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I Love to Write

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    I need some help! I've been writing a couple

    books for about three years now and I'm about to rewrite the first one (don't like it). I'm looking for a nice small town, one with either a lake or a coastline view.. Any suggestions? I'm having trouble finding one with great scenery. I would appreciate the help.
    bebe805 bebe805 18-21, F 5 Responses Jul 15

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    Punctuation and gramar.

    . Call me old fashioned, but what is being taught in schools nowadays? I know that it is taught that content is the most important part of writing, not how it is written, but so much of what I read here and elsewhere I have trouble understanding. One sentence runs into another...
    OhGwyneth OhGwyneth 31-35, F 5 Responses Mar 25

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    Writing is my life. It always has been.

    Ever since I first learned how to put my ideas to paper I have loved it. It's my escape. Yes, I am isolated from the real world because I just write, I never really talk to anyone, but I love it. I love the silence, I love the sound of my fingers hitting the keys as I write...
    WhiskeyRoger369 WhiskeyRoger369 16-17, M 6 days ago

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    So everyone who knows me

    or whatever. I no longer use this account but i do have the real and currently using account So.. My new account is PartyPoison04 and i would be reposting all of the thibgs i posted here so... Toodles!!!
    SecretWriter7 SecretWriter7 13-15, F 3 days ago

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    HOW THE SONNET LOST HER WORDS!

    I tell you of this one episode from the life of William the Shakespeare, Don’t blame me if it sends you into a fit of despair. So, a fine morrow saw the popular Mr. Shakespeare Indulged in some elicit writing affair. Not that something new hath happened but, The crazy poet...
    anuragch11 anuragch11 18-21, M Jul 15

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    The Dream

    I saw u..my eyes dazzled by your glow.. my heart started racing and my mind stood still stunned by your beauty it had so much colours to fill so my mind took its time and i held my breath, and then i forgot to breath for moments that changed to days and days which turned to years...
    vogg vogg 22-25 3 Responses Sep 25, 2013

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    Holograms Of Who You Are

    Like a sandcastle on the beach that you have to constantly remold as the waves change its shape, we are constantly changing. We're not the same people we were ten minutes ago, and during the course of our lives, tectonic shifts in our makeup occur. These iterations of our being...
    effervescence effervescence 26-30, M 5 Responses Feb 13, 2013

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    The memory... It was a beautiful cold

    morning and even though the sun was half-way in the sky, it was still quite cold and winter hadn't even started yet. There were a few scattered houses, but the view of the valley and the hills was so captivating, he just stood near the edge, mesmerized. Outwardly he...
    starlit11 starlit11 22-25, F 3 Responses May 7

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    I write. That is a bold statement

    as most people write to some degree. They write notes; they write checks and so forth. I write books, poems and especially erotica. By erotica, I don’t mean a description of body parts rubbing together; I have seen that a thousand times and frankly after a few of those I...
    lasergraph lasergraph 61-65, M 7 Responses Jun 6

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    I am so depressed. I literally think about

    killing myself every single day of my life, but I'm too much of a coward to go through with it. I'm sick of living. I have no friends, and I never will. Everytime I think i find out, they abandon me and make me more suicidal than ever. I am so sick and tired of this waste of an...
    blipsycat1 blipsycat1 18-21, M Jul 16

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    I was there when you drew your last breath,

    leaving this world to join another... or so I like to think. "A few hours." That's what he said, the man in the white. The man who was supposed to save you, but couldn't. But you were ready to go, I know it, you've told me. You said that you weren't afraid, and that you...
    Akumakun Akumakun 22-25, M Jul 20

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    Thoughts Of A Hopeless Romantic

    She’s a storm in my heart. 
 She’s the thunder. 
The lightning.
 The rain. 
 She’s everything I’m afraid of, and everything I love.
 She’s the rush of the wind. 
The warmth on my skin. The quivering of my bones.
 She’s the snow on my tongue...
    LunaKye LunaKye 22-25, F 3 Responses Aug 17, 2013

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    Writing Takes Me To Another World.

    Writing.... I'm the quiet/shy type which is probably why I love to write. I express my feelings through it... when no one else wants to hear me I go straight to my journal. I love how I can just escape the world sometimes.
    tween13 tween13 13-15, F 14 Responses May 14, 2013

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    Even though I will probably never publish,

    writing brings me pure joy and keeps me sane.
    autumnwinds20 autumnwinds20 22-25, F 3 Responses Jul 17

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    On Writing

    I absolutely love to write. Writing is my greatest passion. I have written more novels, short stories, screenplays, poems, songs, etc. by the age of 15 than most people could dream to write in a decade. Writing lets me get away from everything and just go into my own little world...
    PoeticRejection PoeticRejection 22-25, F 26 Responses Jun 15, 2007

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    I don't know what this post is supposed to be

    about. I don't know why I am posting this, or writing about a post telling you that I don't know what this post is meant to tell you. Perhaps I am making this post so that I can write about how I do not know what I am supposed to write about in this post, and as fate would have...
    CheeseBomb500 CheeseBomb500 13-15, M 2 Responses 2 days ago

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    I wonder what you would say

    if you knew that every time I hear this noise see the little symbol that means someone is there I only look, to see if it's you - It never is.
    CharlieBarrett CharlieBarrett 16-17, F 6 days ago

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    I write all the time

    but I have so many ideas that I can't stick with one :b
    Kano413 Kano413 16-17, F 3 Responses 4 hrs ago

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    Who Am I?

    For those of you who don't know me, We already have something in common, I am a dreamer, A lost soul, Trying to find myself Through the shattered that was once my heart, Through the pain that sieges my body, Through the clouds that distract my every thought. I am a victim, Not of...
    usarmyrangers usarmyrangers 13-15, M 2 Responses Nov 11, 2013

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    People think they know me,

    they see me as shy, dumb and invisible. But that's not me, to be honest no one really knows who I am, people think they know what I am thinking and what I would do in most situations, and most of the time they are wrong. I'm at that horible age when your not sure what the future...
    cantpick cantpick 18-21, F 2 Responses May 12

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    Perhaps we're the people opted to jump first

    and see how long, how far, how deep this hell is. Maybe we're all in the same hell but different places Or is it that this is punishment for a past life I am sick and tired of everything i run into. Stress. Depression. Grief. Over Analysis. The belief crying in a weakness...
    MysteriousAddiction MysteriousAddiction 16-17, F 20 hrs ago

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    Real Life Or Fiction

    Does anyone else here daydream about a story they are writing?  I find myself so involved in something I am working on, that I literally walk around with my head in the clouds all day at work, and I can barely wait for the weekend when I can park it in front of my computer...
    jesyka jesyka 31-35, F 8 Responses Sep 1, 2007

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    It is hard, when it's your own shoes Or those

    of someone you care for When death is staring you in the face, and all you can do is stare back And wait. Sometimes it's hard to accept that life keeps moving It doesn't wait for you It doesn't stop for you Or your loved ones It keeps moving, and you have to keep moving with it...
    CharlieBarrett CharlieBarrett 16-17, F 1 Response 6 days ago

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    I had to write about a villain

    who is a villain to both good and bad characters We are told about monsters when we’re little but not knowing where they are always made us wonder where are they? Under our beds, in our closest or the wind that blows through your hair at night. Well what if your parents...
    DavidHamilton1 DavidHamilton1 16-17, M 1 Response Jul 20

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    To me, it's not just an activity to do

    when you have nothing better to do when you're bored. It's something more. Not only is it really really fun to do, but it makes me feel better and I can express how I feel and get a better perspective. I definitely want to be a writer when I grow up, and when I write, I feel...
    Ellaven14 Ellaven14 13-15, F 1 Response 1 day ago

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    I write mostly poetry

    but also stories I like documenting my experiences down in my notes . Some times even sexual ones .
    Sincerelynia Sincerelynia 18-21, F 4 days ago

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    I saw life... but it wasn't about fairy tales.

    . Or princesses waiting for their prince. I saw life as a complete disaster. Where i always wait if the darkness will soon come and swallow me. I saw life as if its the sea that can drown me, as if i'm pinochio's father swallowed by the whale of fear... I saw life.. Life that...
    PartyPoison04 PartyPoison04 13-15, F Jul 15

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    My Story For Sara And The Snowcat.

    My EP friends had asked me to add a story comment for Tassie's story Snowcat...It is about Sara and Snowcat visiting different countries and enjoying their journey. In my story Sara and Snowcat visits India for a bit... The original story is:EP Link I thought of saving my story...
    papri papri 26-30, F 5 Responses Dec 15, 2012

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    I look into her eyes

    as she stares back into mine. Everything is silent. The world around is has disappeared, it's just us, standing in the center of the universe. Our fingers slightly touch as we move closer together, our bodies so close I could feel her heartbeat. I look down at her lips as I bite...
    bebe805 bebe805 18-21, F 1 Response Jul 15

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    This...

    I will admit that I am fearful. I am not ashamed of this and I do not regret it... because fear reminds me of my humanity, reminds me of caution, and spares me of my arrogance... Fear isn't something to ignore, it is merely another obstacle to embrace and overcome.
    MadamElle MadamElle 26-30, F 1 Response Sep 8, 2012

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    Can You Touch Me? - Yes You Can!

      I started writing on a daily basis when I was a freshman in High School.  I had a teacher that was also a professor at a well known university.  He loved creative writing and journaling. His love of the written word soon was instilled in me. ...
    fungirlmmm fungirlmmm 41-45, F 63 Responses Mar 12, 2008

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    I used to write all the time,

    since before I started school. But I haven't written in months. I used to rely of writing for my release, but over the years it's just kind of stopped working. Now when I write I get stressed, and even if something makes me happy for a bit I always end up hating myself when I...
    deleted deleted 26-30 1 Response Jul 19

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    One day, she was a child full of life and

    great ambitions, but her delicate heart was broken by years, was killed by family before enemy. They blew out her candle, the candle of enthusiasm. They buried her talent. They let her young soul walk alone. Dad. Yes, you dad. You love me, I know. You protect...
    Lebanesesoul Lebanesesoul 22-25, F 5 Responses Apr 10

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    I love to write. God,

    I do. As a child I used to write all the time. However, I've never been able to finish a story. I started, I got excited, told everyone and then hated every word that I wrote. Now I read my stories and they seem silly. I love to write. But I don't like anything I write. It's...
    agustinae agustinae 16-17, F 1 Response 3 days ago

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    So, I think I finished my first short story

    today. I say think, because I still have to go back and edit, so things are still subject to change. It's about 42 pages (single spaced) and over 20,000 words. I hate editing, but I guess it's all part of the experience. Wish me luck!
    purposebuilt purposebuilt 22-25, M 1 Response 3 days ago

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    Feeling the hot metal walls,

    I begin to search for the light switch. He growling grew louder the faster my hands moved. My heart pounding, my head spinning, my eyes try to adjust but struggle as my sweat slowly rolls down my forehead and on to my glasses. Something begins to claw at the walls in front of me...
    bebe805 bebe805 18-21, F Jul 15

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    I look at the clock, The seconds feel like

    minutes, Minutes feel like hours, Hours feels like days. When will the time speed up? Will it ever speed up? The uncertainty is driving me insane, I want the seconds to feel like seconds! The minutes to feel like minutes! When my eyes are open it's like an unending day, But...
    usarmyrangers usarmyrangers 13-15, M 4 Responses Dec 3, 2013

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    A familiar rhythm with a twist of blues.

    .a.bitter sweet symphony , like me and you... Take my hand, for more than just this dance , the journey will be worth it, just take the chance. Forever weel shine under the moonlit sky , there is no one out there , like you and I You a soothing song, and I your every tune...
    Rhythmnblues9 Rhythmnblues9 26-30, F 2 Responses 15 hrs ago

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    I hold my breath And count the stars I'm not

    quite sure Just where we are The strings have frayed And in my sleep I forget your name Plunging too deep It was never meant; Not a one night thing But there's someone else Whose song you sing I'd be better off If you were cruel; In the knowledge that I was just your tool I...
    CharlieBarrett CharlieBarrett 16-17, F 3 Responses Jun 14

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    I am that person.. I am the person who's been

    there for you for some of the worst days of your life.. I'm the person who stayed with you when some of those who you considered friends left you.. I'm the person who supported you when you were struggling with your career even by just being your driver.. I'm the person who's...
    Iknowsomethingnow Iknowsomethingnow 26-30, F 1 Response Apr 8

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    Where Is My Little Sweet Poem ?

    As the crescent appears on the night skyAt the lovely sight, my mind jumps to a highThe moment I spot your shadow, I know it's youMy heart shines and says this moment is true.Where, where is my little poem ?The one I wrote and folded in my dreamDid it dissolve between the...
    thoughtbubble thoughtbubble 36-40, M 2 Responses Jan 1, 2013

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    Afterglow

    Two bodies tangled up in the middle of a king size bed. Tiny shafts of light slicing thru the darkness. This eyes opens but he dare not move. He does not want her to wake. Even in her sleep she smiles. The glow of last night shinning off her skin. The scent of lavander and roses...
    myheartswords myheartswords 41-45, F 3 Responses Jan 24, 2012

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    The Open Book

    Does anyone here have a blog where others can read your stuff?  If anyone is interested I have posted two short chapters of one of my recent stories, its called 'Something Evil This Way' and I will probably be posting a new chapter this weekend.  I would love any kind...
    jesyka jesyka 31-35, F 1 Response Sep 1, 2007

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    I sat down to write but the words wouldn't

    come I reached into my heart to find it was numb Ive already said all the things that i can For the last time i spoke them out loud, you ran Ive listened to lies as you spoke them so true I believed in your words as i so often do I fell for your games as you played me so well...
    rella27 rella27 36-40, F 2 Responses Jan 12

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    Date A Girl Who Writes.

    Date a girl who writes. Date a girl who may never wear completely clean clothes, because of coffee stains and ink spills. She’ll have many problems with her closet space, and her laptop is never boring because there are so many words, so many worlds that she’s cluttered...
    Infinitiever Infinitiever 16-17, F 1 Response May 21, 2013

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    Everyday, we fall. Sometimes it is

    because we jump, or we slip. Or it because we are pushed, perhaps taken by desire and lust and passion. Maybe we're alone and maybe we are not. But I suppose it doesn't matter. Whoever we have with us, whatever dark days there are through the mist.. Whoever we are, whatever kind...
    CheeseBomb500 CheeseBomb500 13-15, M 4 Responses 1 day ago

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    "The Unmasking" I am wearing a mask,

    One with no color, You can still see my face, But I am still covering myself, Everyone has their own mask, No one is who they are, Were all hiding ourselves, lost in society, We may not realize it, But, Our masks can never come off, Society is of judging, Our masks hide the...
    usarmyrangers usarmyrangers 13-15, M 3 Responses Jan 7

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    I write until I can't write anymore Whether

    it's from loss of blood Or from The salty waves, crashing Onto my pages Whether it's too dark in the forest, or Too light in Heaven I write until I can't write anymore, because My heart is made of Paper And my soul, of Ink. - Something I wrote on the way to dance, between...
    CharlieBarrett CharlieBarrett 16-17, F 6 days ago

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    ... How?...

    .. How ? Please tell me how ... .. How can I smile If you don't ? .. How can I laugh If you always cry ? .. How can I breathe If you're badly hurt ? .. How can I sleep If you daily suffer ? .. How can my heart beat If your heart is bleeding ? .. How can I not think of you...
    Hope1001 Hope1001 18-21, F 1 Response Apr 14, 2013

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    --this was written in response to a man who,

    when responding to me posting whether I was attractive or not, wrote "7/10" I apologise if this is rude, that was not my intention, I just thought you needed a new perspective So from the viewpoint as a collective We want to say we won't be subjected To your...
    HoldingOnToAir HoldingOnToAir 16-17, F 3 days ago

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    I lurk in the shadows,

    Hiding from the world, I used to be on top of it all, But now I'm tumbling down. I hold out my hand for you to grab, But you let me fall. Down I go, Falling for eternity, Because I trusted that you would have my back, Instead here I am, Hiding in the shadows, To scared to let...
    usarmyrangers usarmyrangers 13-15, M Jan 20

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    Concrete Walls

    Love..... I did not have the strength to scale your concrete walls. Clinging to the rope, I had no faith in myself. Beautiful gardens thrive inside, with roses, violets, and hibiscus. A coat of thick healthy grass, im sure, lines the tender ground underneath. Tall solid trees...
    DreamChristine DreamChristine 31-35, F 6 Responses Mar 28, 2013

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    Anything about animals

    or people and other stuff
    paige001 paige001 13-15, F 1 day ago

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