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TeeMarie15 I am a writer!! Cool pic!

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Inspiring image

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Calling All Writers! *WRITING CONTEST*

posted by cute20k

Calling all writers!
Are u an artist with your words? Do u like to write? I know I do. "So u Think u Can Write" is a contest for people who would answer the same as me.

Basic Rules & Guidelines
1. Your entry MUST be toegevoegd to this spot as an article. If it is entered in any other section it will NOT be accepted.

2. Your entry MUST be original/written door you. If anybody helped you, please credit them.

3. Your entry must be properly key-worded and titled.
a. A proper title: "[username here]'s SYTYCW Entry - [season and year] - [category/type of literature]"
ex. If I entered a poem,...

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The madness of Alice

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Writing

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Today's your last dag - Poem

posted by emmett

If someone told you...
Life's like a rollercoaster,
Don't waste the ride.
Live it up all the way,
because today's your last day
What would u do?

Would u cry a little, scream a little, think it's all pretend.
of go into silence until the very end...
Would u love the ones u hate the most of be the person u hide?
Would u pretend that you're ok but really scream inside?

Would u try and keep the sun from setting as your last dag ends?
Knowing you'll never see it rise...
Tomorrow I'll be somewhere else u say as u close your eyes.

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Sleep Deprivation Exercise

posted by Cinders

Exercise: Sleep Deprivation: 4:00AM Tuesday October 7, 2008*

The black spiders of mania are crawling over my brain, searching for a plump place to sink their pincers into. It’s been four days. I haven’t left the house for anything, not even a tuna sandwich. The space in my bed is empty, indented, as if something used to rest there, but I’m beginning to forget meer and meer what that may have been. Maybe it was a coffin, its contents shaken, risen, defeated, dazed, meandering around with its arms stretched out and a dull expression on its face as it mutters something indecipherable that...

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The voices

posted by t_direction

So, this is a kind of short story that I wrote one evening when I was just bored out of my mind. Please tell your opinion, feel free to criticize, it is much appreciated =)
Thanks ^_^

The voices buzzed inside my head, making me feel dizzy. I couldn't help but hold onto the bed post for support. In a state of exhaustion, I collapsed on the bed with a sigh. The voices never let me sleep. They were like many people were talking all at once, screaming all at once.

Madness, rage, worry, sadness were the emotions that those voices gave off. I couldn't understand a word of what the people were saying,...

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Writing

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who am I?

posted by madening_mahem

who am I ?
what can I do?
I'm self-centered, self-induldged, self-absorbed, hateful, short-tepered, implusive, in a complete state of denial, confused and lonely, yet I don't try to think.
a creature of the night
a princess of darkness
I long for light
colors
but all is midnight
and my only companions are the moon and the darkness
thought it comforts me when no one can
I wish to be out of darkness for once
to be clear, understood, unquestioned, and loved.
but who am I to ask for this?
who am I to want this?
is that what makes me human?
why?
all I want to know is why?

Dragon Soul Part 3

posted by dragonwriter

After changing back I saw the remains of that man. It was enough to make me sick. I just fell to my knees looking up at the sky. A girl walks up beside me and kneels down. "Don't look so down." I go to look at her and no one is there. I look back up at the sky waiting to hear that voice again. There wasn't any sound anywhere around. Out of the silence i could hear a faint breath from the night behind me. I verplaats to the right when i hear the shot.

It grazes the side of my head and i fall to the ground. I hear footsteps running towards me as my eyes slowly close.

Change

posted by Fyrwenn

Change

The way I feel has changed
When we met I was a fool, thought
You weren’t gonna treat me like a tool
I tell myself that I care ‘bout you
But deep inside I know we’re through.

Change is never easy
But what am I supposed to do?
I can’t sit around, cry and wait for you,

I guess we were too naive
Believing it would work
Why didn’t I see,
that u were such a jerk?

Change is never easy
But what am I supposed to do?
I can’t sit around, cry and wait for you

In the future we might get another chance
Maybe, it was just a short romance
Then what I’m feeling is really wrong
I felt I had to write this...

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Swing, Batter, Batter, schommel, schommel, swing

posted by disneyworld007

Swing, Batter, Batter, Swing!
Putting my weight on my right foot, the foot closest to the catcher. Leaning back re-gripping my bat. I watched as that black haired pitcher powered up her pitch, rocking back and forth on her heals, taking in her handschoen now to her side and starting the wind-up. 'This is it,' I thought to myself, now taking the best grip on my bat, 2 balls and 2 strikes have passed door this plate and I am not letting this pitcher strike me out, of walk me! I got ready the ball was realeased, and I heard the 'ump' say "Ball Outside".
I stepped out of the batters box, and took a couple...

Yaouta Kamakami, pilot.

posted by samuraibond005

Yaouta lived on a farm in Missouri, he had only recently graduated high school, had a pilot's license, and even a couple of airplanes used in war. He had an old A6M zero that belonged to his rich father, grandfather, and his great grandfather before him. His father was assassinated door a rival corporation (His father owned a wealthy publishing corporation) and the corporation decided to target his family afterward. 5 black cars pulled up in his front yard, though the yard was big enough to hold just about 10 times as much. Yaouta's younger brother, who was 15 at the time, walked out to greet...

Stay and Run Chapter 1

posted by Me_Iz_Here

A/N: I've gotten a few titel suggestions, but for now I'm just gonna keep it to Stay and Run. And this chapter has a lot of unnecessary details and unrelated dialogue, the first few chapters will, I just wanted to get the general idea of the girls' life.
Prologue: link

1: An Average dag in Spencer’s Life

Spencer sat at her desk. Tomorrow was her twenty-second birthday. The first of the girls’ birthdays with ster missing. Spencer had been sad ever since she disappeared. ster was one of her best friends. And after losing three when they were recruits, she couldn’t take it.

There was a lot...

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A short moment

posted by coolie

Step, creak, step, creak! the floor boards speak to me as I slowly tremble on its hard, splintery wood. Each step feels so daring. I feel danger crawling up my dangling spine. Thump, thump, my hart-, hart tries to refuse to my wishes of moving forward. Nothing has happened so far.
I carefully make my way towards the forbidden wooden chair. Creeeeeeek! goes the zitplaats, stoel as I lower my self to its level and sit on it. SHHHHHHHH!
“What was that?” I whisper to my self with my eyes wide open. I slowly start to climb the fence to view the streets of emptiness and quietness. My hart-, hart starts to beat even louder. Thump, thump. I slowly turn my anxious head to look. But it was only a car passing door my house.

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The Room. A short story.

posted by wierdgem7

I felt the tape on my mouth and the long rope that was binding me to the chair. The Room was so black, I couldn't see. I recalled how I had got there. The new family volgende door invited me to their housewarming party. So I went. Then, as I was going home, some-one grabbed me. A rough hand covered my mouth, so I couldn't scream. All I saw of my kidnapper was a pair of shocking green eyes. I was thrown into the back of a white busje, van and tied up. I was there for only five minutes, but time slowed down and took five hours.Why did anyone want to kidnap me? I had done nothing wrong. The busje, van doors opened,...

Getting door Ch. 4

posted by para-scence

My breaths were trapped in the back of my throat. I was afraid to breathe, because they'd probably come out as screams. The barrel of the gun pressed harder into my head, probably leaving a mark.

"Give me your money," the voice said. I tried to speak, but I couldn't. A couple moments later he took his hand away from my mouth so I could speak.

"I-- I-- I-- don't ha-- a-- ave an-- n-- n--y," I said, my voice shaking so much it took him a while to tell what I was saying. Then he laughed darkly.

"Well, that sucks for you." I felt the gun verplaats a little, as he put his finger on the trigger. I took a...

Unknown: Chapter 2

posted by flabaloobalah

I stare at the screen with my mouth hanging wide open in shock and horror. The caption reads: SIXTEEN jaar OLD BOY BRUTALLY MURDERED IN LOS ANGELES
The anchorwoman says, "Late last night in Los Angeles, California, sixteen jaar old Wyatt Starmount was killed. The identity of his murderer is unclear, but authorities say he's hispanic, six feet tall, and was last seen wearing a gray hoodie.
Now here's a video of Wyatt's death. Due to the graphic nature of this video, viewer discretion is advised." the lady informs me.
The video starts. The boy I realize is Wyatt is walking down the street. Sure...

Modern dag Princess Ch. 10

posted by para-scence

I was torn. On one hand, I really liked Foster. But, I wasn't sure if he really liked me back. He completely cut me off at school, but acted like he was totally in love with me when we were alone. It was strange. I could usually read people really well, but Foster left me speechless, and I had no clue what to think.

"Do u whatever u feel is right," Grandma said. That did not help. I had no idea what was "right." And honestly, I wasn't sure there was a right and wrong in this situation. I wasn't so sure about asking Echo. She still hated Foster no matter what.

Echo came over one dag after...