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I'm currently a full time college student at a local community college, however, I am still unsure what I want to study. I would love to just be able to write for the rest of my life, but thats a difficult area to accomplish in. I've also been thinking about

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Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Police: 4 of 22

It Went Down Like This I was performing my usual duties, file the records of the accused, sign people in, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah. The usual boring things I have to do everyday. But I would never quit my job, no. On the contrary, I love to work here everyday. By now you're probably wondering where in the world could I p...
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Horror: 118 of 208

198 Wilson Street She looked at the paper once more. 198 Wilson Street. She looked back at the road again and started to look for number 198. The road she was driving down was surrounded by trees; the shadows of their branches, made by the sun, were cast all over the road and the blue hood of her Honda. She drove on for anot...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: The ocean: 148 of 201

I am the ocean, Deeper than you can see, At times abused from pollution. As the terrible storms approach, I crash and thrash, with anger and hurt, And calm once more as I make amends.
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Insanity: 80 of 102

My Little Bronze Friend Ever since I was about seven, my parents have been sending me to this odd place. It's all white, sterile, and full of crazy people. I don't think they sent me here for a legitimate reason. I mean, everyone talks to Abe Lincoln on the penny, don't they? It's not that unusual. Oh well, I'm not too upset...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: False reality: 40 of 48

The sun is beating on my back, The wind is peacefully Providing a welcoming relief, The sky as blue as the ocean. Tired of my home, So normal and plain, I long for another place, To make my domain. Only about a few yards away, I witness the perfect scene, A cute little windowsill, To make my own. In hopes of a visitor, I loo...
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Falling in love: 120 of 135

Complete Coming out of the theater, I sighted her yet again, standing by the fifth pillar on the right, dressed in mink. Her black chiffon dress came to the floor, her toes barely visible beneath the hem, her head turned away from me. In her simple light brown hair she wore a single peacock feather, vibrant with colors of bl...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Life's casualties: 36 of 40

It's sad. I know its sadness as I look at names. I know the family's pain, For those lost in the war. I know, Because my Grandfather, My father, And my brother, Died in the Vietnam War. So I know their sadness, And I know yours. So we can cry together and wonder, If the people who didn't lose a family member or a friend, Are...
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Suspense: 180 of 188

In the distance a phone rings. Slowly coming back to reality, she groans and rolls over to grab the receiver. "She's sleeping. Go away." "Wake up! It's ten o'clock already. You aren't a teenager anymore; you can't do this forever," Rachel's voice laughed into the phone. "Shut up, yes I can. What do you want?" She started to ...