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    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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    "When he says he doesn't love you anymore,

    roll your shoulders back and look him in the eye. Even when it feels like your ribs are breaking inward, like spider legs. When he digs up old aches that he swore he forgave you for, smile and ask him why he didn't leave you sooner. Ignore the way the words feel like sandpaper...
    beautifulgoodbye beautifulgoodbye 18-21, F 1 Response 4 days ago

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    Affirmations of a little girl a very long time

    ago...When I was a little girlI used to believe that the Angels accidentally left me on earth.Strange but true... those were my thoughts at the time.All I had to do was guess the right answer to a question.If correct then POOF! I would be transported to Heaven.I would be with...
    Love2014nb Love2014nb 51-55, F 2 Responses 4 days ago

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    I've always loved to write.

    In fact, I dropped out of school when I was fourteen and took an exam equivalent of GED so that I could focus on writing till I go to college but the plan got way out of my hand and here I am, far from being a writer, in fact, I haven't written anything for the past.. I don't...
    allkindsofcolors allkindsofcolors 22-25, F 3 Responses 1 day ago

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    Sometimes, you try to relive your friendships

    forgetting that it is impossible to make new memories. Sometimes, caught in this pain, you even become rude, dreadful and unattractive in other's eyes. We try to think of great philosophies ,trying to cough out a solution for a life that is sometimes so unfair towards you and...
    deleted deleted 26-30 3 Responses Oct 16

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    I love to write these days,

    because it is one of the few times I feel good about being alone. It helps me recreate a happiness that is hidden somewhere in me. It helps me dream of a future that I otherwise cannot. It helps me to be in different places, to be anywhere I want. I feel truly alive when I...
    deleted deleted 26-30 Oct 16

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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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    Take my hand sweetheart

    and join me here. The water is warm and waiting for you. Let me undress you as I see the glow of the candles as your shadow flickers on the wall. Take a seat first and I will get behind you.Lean back against me as I splash water over your body. Lay your head against my chest and...
    lasergraph lasergraph 61-65, M 2 Responses 2 days ago

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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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    In that moment the music finally didn't sound

    bitter or shrill and the sun scattered across hills not to burn my skin but to ignite my soul. And I was happy.
    BandsAndNyc BandsAndNyc 18-21, F 4 Responses Oct 14

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    Writing is an exercise in make believe.

    It can in some ways transform us back to our childhood where make believe was a way of life. After all, we create characters, give them a personality and identity, put them in a location where they can interact with a bunch of other characters and then we create situations and...
    lasergraph lasergraph 61-65, M 6 days ago

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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 2 Responses Aug 17, 2013

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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 2 Responses May 21, 2013

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    I walked out in the world

    and dreamt I was a feather. A little white feather. Not perfect but small twisted and worn. Still beautiful. Delecate and soft like a fragile snowflake. The wind lifted me up in the sky. The wind pushes me forward twisting and spinning. I get dizzy. I float for miles...
    RoseC67 RoseC67 46-50, F 5 Responses 4 days ago

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    RoobieCatenis RoobieCatenis 18-21, F 1 Response 5 days ago

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    A Festival of Comradeship I come from

    that part of India where red is not just a color but a priceless thought, a way of life. More than 100 people who still remain true to the ideology in the color red, gathered to pay respects to my dear grandfather, who was a staunch communist himself. He believed in equality and...
    deleted deleted 26-30 1 day 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 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 5 Responses Jun 6

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    Hi everybody I am not a writer,

    but my younger daughter is. She is only twenty and at University, but every spare moment she has is spent writing so I knew the top of her head and the clicking of her laptop [she calls it Larry the Lappy] better than her face. She has two books on Kindle: The Handfasters Women...
    helen01041957 helen01041957 56-60, F 2 Responses Jan 3

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    As a stalker my job is To infiltrate your

    social circle Then I will gather information about you Making you feel trapped like a beast I will take and single out every little aspect of your personality and I will emphasise so to create an illusion of perversity. That way you will confidence into whatever you assume. I...
    StalkingGeorgina StalkingGeorgina 31-35, M 4 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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    Backpack. "I'm scared"-Kat "I'll be there

    soon, don't worry it won't find you"-Sam "Why won't she, I mean it leave us alone."-Kat "Idk, well have to try the Ouija board , again and ask it to leave" - Sam "No, I'm not messing with that board again after we let that thing loose last time" -Kat "It's our only hope to...
    Bracelets Bracelets 18-21, F Oct 17

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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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    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 6 Responses Feb 13, 2013

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    Lately... I feel rather constipated emotionally

    and it seems my thoughts and - sorry for this - is a constant flow of diarrhea. I am working on a children story, it is a literature based one, well it has the flow of it anyhow. I am excited about it, and i started on it last year. it has been sitting on my table and...
    Qwert143 Qwert143 22-25 2 Responses 1 day ago

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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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    Just a reflection , a glimpse ,

    a little reminder That every where you look You find her When all the doors close the shadows remain Embrace the ache Savor the pain She's written on walls surrounding your heart The bitter end won't taste like the start The need inside , remains alive But your...
    Angelofthesilencess Angelofthesilencess 31-35, F 4 Responses Sep 26

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    Why Me? All of us would have asked this at least

    once in your life. No, Not once. A lot of times. When you found your first grey hair in your teens, when your lover fell out of love with you much earlier than you fell out of love with him, when you started losing your six pack abs and starting consistently putting on a pot...
    deleted deleted 26-30 1 Response Oct 16

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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 4 Responses May 12

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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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    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 2 Responses Sep 1, 2007

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    Beyond my darkest fantasy The need in me To

    find release Cover my eyes I'll blindly go Surrender you can have control Take the knife , gently press Open this wound inside my chest Love this little masochist Take me to the place I ache Deeper til I scream your name Make me face the fear & pain **** me til you're...
    Angelofthesilencess Angelofthesilencess 31-35, F 4 Responses Oct 17

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    SEARCHINGLaying in bedPen in handWriting pad on

    my lapContemplatingWhy do we continue to search?Do we even know what we are searching for?I'm listening to musicIt's relaxingEndless houghts racing inside my mindI reflect backWhat is it that spurs us on?Even after we get hurt or disappointedOur search continues...We go into...
    Love2014nb Love2014nb 51-55, F Oct 15

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    Oct 2014 Love born from Lust What would you do

    if I told you I love you If I said I'd leave my life for you behind What would you're reaction be When this between us started out as only fantasy Two unhappy people leading their own lives Who came together out of carnal need Found there was so many things in common Over time...
    zanyzoey zanyzoey 36-40, F 6 days ago

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    We are just two persons with heartbreak None

    of us has forgot his ache You know what we’ve got is not fake But we know its not for our sake You pull ur side and I pull mine We both are missing the sign… You touch my hand and give a sigh You don’t know how my heart fly Bcz I keep it in me, in me inside All I do is...
    XXgirlXX XXgirlXX 26-30, F 10 hrs ago

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    POTATO SALAD May, I ask?

    Or, should I say, dare I may ask? Do you believe in pure real potato salad? You know, the type of potato salad that really makes you eat the bowl or the plate you are being served in, or that you served yourself! A real potato salad, has got to be made with real potatoes. Not...
    StalkingGeorgina StalkingGeorgina 31-35, M 2 days ago

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    When You Lose Your Passion/ You lose part of yourself

    I am what most consider old.lol  Up to about 10 yrs ago I use to write all the time. Poems and short stories,& songs. The last thing I can remember writing is a poem for my daughter before she was born. During the 11 yrs of being a single mom I lost my passion. I guess...
    mommatrish mommatrish 41-45, F 6 Responses Jun 19, 2007

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    A return to life.. The presence of my

    grandfather in my life always guaranteed that my dreams were never shattered. But, his sudden demise has shattered my life in itself. What does one do when all is lost - the faith, hope, will to move on? You search for it,relentlessly,in every nook and corner of your life, till...
    deleted deleted 26-30 1 Response 4 days ago

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    And I want my last breath With your mouth on

    mine The taste of your kiss Our tongues entwined All of my demons Submissive to you Watching you gently Break me in two I want to feel your pain Driving into me Because I self destruct So beautifully I'll play the martyr Just erase this ache Kiss me harder Let...
    Angelofthesilencess Angelofthesilencess 31-35, F 4 Responses Oct 14

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    I love to write, all night I've been on here,

    writing my opinions. I love writing about what I think and what I see in the world. I would write forever if I could, but my hand does get tired eventually.
    francake16 francake16 16-17, F 2 days ago

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    I started writing when I was 9 years old.

    I found myself hidden in a far corner, with pieces of paper and little tiny nubby pencils. Writing has always been my outlet and way of saying how I feel through poetry. Expressing oneself through words can be quite remarkable. Showing others that you are in sync with your...
    TooUnbearable TooUnbearable 36-40, F 2 Responses Sep 7

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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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    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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    Once I went on a stalking trip I truly believed

    to reach an apotheosis Yes indeed I did A climax of coca cola and tim tam I took pictures and send them home via Facebook.
    StalkingGeorgina StalkingGeorgina 31-35, M 2 days ago

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    EVIL Do you believe a person can be

    completely evil?A bad seed, as they say, from birth?Or perhaps circumstances created the evil.Do you know anyone whose life is full of miseryMisery created by themselvesYetSince they are a narcissistThey blame everyone except themselves.Their fabricated lies become their...
    Love2014nb Love2014nb 51-55, F 1 Response 3 days ago

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    My stories come from my heart

    and my body is just the pretty shell.
    Pinky65 Pinky65 46-50, F 2 Responses Oct 1

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    I’m not really a writer,

    but much more of an observer. I much rather read other stories, instead of writing my own. Although writing is one of my favorite ways to express myself. I should really scale up the volume of posting content on this site. I want to be a better writer and I strongly feel the...
    TheGreatLeveler TheGreatLeveler 22-25, M 6 Responses Feb 4

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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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    Hiii🙋🙋🙋🙋🙋🙋 I'm Georgina I'm

    from America but live in wagawaga I have an obsession, he is ostralion. I follow him everyday Yes I know I'm craycray
    StalkingGeorgina StalkingGeorgina 31-35, M 1 Response 4 days ago

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    Here was our school assignment

    when I was 10. It was meant to be a picture book about the environment or something like that. Here it is: My true home is the Ocean [Page 1] I live in the ocean; this fascinating place is my world. It used to be full of fish and animals but now its cold, dead, empty and lonely...
    SugarAndStrawberries SugarAndStrawberries 13-15 3 days ago

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    Yes, I do. The reason

    why I am writing because I want to improve my grammar. I have improve a lot but I still need to make sure that I don't mess up the past tense and present tense. I am guilty of putting fragment sentence too. I think do okay now.
    mother1983 mother1983 26-30, F 1 Response 1 day ago

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    Writing is incredibly fun

    for me. I usually write fanfiction, but I'm trying to write a screenplay about magic. Keyword, trying.
    ADawnS ADawnS 18-21, F 1 Response Oct 16

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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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