i wrote this in June
"Love Letter" by Rose
Late at night, like around 1:30am, I go out to smoke a cigarette. I don't smoke often, maybe once a month, but when I do, I go in front...
Whizbang the magnificent, he had added 'the magnificent' himself, had finally done it. After years of searching and studying he had discovered a spell that would transform him into...
In the beginning, there was a middle.
It is George!
Ever since he could remember George felt there must be something wrong with him.He was always excluded out of all family celebrations and get together,sent to the...
It was in the middle of the night when they came.
Their eyes like fire, their horses like shadows, they burned her city. They killed her family. They left her in a blackened world...
I haven't written a full novel yet, but I have many short stories that with time, can turn into beautiful books.
I write dark stories, do I? Another group I don't remember joining...
Meh, I guess the mini fantasy worlds and stories I make up in my head when I'm daydreaming can get pretty dark...
There were once a pair of robins (yes the bird) and they were the very best of friends. They were always huddled together for warmth. Until one day some arsehole hunters shot one...
I'm currently writing a story about a woman who died but still thinks she lives in her house. So when someone else moves in. Well, **** hits the pan.
But seriously right now i...
I must write to please you.
I write the sins not tragedies.
The Heart that bleeds' Greed
There could have been sorrow , there could have been pain but yet all i can remember is the void.
The void of feelings once felt, it's essence leaving...
A girl is all I want. :)..
Girls wanted for Pickling and Bottling.
I know I am not the best at writing, but I do enjoy it a lot. I want a friend who can tell me what I'm doing wrong, and motivate me to write, etc. :) Applications are in the...
Oh no. I heard it too.
Last human alive. My doorbell rings.
I knew I should've been cremated.
Qui me donnera des Ailes
A lonely witness of a small crime
He smashed the door to the office he would search to Rob
In panic he and I both rushed
Him to the scene...
There was once an ugly duck. The duck was SOOO ugly that everyone died. Fin.
You remind me of the time when in
Called me a freak-face
And stabbed me in the arm with a pencil,
'Cause kissing you is kinda like that:
I happen to be writing a novel called "The Cost of a Memory." It's a romance/realistic fiction/drama novel about teenagers who fall in love. I'm attempting to make the entire theme...
Shrek is love. Shrek is life.
lack of understanding; uncertainty.
But you'll never understand and I'll always be uncertain maybe this love was just meant...
Went to work. Drove back home.
She smiled as I walked by!
My memories faded, and I died.
He came home smelling like perfume.
Magic does exist don't stop believing.
She knew she would die. Splat.
Valhalla awaits me when I die.