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I'm writing a book called "Weeping Willow" about a girl named Willow who experiences a traumatic moment in a treehouse built in, what else, a willow tree. I like double-meanings, if you couldn't gather that. :)

My deadline to finish it is the end of the summer,

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Circles: 4 of 18
Title: The CircleYou set my heart ablaze(I thought it was just a phase)Many months have since then passed(Oh this all just seems so crass)The fires had dwindled down(And I learned love was more than a noun)The glowing embers in my heart(Were not an ending, but another start)You stoked these flames with the focus of your eyes(... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Gloves: 3 of 9
When the tips of my fingers are blue and cold as iceand no amount of hot air will sufficeI reach to right hand side of the carand I find something quite bizzareNo gloves! I am afraid, and my fingers are still frozen yeta glove compartment without its name, my hope is quite beset More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Life: 613 of 1201
Title: SeaI can see people sitting on balconies playing cards.TVs blaring and blinking and I wonder what is on.What are they watching?What do they lull themselves to sleep with?I see colorful bursts of fireworks cracking against the sky.The bang of the powder delayed in time.It's all a minor speck against the expanse of the l... More..
Creative Writing > Novel Excerpts Novel excerpts: Family: 26 of 44
First Chapter in a Novella. "Meetings" Before my existence was even confirmed, I had been promised to a man. I am betrothed. Not to just any man, but a man I do not love. Set in stone to marry a man that I abhor with every inch of my young, romantic heart. Not even the fantasies of my playful mind could turn this brute into... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Abstract poems: 405 of 576
Listen to the musicthat swells in your souland never let anyone tellyou that it should be placedbeneath a bowl - for to be maskedis the greatest mistake thatany light could make. More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Sin: 107 of 142
Title: MourningI've ended a night again with suffering.My heart cannot be still.I've continued a cycle of stumbling andstepping out of Higher will.My body will not be pure,it cracks and breaks and bends.OH! what a cycle to endure,this endless falling again!My hands disobey my heart's command -they've betrayed me all this time... More..
Religion & Spirituality > Heaven, Hell & Afterlife Understanding the concept of eternity: 26 of 33
The room is dark and the only visible things I can make out are the numbers on the digital clock that read 12:09 a.m.. It has been two hours since my friend and I have been told to go to bed. At this point in our lives I am fourteen and she is twelve. It has been three years since then, and still we cannot wrap our minds arou... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Forbidden: 62 of 78
Forbidden fruit, begging me in.Should I remember breeding - or let nature win?My cheeks flush with the touch of your hand.I've waited so long, this could be no less than grand.Our kiss breaks like a firm, yet soft, peach,it tastes so good but it must be out of my reach.I realized this too late.Oh I fell so hard I thought deat... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Rivers: 42 of 47
RagingIn and out ofVarious paths destroying,Eroding, but creating something new to beRemembered More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Disillusioned youth: 19 of 20
I thought youth was a waiting roomfor the appointment of my future lifeI was so carefree, thinking nothing at allNow I'm filled with so much strifeMy skin has wrinkledMy hair has lost its glossNow I sit in my old ageand ponder my greatest loss More..