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    Excerpt from Haunted By Yesterday:A Memoir-My

    hair was longer now. Too long,straighter and shinier. In the course of a few months,it had grown down past my shoulders,which grew more pronounce with the equally rapid loss of my once abundant baby fat. The tail of my thick French plait made a great distractor when I couldn't...
    Srebro94 Srebro94 18-21, F Jul 21

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    It was a full moon, not just any full moon

    though, far bigger and brighter than any ever to be seen, and this is what made the magic come alive. Underneath the moon, you could see a girl in a majestic silver bubble, with glistening silver smoke, floating away as it sparkled across the skies. What lay ahead for this...
    Lunarflowerrr Lunarflowerrr 22-25, F 1 Response Mar 17, 2014

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    The Legend of Chickenfoot

    I can remember it as if it were yesterday. The thought of the-- incident-- even now makes my blood run cold, as if a thousand cold invisible fingers running over my body. This old diner that smells of old grease and staleness also reminds me of another like it in my past. Believe...
    mendoguy mendoguy 56-60, M 3 Responses Jan 20, 2013

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    Haiku About Life

    Virtue is patient time flows with incontenence a world out of time
    LoneAlpha LoneAlpha 26-30, M 3 Responses Dec 6, 2012

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    I am your greatest joy And your deepest

    sorrow Die with me each night And be born again in the morning So we can live each breath as one
    Bubblery Bubblery 22-25, F 3 Responses Jan 6

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    Well, Here Goes..

    The punctuation needs some work, sorry for that, well..this really. --------------------------------- I. [A sea of deep red Crashes upon itself in swells, The ship is shattered, It now floats in pieces scattered. The few survivors Are all out of breath, Their lungs are...
    SilenceEvermore SilenceEvermore 22-25 6 Responses Jun 27, 2012

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    I like creative writing

    because it makes your mind feel like it has felt that way or like it has experienced that emotion
    babylovestar15 babylovestar15 18-21, F Jul 5, 2014

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    Things weren’t perfect anymore,

    she knew that now. How wrong she was when she imagined sunshine and rainbows. She thought that love was always happy, that it would always be good and beautiful and strong. But that just isn’t reality. Nothing can be perfect no matter hard you work at it to make it perfect. It...
    awaywego4 awaywego4 26-30, F 1 Response May 2

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    The Pitfalls Of Punctuation

    There, in the tail of that comma, in that ethereal silent pause between whispered words, we are suspended in a universe of our own making. I pirouette on your full-stop period and leap onto your curvaceous parenthesis.  I caress its hard sensuous curve and coax it to unleash...
    Vignette Vignette 51-55, F 14 Responses Jun 6, 2012

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    The Babysitter Murders Chapter Fifteen - The

    Second Murder I heard two voices below as I ran to the upper rail and looked down. I couldn't see who it was, but one was Daddy's, the other Sherree's. "What the hell are you doin' here? Where's my wife?" "She went to the grocery store and asked me to watch the kids for about...
    MaryJanine MaryJanine 56-60, F 4 days ago

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    I Admire

    The one who writes for necessity obligation, vocation or vanity. The one who disappears giving chance to the text to stand out. The one who is a Best seller And the anonymous as well.   I appreciate… who writes true literature and virtual ones who writes...
    deleted deleted 26-30 14 Responses Jun 21, 2009

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    The gift by Carie Ann The smell of smoke was

    filling the village sounds of screaming and violent yelling was everywhere. I looked around to see what was going on men in odd clothing was ravaging the village burning houses children was being slaughtered in the street blood soaking the dirt road I watched in my hiding place...
    TeenageWriterGirl TeenageWriterGirl 13-15, F 2 Responses Aug 16, 2014

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    Anticipation She licks her lips.

    .. Waiting in anticipation his arrival... It's hours away... but when she thinks of his ... knock on the door she flushes.... Anticipation She has hours... so she prepares.... and when she's in the shower, she imagines his... car lights at her window and smiles. Anticipation she...
    SweeetKiester SweeetKiester 41-45, F 6 Responses Nov 22, 2014

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    Here Are 20 Writing Prompts

    Here are 20 Writing Prompts, you are invited to tackle 'em and share 'em... 1. Pick the person you most want to see in the world right now. Write a monologue or a letter to that person and then continue the story. 2. Write a scene between your parents (living or deceased...
    Crazy4Writing Crazy4Writing 26-30, F 12 Responses Jun 2, 2009

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    The One That Got Away

    There is a slight history to this story; there is also a reason why it is vague in some aspects. Hopefully not to vague for the reader to not be too bored by it :) “Nieyma, is that you?”               She looked over at me a moment longer; her brain scrounging...
    LysanderFremont LysanderFremont 26-30, M 1 Response Jun 3, 2013

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    Vermillion Roses.

    Faithless,insolvent, a slow incessant burning, Seductive, involvement, this romance with hurting. At a distance, honesty and compassion, truly more listless, living by reaction. Emptiness is consoling, as misery purposes, there awaits an unfolding, of vermillion roses. Each...
    frozenfate frozenfate 31-35, F 3 Responses Oct 2, 2012

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    Queen of clusterf*cks.

    LOL. That's my BIG problem. I write down all my thoughts for a novel out of order and in strange vernacular so my editor's head just pops off. She only deals with me because she loves my work, so I guess the talent outshines the mania. This is for Married to Madness. Google it.
    dirtydarkness dirtydarkness 26-30, F 4 Responses Jan 25, 2014

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    So this is a new poem.

    I'm afraid to show it to other because it's subject matter. You can’t run from me I’m apart of you I show in your eyes I am what keeps you quiet I am what infects you I make you doubt and hate yourself But you can’t hate me I relieve your pain for a short amount of a...
    kidkid240 kidkid240 16-17, T 4 days ago

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    The Call of The Wild,

    part I Laying on her makeshift bed, she stares out the window, the drapes flapping in the night breeze... Wandering over to the window, she closes it gently.. In the distance, she hears it...the piecing howl... the shrill squeal she has came to know so well... Above her, the...
    MistyGoddess MistyGoddess 41-45, F 2 Responses Mar 29

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    The Babysitter Murders Chapter

    Twenty-Three According to the official statement by the police coroner, Patsy had drowned from an intake of water. That was what the newspapers were told. But I overheard that a secondary cause was suffocation from swallowed blood - her nose was determined to be broken. It was...
    MaryJanine MaryJanine 56-60, F 4 hrs ago

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    The Babysitter Murders Chapter Ten Mommy was

    excited about the upcoming production that she and Daddy had tickets for. I listened with unconcealed envy and jealousy as she gushed about this "new production" and "how lucky we were to get tickets. Every performance has been sold out for weeks." I got it into my little head...
    MaryJanine MaryJanine 56-60, F a week ago

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    The Babysitter Murders Chapter Four I don't

    know what kind of job my Daddy had, but it had something to do with being a truck driver and construction. I knew he had big, hard hands (as evidenced when he spanked one of us) and was afraid of NOTHING. I experienced a thrill of pride when I heard, the morning after he did it...
    MaryJanine MaryJanine 56-60, F Jul 21

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    The Babysitter Murders Chapter Six Things

    were wild and confusing, beginning with that night of horror. Barry had had the presence of mind to call the cops, but one step into the room and a look at Brenda's twisted neck and bloody head, and he was as shaken as Suzy was tearful and scared as I was. He went away and sat...
    MaryJanine MaryJanine 56-60, F 1 Response Jul 22

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    Fifty-Five - Bonnie Duke/David Collins -

    Epilog The voice was menacing, and to me, familiar. "Listen to me - and listen good. Unless I speak to Mrs. Duke in the next five minutes,your receptionist will be dead." Phones echoed in the background as he continued, "I've killed before and I have no compunctions about...
    MaryJanine MaryJanine 56-60, F 1 Response Jul 17

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    The Babysitter Murders Chapter One The time:

    Late Spring, early Summer - 1970. I was beginning to take notice of things around me, that beautiful time of that year. Not too hot yet, but cool enough so you just needed a sweater or jacket. I was three that year. My big brother, Barry, was eight, and my older sister Suzy...
    MaryJanine MaryJanine 56-60, F 1 Response Jul 19

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    The Babysitter Murders Chapter Two Shortly

    after Brenda became our babysitter, my baby brother, Michael Christopher, joined the family. From the first, Daddy ignored the poor baby. He never took notice of him unless he cried - and he was several cups into the sauce. Then, it was to yell at Mommy and to complain. "I TOLD...
    MaryJanine MaryJanine 56-60, F 1 Response Jul 20

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    The Babysitter Murders Chapter Eight I woke

    up several hours later. Suzy was still in her bed,sound asleep. I went to our now-closed door,opened it, and looked across the hall. Both of my brothers' rooms were closed,too. I was the only one up...no, wait. My parents' door was open and they were not inside. either. I...
    MaryJanine MaryJanine 56-60, F Jul 23

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    The Babysitter Murders Chapter Seventeen I

    trusted Patsy from the first day she came to stay/play with us. She played "war" games with my brother as willingly as she played dolls with Suzy and me. Daddy made the remark to Mommy that the reason she did that was because she was a "baby" herself. Daddy didn't like Patsy...
    MaryJanine MaryJanine 56-60, F 3 days ago

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    The Babysitter Murders Chapter

    Eighteen Daddy's anger over the pool issue did not abate as the days went on. It was not uncommon for him to come home and find one to three of us in it, screaming, laughing, splashing, playing "Cannonball" or something else. But none of us fell victim to heatstroke or heat...
    MaryJanine MaryJanine 56-60, F 3 days ago

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    When I was little, I used to check under my bed

    in case any monster was hiding there, waiting to grab my hand as it fell over the side of the bed while I slept. When I grew up a bit, I didn't need to check for monsters anywhere because I wouldn't find them. I knew they were in my head, creeping through my thoughts as the sun...
    Missinghim99 Missinghim99 16-17, F 2 Responses Sep 4, 2014

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    For those who want to write seriously,

    who have aspirations of writing a novel and/or publishing one, you must write consistently. Carve out a period of time everyday and write. Whether, it is as little as 30 minutes or as great as several hours, find that time. In order to really get something accomplished and...
    Dustyghost Dustyghost 46-50, M Mar 29

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    My dream job is a published author.

    I wann share my writing with people.
    ksnaps ksnaps 22-25, F 4 Responses Apr 14, 2014

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    The Babysitter Murders Chapter Thirteen I had

    the time of my young life that night, running and jumping up and downstairs, each of us trying to outscream the other. Sherree slumped in a Barcalounger facing the TV, one hand holding the remote. She didn't even look up as we raced around the chair and away again. I worried...
    MaryJanine MaryJanine 56-60, F 1 Response 6 days ago

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    The Babysitter Murders Chapter Twenty-Two -

    The Third Murder The police did what my parents thought was "extensive" checking on our recent situation. They called many times after taking the samples of fingerprinting from my neck and the windowsill and grounds under Suzy's and mine bedroom windows. I knew what had...
    MaryJanine MaryJanine 56-60, F 1 Response 1 day ago

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    Indiana And Pennsylvania - A Story Prequel -

    Chapter Sixty Paula and I went wedding shopping at every opportunity. We found her maid of honor dress almost immediately. It was a sweet floor-length gown with a lace-trimmed sweetheart neckline and lace-trimmed cap sleeves, in a soft peach color. She looked like a flower in...
    MaryJanine MaryJanine 56-60, F 3 Responses Jan 8, 2014

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    The Babysitter Murders Chapter Sixteen "Death

    by Hanging". That was the official conclusion of the forensic testing. But none of the grownups knew whether this was connected to the previous babysitter murder that was still "hot copy" in the papers, or if she had taken her own life. One of the investigating officers...
    MaryJanine MaryJanine 56-60, F 1 Response 4 days ago

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    Computer Assissted Writing (C.A.W. 2011) A Short Story for Lazy Writers

        CAW 2011 My son, Matthew, is a computer genius.  Last week he gave me the latest version of his newest invention, a Computer Assisted Writing software program called CAW 2011.  In a few minutes he’d loaded the software into my computer. "Hello," my computer said...
    HallieParker HallieParker 66-70, M 8 Responses Jan 9, 2012

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    The Babysitter Murders Chapter Three When I

    came back with my cookies - I had made it two, feeling in need of more comfort - Daddy was sitting on a straight chair, toweling his still-damp curly hair and looking still more than a little out of things. Mommy was still cradling Michael, who was all but asleep. I knew she was...
    MaryJanine MaryJanine 56-60, F Jul 20

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    Me

    Well,ı think it is time to tell about me a little:) A lot of people who ı am friends with ask me why ı didnt write somethings about myself. For nearly 2,5 years ı have been a member in here. ı like this site indeed.My name is Emre.ı live in Turkey but ı was born in...
    dreamboyy dreamboyy 26-30, M 14 Responses Apr 6, 2011

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    The Babysitter Murders Chapter Five - The

    First Murder Mommy came back into the living room and smiled at me. "He drank it ALL, Mommy!" I burbled happily, holding out the empty bottle for evidence. Mommy took it from me. As I lifted my baby brother to my shoulder, supporting his head as she had shown me, he gave me...
    MaryJanine MaryJanine 56-60, F 1 Response Jul 21

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    writing has been a hobby of mine

    for years. Short stories, mostly. I mostly write stories based on Fantasy or Horror. I occasionally write drama's since those are easier than anything else to write about (IMO). I can't do comedy's. They just come out corny and not so funny. One of my dreams were to be able to...
    PsychGirl94 PsychGirl94 18-21, F 7 Responses 2 days ago

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    My favourite time to smoke is at night from my

    bedroom window when my dad and what feels like the world is asleep. It makes me feel safe and difiant somehow. Like I'm slowly crossing the bridge between who I have to be for the sake of my parents and the world and who I am inside. A person breaking off from a home I will one...
    TheGirlFromJupiter TheGirlFromJupiter 18-21, F 3 Responses Aug 9, 2014

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    The Babysitter Murders Chapter Twenty Mommy

    made me wait in the hall a second while she checked on everyone else. Mike, Barry and Suzy were all back in bed and in various states of sleep. Satisfied, she picked me up and carried me into my parents' room with her. I didn't go into that room too often, because I hated the...
    MaryJanine MaryJanine 56-60, F 1 Response 2 days ago

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    After nearly 20 years of being out of school

    I've decided to pursue a degree and am currently in the admissions process which requires a short essay explaining why I should be admitted. I love writing but am drawing a complete blank on what to say!
    poetryafterdark poetryafterdark 36-40, F 3 Responses Mar 11

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    The Babysitter Murders Chapter Nine The

    second babysitter of my young life was what people today term as a "polar opposite" from Brenda. She was Daddy's choice. Her name was Sherree Monsell, a blonde eighteen-old high school senior who wore too much makeup - especially around her eyes. Even Mommy didn't wear that...
    MaryJanine MaryJanine 56-60, F Jul 23

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    Don't you hate it when you're writing a story,

    and it's going good for a few chapters, then all of the sudden your mind starts going blank, and you can't figure out how to write the rest of the story, and whatever you do write sounds lame?... Gahhhhh I hate it!!!
    PsychGirl94 PsychGirl94 18-21, F 5 Responses Nov 15, 2014

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