker's point of view.
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I left school early. I did every Wednesday (which it was). I had business to do with someone, and they weren’t patient.
    I walked home. Do that every day. Mostly ‘cause I don’t want anyone to see where I live.
    It’s a pretty rough place. Gotta watch your back, or you’re gonna get a bullet in it.
    I walked into a short alleyway. I was in the rough parts now. I listened to make sure no one was there. When...
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posted by Gryffindork99
(Sorry for the delay, guys. I hope the next installment won't take quite as long. I'm not sure if it will be flabaloobalah or me posting. Hope you guys enjoy!)

I woke with a start at the deafening sound of my alarm clock screaming in my ear like a possessed bee. I squinted and checked the time--5:30--and rubbed my eyes. Why was it so early? Then I remembered: I had to work on my school project. I groaned and reluctantly threw myself out of my super-warm, super-comfy bed into the cold, pitch-blackness of my bedroom. Drunk with sleepiness, I stumbled over to my desk and fell into the chair. I...
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posted by IlovePatch97
hey, so its been a really long time since I've posted anything on here so i needed something to get me started again. I've been reading Pourquoi tales, so stories explaining how something came to be. I wanted to write my own so mines about the Rose. I hope you like it. If you do please comment :)
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"Arissa why do you look sad? Are you displeased with our new now?" Asked Christophe as he watched his wife approach there flower garden.
"Our home is lovely, there is so much space to roam and the garden is beautiful" she replied.
"Then why so sad?" Christophe asked...
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Chapter 1: Where am I?

A massive army stood at the bottom of an active volcano. Alice, restrained by 2 soldiers, looked around feverishly. In piles were mauled, broken figures, all lying in growing pools of blood, dead from the recently fought battle. She looked up, towards the edge of the burning volcano, her eyes fixed on the teen standing next to a dark, hooded figure. "Felix! Felix!" she cried out. But he refused to respond, his face emotionless. She struggled to free herself, but without success. As Felix was pushed into the boiling pit by the hooded person, he did not say a word.

"FELIX!!!"...
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Chapter 15
Sleeping in
    I yawned as I raised my head from the security of my lovely pillow, expecting the lovely outputting colors of my bed room I was surprised to see creepy bright white paint on the walls, with no pictures whatsoever.
    I jerked up from my position and noticed I was on one of those things in the doctors office the kid gets to sit on for whether it was for a check-up or sickness, I quickly calmed down when I realized I was in the nurse’s office, our lovely nurse was on her computer typing, and I noticed a familiar pretty girl sleeping...
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posted by alicia386
I made these collages a while ago and i have got to share them with you.




















































For some odd reason this things wont let me post it unless my article is longer so i am trying to make it longer. Just wasting space here. I understand





































Will Bella ever stop loving Edward? Will Peeta ever cheat on Katniss? These questions and more will be answered after these messages.

































K-Stew and Rob are OVER. Well, she did cheat on him with a MARRIED MAN WHO HAS KIDS.
posted by Problematic129
~Genre: Fiction, mystery and fantasy :) Sorry for the mishap, fixed it!~
Chapter 34
        A way of escape
    Though I wanted to scream and fight, it was of no use, if we really were far away I’d just be making useless noises. Jess had taken everything out of my pockets, my phone, money, all that stuff. But she was merciful enough to give me entertainment, a tv stood on the far corner of the basement, it was on the news channel, and I kept it there for a daily update.
    It was worse than I thought.
    Mom’s...
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posted by Problematic129
    ~Genre: Fiction, mystery and fantasy :)~
Chapter 30
    Confusing sensations
    As soon as those words were uttered the world became weird. I felt weird, light headed, like I was flying or something. I could hear screaming and shouts, they were so loud, and yet I couldn’t hear what they were saying.
    My eyes felt to heavy to open, and my head started to hurt just the faintest. Even though it felt like seconds when this weird sensation hit, I knew it was only minutes.
    I could distinctly...
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