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    Do What's Right. ... I Will Always Love You.

    I used to write when I was younger and had more time on my hands. This is something that I wrote and shared with my girlfriend long before she became my wife:Do what's right.PLEASE do what is in your best interest.DON'T stay because of me.GO.I will always love you. How do you...
    0ppa 0ppa 36-40, M 2 Responses Oct 5, 2012

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    I love to write. I write anything from poems to

    exotic sexual stuff. I just love to write!!
    darkheart2231 darkheart2231 13-15, F 1 Response May 17

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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 5 Responses Jan 25

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    I find the slow march of the Thames in the

    evening to be a calm and powerful thing. I walked and sat amongst it's city banks alone many a time, Sharing our secrets in silence. As I stood along it's edge on the eve, The world around me blurred in to a ponderous haste both slow and fast at once. In this alone I watched...
    shadowweep shadowweep 31-35, M 3 days ago

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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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    Haiku About Life

    Virtue is patient time flows with incontenence a world out of time
    LoneAlpha LoneAlpha 26-30, M 4 Responses Dec 6, 2012

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    The Teardrop Prison

    The Teardrop Prison Inside a teardrop looking out The joy and happiness inside See the pain and sorrow Surrounding, retaining surface tension The drop does not fall The triumphal, salient feeling inside Moves the drop on its slide down Descending the cheek of humanity It...
    RavenDelcor RavenDelcor 56-60, M 1 Response Jun 1, 2012

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    When Tomorrow Comes Part Three - Chapter

    Four Jock didn't return for a few days after the farm fiasco. My mother was concerned, but she didn't ask questions. I think she sensed that anything she had to offer would not be welcome. I didn't care, I told myself. Kelly and I have enough to do, helping Mother around here...
    MaryJanine MaryJanine 56-60, F 2 days ago

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    When Tomorrow Comes Part Two - Chapter Nine I

    could hardly wait for an opportunity to see Jock again and tell him about my father's conditional "all clear". Jock, however, was having his own set of problems regarding our relationshjp. I discovered that a few mornings later when Jock came by to invite me to go walking with...
    MaryJanine MaryJanine 56-60, F Nov 9

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    When Tomorrow Comes Part Two - Chapter

    Nineteen Jock didn't come calling and didn't come...and I began to worry. I did what I could around the house, helping Mother and attending to Dada with her, but there were still blocks of time where I could sit on the freshly swept and washed stoop, looking up the road toward...
    MaryJanine MaryJanine 56-60, F 5 days ago

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    When Tomorrow Comes Part Two - Chapter

    Eighteen Buoyed by Mother's praise and trust, I began to buckle down and study - I mean, REALLY study. This greatly improved the atmosphere in the scholastic aura of our household. Of course, there was Dada's "great surprise" when I was taken off punishment.After breakfast...
    MaryJanine MaryJanine 56-60, F a week ago

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    This is the story of a man

    who I would define as a seeker. A seeker is someone looking. Not necessarily someone who finds. Nor someone who knows what they are looking for. It is simply for whom his life is a quest. One day a seeker felt he had to go to the city of Kammir. He had learned to pay...
    kevinnc1 kevinnc1 18-21, M 2 Responses Jul 19

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    When Tomorrow Comes Part Two - Chapter

    Fourteen It wasn't safe to even consider going to the village nowadays. It wasn't the language coming out of the pubs - I had heard worse before and since on the street. It was the young liquored men on the streets in front of said pubs, sizing up the passing men with...
    MaryJanine MaryJanine 56-60, F Nov 13

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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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    You are responsible for your own thoughts.

    You are responsible for what things, people, and events, mean to you. You are responsible for fine tuning your own energy and what and what you attract. That is your free will. No one else can think for you, so no other person truly knows what is right for you. You co-create...
    Zelaleme Zelaleme 46-50, F 1 Response Nov 7

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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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    When Tomorrow Comes Part Three - Chapter

    Two As long as the weather was nice, Jock and I conducted classes outdoors. This was to allow my little sister to do her own studying without disturbance and me to get some rock-bottom education. Jock had discovered, to his disgust, that I knew very little about the subjects...
    MaryJanine MaryJanine 56-60, F 4 days ago

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    Dusk falls. Colors become monochrome.

    White crested waves cascade onto charcoal tinged pebbles, creating a sea mist that blurs the vision of adjacent hills. Car headlights become more visible than the cars, but the sounds of the sea remain constant.
    Rusham Rusham 66-70, M May 13

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    Writers Block

    For what seems almost a year i've been suffering from a major writers block if I got lucky i could wright a page...maybe. Last monday (11/18/13) I found myself in the mental ward. I stayed there almost a week but not quite. Any ways while i was there i found myself a "inmate...
    deleted deleted 26-30 2 Responses Nov 27, 2013

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    "the Magic Of Faery"

    I awake in the dark alone no breath, no heartbeat no sound....... just the absence of you. I wander the house searching where did you go? no answer........ I know what I need to do. I’ll go after him tonight and see for myself just this once...... what pulls him away from...
    mendoguy mendoguy 56-60, M Sep 12, 2012

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    When Tomorrow Comes Part Two - Chapter

    Eleven It had to stop - and all too soon, for both of us, it did. Three gossips coming out of the village store next door saw what was happening and put their heads together in unified disapproval. I saw that and could feel my face heating as I turned a vivid red. Jock didn't...
    MaryJanine MaryJanine 56-60, F Nov 10

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    OddlyScintilating OddlyScintilating 46-50, M Nov 12

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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

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    When Tomorrow Comes Part Two - Chapter

    Sixteen Jock took the lead in resuming our relationship. One day, shortly after the schools closed down, he came to the door, hat in hand again, and politely asked Kelly, who answered it, if I could come out for a minute. At the time, Mother was "riding herd" on me. I was...
    MaryJanine MaryJanine 56-60, F Nov 14

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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 13-15, F 2 Responses Sep 4

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    I just finished part one of my story!

    !! I can't believe how good it feels to finally be able to finish something. Finishing the first part of the book makes me even more excited to complete the second part.
    sugarcakes143 sugarcakes143 18-21, F 6 Responses 3 days ago

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    When Tomorrow Comes Part Two - Chapter

    Twenty When we had finally closed the Dutch door, Mother leaned against it and sighed. "Well, I just wish Jock had been here. I wouldn't have been so nervous - or frightened - if he had been here to scare those men off." I couldn't - didn't- have the courage to tell Mother...
    MaryJanine MaryJanine 56-60, F 5 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

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    When Tomorrow Comes Part Two - Chapter

    Twelve Daddy still slept a great deal...but his "awake periods" were slowly getting longer and longer. He began to argue over taking the medicine the doctor prescribed for him. Mother wanted him to take it regularly, like always. My father said he was "tired of being...
    MaryJanine MaryJanine 56-60, F 1 Response Nov 11

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    When Tomorrow Comes Part Three - Chapter

    Six When I reached the doorway of the shed, Jock was crouched in front of the nearly-completed chair, his back to me. He didn't turn at my approach, nor as I stood there, uncertain as how to proceed or what came next. The tense set of his shoulders as he worked told me he was...
    MaryJanine MaryJanine 56-60, F 1 Response 1 hr ago

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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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    Life is full of hopes

    and dreams. So don't be afraid to go after what you want.
    mother1983 mother1983 26-30, F Oct 22

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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

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    I took Creative Writing

    for an elective for Senior year. I loved it. Now, I write freely on my own because I want to be a published author. :3
    sammisanin sammisanin 18-21, F 3 days ago

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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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    When Tomorrow Comes Part Three - Chapter

    Five I looked worriedly, wonderingly, into Jock's blue eyes. There was no answering love glowing back. The plains of his face were flat, with no smile adorning the lower half. either. He seemed to look straight through me. "I came back to finish the job I volunteered to do...
    MaryJanine MaryJanine 56-60, F 1 day ago

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    My Review Of Life.

    This will probably make more sense to people that play videogames, nonetheless, I hope whoever reads it finds it a bit humorous :D Life is a new MMORPG, that is, Massively Multiplayer Online Role-playing Game, on a scale that is larger and more intricate than any other game on...
    SilenceEvermore SilenceEvermore 22-25 4 Responses Sep 11, 2012

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    When Tomorrow Comes Part Two - Chapter

    Fifteen Jock and I were incommunicado for a couple of weeks. The "excuse" of the village was taken away - although it was just down the road and around a bend, the constable had shut down everyone who didn't need to be out and around, with the result that the atmosphere was...
    MaryJanine MaryJanine 56-60, F Nov 13

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    I wanted to share something I wrote 2 years ago.

    ._. Please enjoy! The Foolish King “Why are you laughing?” asked the King. “Because you are foolish.” replied the Slave. “Why? How?! Knock off the senseless tomfoolery this instant, peasant!” retorted the King. “You believe in non-essential things.” said the...
    ZenoKun ZenoKun 16-17 1 Response 4 days ago

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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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    He watched them from the hall with glassy eyes.

    His three children lay in various positions with limbs askew on a makeshift bed comprised of blankets, fast asleep and ignorant of his presence. When they woke they would ask for Mommy unaware she was no more. The oldest especially loved his mother and would probably be the...
    Eitan Eitan 22-25, M 1 day ago

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    Not A Morbid Tale

    once upon a time there was a dollgirl. She was very, very sad. her hair fell out sometimes. she lived on a shelf. it was very high and very narrow. sometimes she would fall. it took her a long time to get back up to her shelf. but she knew she had to or else the dog would come in...
    Girlonwire Girlonwire 18-21, F 5 Responses Sep 28, 2011

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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...
    SKiesterly SKiesterly 41-45, F 1 Response 15 mins ago

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    When Tomorrow Comes Part Two - Chapter

    Seventeen One good thing about my parents and punishments - they were never excessively long nor vindictive. Mother came into my room after Jock's departure to find me crosslegged on the floor, an open textbook in my lap, a piece of paper over the pages and a pencil in my hand...
    MaryJanine MaryJanine 56-60, F a week ago

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    My dream job is a published author.

    I wann share my writing with people.
    ksnaps ksnaps 22-25, F 3 Responses Apr 14

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    When Tomorrow Comes Part Three - Chapter

    Three I had almost forgotten about Jock, where I was. The boiling rage in my heart as I stared down at what I considered the despoiling of what I still considered to be my land...OUR land, in all ways, shapes or forms... I was suddenly deeply upset. I hadn't felt this way in...
    MaryJanine MaryJanine 56-60, F 3 days ago

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    Listening to the early rain

    as it patters and paints the streets with colours, reflections and sounds.. The sound of rain, part of nature's percussion composition. Painting with water.
    shadowweep shadowweep 31-35, M 1 Response Nov 11

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    When Tomorrow Comes Part Three - Chapter

    One Eighteen Jock was around almost constantly in the months that were to follow. He was my teacher - far more strict, far more exacting than any nun or lay teacher I ever had. He would not accept excuses or sloppiness. In ANY form. It took just one overseeing of my studying...
    MaryJanine MaryJanine 56-60, F 4 days ago

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    When Tomorrow Comes Part Two - Chapter

    Eight There was only one thing I hated about being Irish - especially when you were poor, female, and only sixteen years old. People talked, and the talk became news, and news turned into gossip. And, Good God, the gossip became outrageous stories that were improbable in any...
    MaryJanine MaryJanine 56-60, F Nov 8

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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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    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 61-65, M 8 Responses Jan 9, 2012

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