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Writing is my life. I have always loved to write! The paper is my canvas and the pen is my brush. The only difference is in writing, my words and imagination paint my picture

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Creative Writing > Essays Essays: Pain in life: 2 of 19
The Aftershocks Caused by Anorexia. Anorexia from a friend's point of view Consider this- you're playing a simple card game with your friend, like Go Fish. She's down by a few pairs, therefore, she is loosing. You know she needs the card, but she doesn't ask for it. You start to inquire and question around. However, she still... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Endless love: 1 of 3
All I wonder is you.I wonder if it's worth it.I wonder if it's true.I wonder if I'll end up,Forever with you.I wonder if it'll rainI wonder if it'll dewI wonder if this is it,A seasonal change with you.I wonder if you'll take my handI wonder if you'll caress it deeplyI wonder if you'll squeeze it tightly,Say you'll never leav... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Dark Poems: 243 of 424
I desire, I desireCan you guess what I am? I desire, I desireWhat you have with in. I desire, I desireThe noon of the nightFor what I desireYou'll put up a good fight. I desire, I desireI'll drane you dryI desire, I desireAnd leave you out to dieI desire, I desireA really raw feastI desire, I desireYou can call me a beastI de... More..
Creative Writing > Novel Excerpts Novel excerpts: Horror: 44 of 75
"I'm going to teach you to hold that quick tongue of yours by cutting it off. When I am done meddling with your body, I will hang you by the very rope your father hung himself with!" The voice groaned, growing. His hollow, wet voice sent chills down my back that played red rover, a mere child's game.The demon's voice echoed t... More..
Arts & Humanities > Ancient & Biblical Languages Latin is not a dead language: 11 of 18
A language that sings a song for itself, something that flourished and rose from the Earth and was struck down like a great Oak tree getting hit by lightning- Latin. Is it really a dead language? I will leave that to the reader, of course, to decide. Although, Latin today isn't used as much as it has in the past, it most cert... More..
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Suspense: 133 of 205
There I was, just lying on my bed. The walls were splashed in herb Sage green. I have never been fond of this color in my bedroom. It just kind of came that way when I bought the house. My box spring and mattress are just lying on the floor as I lie on them. Still in the process of moving in, I'm using two un-opened boxes as ... More..
Society & Lifestyle > North American Culture A comparison of the northern and southern states in America: 9 of 13
A Band-Aid for a Broken World Culture changes in many ways and in many forms. Every time you move into a new home, get a new job, or make new friends, the culture around you changes. It depends on the person, or the people around you that make the culture a positive or negative experience.Keeping that in mind; moving from Law... More..
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Science fiction: 201 of 290
Date: Anywhere from 3142 to 3365. Time is now irrelevant. I fear that this might be one of my last journal entries. Not because of not being able to write in it, but because recourses are limited. Clothing, shelter, food, water, and more importantly pills. Medicine. Medical supplies. We, the Tokoni'cras (toe-ku-knock-ruzz), a... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Nightmares: 84 of 121
Fairy Tales and II live in a fairy tale where so manyDance around like Snow White.Dead, until they find that one true love,The one true kiss,The one true meaning.BibbityBobbityBooWandering around like the Three Blind Mice,Blind of emotion.Because he huffed and he puffedAnd he smoked my mind away.Away with hellish thoughts,A t... More..
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: A children's story for grown-ups: 30 of 37
A Tree's Whisper. Once upon a time, long, long ago. When the world was young and full of magic. When creatures roamed the earth and spirits were alive and well there was a youthful tree sprout just learning the wondrous ways of the world. Her Father, the great Oak of the Forest, taught her why the sky cried rain. "The sky rai... More..