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I am a very hard working student, I am in 9th grade this year, I have strong ambitions, and I hope to become a real author someday. My main focus in writing is fiction stories, I have written a few, and I'm in the process of writing one right now. I also enjoy

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Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Finding love: 11 of 173

When I first noticed him, I got scared. He was tall and lean, with light brown hair, and dark blue eyes. He scowled when I pasted him by. I turned away quickly and walked faster. My first day of the eleventh grade and already I had an enemy. Why did it always have to be this way? If only my parents found us a place, one I cou... More..
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Romance: 12 of 188

For as long as she can remember Kate tried to avoid relationships. Love was not for her. She lived for her job, not for "fun". She was a serious person. She didn't need anyone messing up her orderly apartment, her careful plans, prearranged at least a month early...She especially didn't need anyone to mess up her organized li... More..
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short Stories: The first kiss: 3 of 29

I always knew it would happen - my first kiss. And i dreaded it! What if the boy who kissed me had just eaten jalapeno peppers? My mouth would catch on fire! Or garlic? The stench would kill any and all romance involved. Or what if he accidentally bit me? Or put his tong in my mouth? Or what if, and this terrified me the most... More..
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Murder in the city: 6 of 44

When it feels as if your life depends on it, as if without a certain action you'd be robbed of pleasure for the rest of your existence, you rarely hesitate. So I didn't. I had that urge. The urge to save myself from that savage desire. That's why I killed him. My husband. Why would people try to take other people's lives awa... More..
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Relationships: 35 of 195

The light pouring into the room through the floor-length windows told me it was morning. I smoothed my hands over the bed sheets. I hadn't closed my eyes once during the night. I couldn't. I kept waiting for him.He never came.I got up, skilfully slipping out of my nightgown and into my bathrobe. Making my way to the shower I ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Relationships: 81 of 451
One moment he was there,The next one he was gone,He stole all of my laughter,Took away my sun.He simply disappeared,He simply went away,He left me cold behind him,And I'm alone today.And then I felt a spark-I was in love again,On an ordinary day,In an ordinary park.My hopes returned,My dreams came true,My heart no longer burn... More..
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: The people you meet on buses, subways, and trains: 5 of 25

Sullenly I walked to my ugly yellow sorry-excuse of a school bus."Watch your step!" the bus driver barked as I tripped on my way in. I forced a smile in his direction then hurried on to my seat. Number 13, considered unlucky and avoided by all, the seat was right in the middle of the bus, away from the stench of the engine in... More..
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Love: 31 of 152

They stood in silence at the doorstep to her house. Even birds seemed to know better than to chirp on that dreadful day.He studied her face, full of distress, and nearly drowned in her gray eyes. She looked down and her expression grew bitter, her lips curling in a scowl. She frowned and again her expression changed, becoming... More..
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: He was a poet: 5 of 23

I wasn't good with words. I could talk, but I tried to avoid it. I could write, very elaborately actually, but only when I had to. I usually made a fool of myself whenever I opened my mouth, so I went to places with enough people talking to not notice my solemness.And that's how we met. In a crowded bar, with constant buzzing... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: On love: 314 of 1269
You say you love the rain,But when it pours you use an umbrella...You say you love the wind,But with the slightest breeze you hide inside your home...You say you love the sun shine,But when it's sunny you seek shade...You say that you love me...How could I ever trust you? More..