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I'm not really sure what I should write here as I haven't written a profile page properly since I was about 16 XD

I'm 19 now, which feels wierd to me as mostly I don't feel that different, it's mainly just the fact that I can go out and drink legally now

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Creative Writing > Novel Excerpts Novel excerpts: Dark fantasy: 15 of 133

As I lay there, on the cold stone floor, blood seeping from the wounds I had received in the fierce struggle with my opponent, I wondered at the way blood always seemed to be the brightest red. Life was seeping with the blood, and the edges of my vision were going a fuzzy grey. I had beaten him, but for what gain? I waste my...
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Children's bedtime stories: 6 of 50

The Three Kittens and the Lion Once there were three kittens, a black one named Whiskers, a brown stripy one named Tiger and a white one named Molly. One day they decided that they were bored. They were sat in the garden and although the sun was shining and the birds were singing they couldn't think of a thing to do. "I...
Creative Writing > Memoirs Memoirs: A kiss: 3 of 23

This is not the story of my first kiss, but rather the first real kiss of the boy I was in 'love' with at the time. We were at a friends house party and it was getting late- I hadn't really drank all that much as I felt I might need my wits about me: I'd asked the boy I'd been crushing on for a while to go and he'd actually ...
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Unrequited love: 7 of 50

It happens every Tuesday, I sit down in my science lesson filled with a mixture of apprehension and hope. I have to sit next to him. Don't get me wrong, he's one of my closest guy mates but I've been in love with him for the past 3 or so years on and off. Trouble is, he's as dense as anything! I know he doesn't know because ...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Humorous: 73 of 440

wife to hold and cherish forever you said, then wandered off with a bloke named Jed, took 12 years you said long enough, but he's fat and he's bald and probably a puff, it's hard to believe that we came that far, you left me with nothing, not even a car, you messed with my ego and then with my head, left me on my own for a b...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Longing: 106 of 397

the pain and the stress of an imagined carress that promised much more but delivered much less the unshed tears that never will fall the anguished shout that never will call to you my love you never will know I can't stay here, I best just go so deep in the past my future unwound, you crushed my heart with barely a sound I'v...
Creative Writing > Reflections Reflections: 10 things I hate about the world we live in: 105 of 230

While I know whining gets me nowhere I'm in the mood for a good whine and unfortunately you happen to be reading this so its directed at you: 1. I hate the fact that everyone is soo worried about global warming, I mean if your going to freak out about it do some research and you'll see its happened before, for example: Engla...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Unsaid good-byes: 8 of 16

Barely aware, breaking inside this close to crossing the great divide. I look back to see you, stood, eyes downcast. We both knew this could never last. You were too cold, too naive, too young and I, pitiful and grasping, thought you were the one to teach me to trust, to love, to live. This was more than you could give. So y...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Death: 382 of 633

Can you feel the breeze? Like a hand that touches the shoulder, Like a dress silky and soft, Like a child's touch, Like the feel of getting older, Cold it can't get much colder, Then a blanket of peace, You can lay at ease, as the light ebbs away, and darkness comes to play, Such is the breath... of death.
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Dark poems: 757 of 1148

Beneath a blood red sun, fur and teeth flew around, they would not stop 'til one was on the ground. Viciously they bit and tore, they would not part 'til one was at deaths door. They couldn't argue, they couldn't agree, it went too far as you can see, on that day they met their ends, they were my dearest friends...