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well......i just signed up on the 11th of November. im 13 and am planning to be a writer when i grow up. i am a reading freak. my friend Crisandra told me about this and has a short story in the top 5 under my first love.......well i cant think of anything

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Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Sanity: 4 of 21

No one is truly sane. We all have an area in our minds that is host to the grisly madness. It is always there, but not always noticed. Some people call upon it, to keep them safe from the horrors of the world. Others cringe, afraid of losing themselves in the blackness. It can be your sanctuary or your curse. Some are thrown...
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Dreams: 47 of 176

I stare out at the calm water of the lake. The trees are dark and ominous, yet they promise me peace. The fog covers the ground like a soft white blanket. I'm dreaming. I created this place. I gave life to the trees. The dark, rich soil was ground from my being. The lake was created from my unshed tears. When i dream of this...
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: End of the world: 73 of 94

Lights blazed outside the window. Nora gaped, amazed. She did not understand what it meant. Gavin took one look and screamed, "Turn out the light! Turn out the lights now!" Nora pushed him back and yelled, "Stay back and well be OK!" Outside, people were running around frantically, trying to get away from the planes towering...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Ancient cities: 75 of 94

Take me to the gardens, Lead me through the maze That i call home. Hide away, you and I, Don't make a sound. Your in my thoughts, What can you see? Only you. Take me to the sea, Do you hear it sing? It's weaving your melody Around my heart. Your in my soul, What is it calling? Your name. Take me to the mountains, Let the win...
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Getting lost: 22 of 23

Lost The tired, starving group slowly inched their way through the snow. As the temperature dropped, Brent stopped and fell forward. "I'm not going any farther until we stop walking in circles," said Brent grudgingly. "We are not walking in circles you great oaf," Suzie shot back. "Yeah? Then whose footprints are those over ...
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Suicide: 133 of 134

I stare out my window at the glowing moon, surrounded by the haunting blackness of the sky. The knife feels cold against my wrist, its the only anchor for my sanity in the world. I could end it right now, all of my pain and misery. I'm an outcast. No one understands me. I live in a world that demands perfection, but i cannot...