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This box is the bane of my existence. I can never seem to fill it full of witty and spontaneous comments about myself. One way or the other I come out sounding dull or pretentious. Cue my dramatic sigh.

I'm not even doing my exams yet and I feel like my life

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Creative Writing > Reflections Reflections: The future: 1 of 22

Talk to me when I'm thirty-five. At the fresh age of sixteen my future is not the indistinct blur of the uncertain adolescent, but rather is crystal clear and sharp in focus. From where I stand now, at the vantage point of youth, my future is volatile, but always distinct. But maybe I'm not making myself clear. I'll just wal...
Creative Writing > Novel Excerpts Novel excerpts: Loss of innocence: 13 of 36

I wince as I watch my fathers body slam drunkly into the bedroom wall. My eyes fill with tears as the plasterboard cracks and blood trickles down his face where his cheek caught a torn edge. I know that I shouldn't move. Shouldn't reveal to the two silhouettes fighting in front of me my hiding place. But something moves my b...
Creative Writing > Reflections Reflections: What would you do for money: 10 of 25

What would I do? More apt to ask what wouldn't I do. I pride myself on being a person of high moral standard and integrity, though I can't say that you will agree with me after you read this article. In all I honesty I will do what I feel is acceptable, and what I comfortable with. I love to clean. I cannot describe to you t...
Creative Writing > Satire Satire: Culture: 25 of 43

Cruising down the biggest-yet minuscule-highway my city has to offer, going well over sixty to the horror of many other motorists, screaming the lyrics to yet another lyrical 'epiphany' from some typical black-boy-rapper. I'm riding with a middle class, white ass, good for nothing, guy. This guy is my best friend's brother a...
Creative Writing > Reflections Reflections: People in our lives: 32 of 42

I am asked to describe. It is required of me to describe. All I can do is create. Under the velvet of my mind he takes shape. First what I could only describe as tufts of hair, intermittently soft and with a fierce quality to the fine hairs, like those of a brush. The tight curls at the nape of his neck don't quite cover the...
Creative Writing > Essays Essays: Addiction: 23 of 25

A friend as an addiction. You could lose someone to addiction. You could be the one that is lost into an addiction. Or you could be the addiction. I'm not talking about love. Or lust. It's all fairy tales. Addiction is simple. With subtle differences from obsession. You don't choose to be addicted. It's all so natural. The p...