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    (This is a scene from the sci fi horror book

    I'm making. please tell me what you think so I can improve on it. This is part One of the scene.) The SinnerHood Chronicles - Farmer's Market Dispute!! At the Farmer's Market, East Los Angeles. 9.30PM. The entire market was crowded with people and stalls so James left his...
    deleted deleted 26-30 1 Response Jun 18

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    I wrote one last fall called Reverberations of

    a gunshot and I just finished tweaking it.
    Emmy182 Emmy182 13-15, F 1 Response Jul 9

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    Remember Me

    When I had a day off work,I liked to visit quiet places in the town where I lived,tucked away from the bustle and the noise. One of these places was a well known cemetery,well known for its very elaborate monuments to the Dead. One such monument had cost the man who had built it...
    berangere berangere 66-70, F 5 Responses Apr 29, 2013

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    Currently working on a steampunk kinda thing :D

    if anyone would like a peek, just say the word!
    Songsinshadow Songsinshadow 18-21, M Jul 9

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    Mind Beyond A Shattered Reality Part 2

    The Light Had Faded Into His Consciousness His Features Were Blank Leaving Him Anonymous The Surroundings Faded Into The Darkness All That He Knew Was No More, His Next Journey Would Be Arduous Time Had No Meaning As His Path Wilted Seeds Of Fear Clouded His Being Where None...
    Lushiro Lushiro 18-21, M 1 Response May 3, 2012

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    Traveling the world after its end Chapter 1:

    me My name is Chen, my parents thought it would be useless to teach me my last name. They taught me how to hunt, speak in English, and communicate using sign language. That's actually how all children around the world were taught when they parents knew the end was near. So that...
    attackonzach attackonzach 13-15, T Jun 6

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    King Stephen was at Lincoln Castle .

    His enemies surrounded him . The Empress Maude was becoming a threat. She had claimed the thrown . A civil war had divided the English Kingdom. Great Noble men had to choose between two people who both had a claim to the thrown. The Kingdoms first civil war . Not the war if...
    Homejames Homejames 51-55, M 2 Responses Jun 22

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    I love writing and reading short stories.

    They are fun and it's interesting to see what people come up with. I even try to write some but I'm way too embarrassed to show anyone because I think they're really bad. Anyone else like this?
    Canis3 Canis3 22-25, F 1 Response Jul 9

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    I love to write short exotic stories

    but never attempted to take it any further. I have taken the plunge and submitting one to a magazine in Australia.
    Centalcoastlady Centalcoastlady 46-50, F 1 Response May 10

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    My first fictional story.

    I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it.                                            The Jacket It was in the middle of November. Winter was coming quickly. Leaves had finished falling, and now blew along the dry sidewalk, brown and...
    LaurenJFisher LaurenJFisher 22-25 2 Responses Jan 3, 2014

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    I wrote a short story recently.

    It was inspired by a dream I had. My wife encouraged me to put the story on paper. I look forward to sharing it soon.
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    He pulled the covers over her naked,

    sleeping body. She seemed at peace with herself he thought as he brushed the hair from her face. In the corner a candle flickered, sending dancing shadows around the bedroom. It had been an eventful night, one that he hadn't planned for. Stepping silently into his trousers he...
    00afreshstart77UK00 00afreshstart77UK00 51-55, M 3 Responses Feb 7

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    The Night She Came Back

    Standing there naked, he shut off the hot tap. The thought of a hot bath made him feel content. The realities of life would return but for now he would just soak and dream in his steam filled bathroom.The bubbles engulfed him as he lay down. Taking a sip of scotch from his...
    deleted deleted 26-30 5 Responses Nov 9, 2011

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    The Road To Nowhere

    The following story was written for entertainment purposes only. It is a fictional work derived from the mind of the writer and in no way should be taken as a factual account of any past or planned event. Anyone mentioned in this story is done so in a fictional fashion. Any names...
    fungirlmmm fungirlmmm 41-45, F 5 Responses Dec 9, 2011

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    I've been writing stories

    since I was very young. It helps me, when I'm having a bad day, I write stories. I've wrote a few songs too since I like to sing. Anyone battling depression, try writing about you're problems, it's helped me so so much. It doesn't make you better, but it helps you forget about...
    anonymousgirl1906 anonymousgirl1906 13-15, F May 17

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    One Man's Lonliness

    He sits there, waiting. His heart yearning for her to come. She rarely does. He know she is with another, laughing, touching. He lights another cigarette. He remembers being here before, loving someone who loved another. Why is he putting himself through this again he wonders to...
    deleted deleted 26-30 3 Responses Oct 13, 2011

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    Actually, I am in the process of writing two

    short stories. The first one is based on my experience in the United States Navy. The second is based on my conversations I had with exotic dancers while writing an article for a national magazine.
    Solitaireman Solitaireman 51-55, M 1 Response Jul 1

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    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 of ash and cinders. Her world had fallen apart. But still, she could dream.
    DrowningInRed DrowningInRed 13-15, F 1 Response Nov 27, 2014

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    I'd like to write a story to entertain you guys

    and myself. I'll consistently update and add new arcs/chapters when I have the free time (which I have a lot of). They'll be in separate posts and I'll link to the previous posts in the new updates. This is mostly a project to help improve my writing ability. I want to know how...
    Jebugo Jebugo 13-15, F Jul 12

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    I love to write erotica.

    I write short stories and poetry, but keep it pretty much under wraps. I post in a few sites and love to hear people's feedback though. I love the idea of someone being able to get off or aroused by my writing.
    BlondieYTZ BlondieYTZ 31-35, F 3 Responses Jan 7, 2014

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    Hunter Pt. 1

    It's late at night and I'm walking down an empty street. I'm being followed by a dark van at a distance. As I round the corner I'm pulled against the brick between a small alley. I make out a shadowy figure, a large hand covering my mouth. I beat on the hard chiseled chest of my...
    FireQueen10 FireQueen10 22-25, F 6 Responses Nov 11, 2013

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    the toddler made his way to the edge of the

    ocean. crawling in delight, he perched uppon a large rock. with a delighted laugh he turned his bright eyes to the rising sun behind him. the red and gold light warmed his face and made him smile. the young boy enjoyed the rays of light. golden and speckled with dust motes...
    ArnoldJRimmer ArnoldJRimmer 46-50, M 3 Responses Jun 19

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    The Child.

    Annette had lived in Brazil for quite a few years now,she was a professor of Arts at the university of Sao Paulo,well in her forties and living alone in a small house on the outskirts of the town. Annette had never married,never found her soul mate,truth be told she never was...
    berangere berangere 66-70, F 6 Responses Jul 4, 2013

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    The Unseen War-by: Rob PaquinShe crawled across

    the shattered landscapes of her soul; searching ...Arriving at the nethermost reaches of her brokenly, ragged heart; she climbed unto the zenith of it's fractured pile of fragmented remnants.It was there..., The stark and garish light of Epiphany revealed that the darkest of the...
    TheHiker TheHiker 41-45, M 1 Response Oct 23, 2014

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    A Reprieve.

    The man living next door to Donna was the neighbour from hell! He was a squat, bald headed little man,top heavy in the shoulders,persistantly belligerent,you could sense the anger in his walk,his stance. Donna, being a single woman living alone made her the perfect target. He...
    berangere berangere 66-70, F 6 Responses Jun 23, 2013

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    little bird watched the soaring ones.

    .. He shrugged and continued happily hopping along the ground. He wondered why the others put such effort into flying when everything he wanted was here on the ground. Seemed like a bother....dealing with winds, weather and sheer effort...all that flapping..ugh. He hopped over...
    ArnoldJRimmer ArnoldJRimmer 46-50, M 3 Responses Jan 12

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    topic? my husband is a sociopath www.

    myhusbandisasociopath.wordpress.com
    myhusbandisasociopath myhusbandisasociopath 26-30, F Jun 18

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    Everyone does not have the balls to buy off

    peace. Even though it's free, there is only one condition. You have to bet it all.
    NobodyFrvr NobodyFrvr 22-25, M Jun 3

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    The boy sat, doubled over in pain,

    on his hands and knees, clutching at the forest floor as if he were holding onto a lifeline. Pools of silver moonlight surrounded him, gathering on the ground like blood. Sweat slicked his face, plastering his longish chestnut-colored hair to his forehead and cheeks. He gasped...
    DrowningInRed DrowningInRed 13-15, F 2 Responses Jun 24

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    The Lair

    A man's lair is his castle,his home.Without a companion to share it with,it becomes nothing more than a museum,or a shrine,filled with pictures and artifacts.How he wishes that she might make his lair a home once more.
    diggler diggler 41-45, M 2 Responses Jun 6, 2013

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    The Legend Of Lushiro (Part One)

    The wind would flow outwards flowing over his prominent blondish gold spiky hair with long bangs that recede down his face, his eyes reflecting off the brightness of the sun glimmering it's pool of cold blue. The dark gray cape he wore flapped against the ferocity of the wind...
    Lushiro Lushiro 18-21, M 6 Responses Jun 12, 2012

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    First released in 2008,

    the publishing rights have reverted back to me. I decided to create a condensed version and release it through video. Soft Breezes,Love~Wind
    WindSylph WindSylph 46-50, F 6 Responses Dec 13, 2014

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    TSBD (The soul by detroit) another installment.

    .. So. The kid went up there that night. With them. That electrified punk and his little buddies. You can most likely guess that he never came back. I thought I knew what had happened. In a way I was exactly write... but what I didn't know then were the specifics. At this point...
    MadGeniusGentleman MadGeniusGentleman 22-25, M Jul 8

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    Misguided Quest Who would've thought I could

    change the world? What about the parrot? Yes, I admit it-the world we now live in is my fault...though the parrot isn't without blame either. It has been 3 1/2 months since my birthday. For my present, I had gotten a parrot. Yes, a parrot. You know those little winged beasts...
    zydeko zydeko 18-21 1 Response Jun 22

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    TSBD (The Soul By Detroit) This will be the

    final installment, told ya'll I'd finally finish it...So months passed since the night I walked away from the scrapyard. Got me a job at a used auto lot. Selling, not smashing. I look at it like this: I don't know WHAT that Impala was, I don't know HOW it was what it was, and I...
    MadGeniusGentleman MadGeniusGentleman 22-25, M Jul 8

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    Our New Neighbours.

    When the old man next door passed away in a nursing home,his son who had inherited his house soon renovated it and then sold it. The old man had been living in near squalor for quite a while,lots of items needed replacing in the house,but the son told his father he could not...
    berangere berangere 66-70, F 11 Responses Jun 2, 2013

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    Hello Darkness My Old Friend

    It wasn’t fear so much as feeling unsettled. It was as if things were just slight out of kilter; warped, even. He lay there, staring at nothing, as the darkness was complete. The thin nylon surrounding him could have been inches or miles from his face, and it was only by...
    CuriousNomad CuriousNomad 46-50, M 4 Responses Mar 29, 2013

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    How I Love Thee

    It's not the way your hair cascades down over your bare shoulders.It's not the sparkle in your eyes,or your lips,soft and velvety,like the petals from a rose.It's not your sensuous curves,or the way you shiver each time my fingertips brush up against your skin.It's not your...
    diggler diggler 41-45, M 7 Responses May 17, 2013

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    A work in progress...

    She gazed across the ocean, allowing the breeze to carry the scent of her past over the waves. A fresh start. That was all she needed. Leave the past where it belongs and move forward. As the horizon faded to black, she realised she didn't know where home was. The place she had...
    Saintlysinner Saintlysinner 31-35, F 1 Response Jul 27

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    A Ghost Story

    When I was a child,I loved to spend time with my grand parents in the country,on the outskirts of a small village. Staying there,I was taken back in time,no mod cons,just a radio for entertainment or we played board games in the evenings,the radio was so ancient that when I...
    berangere berangere 66-70, F 1 Response Apr 19, 2013

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    The rain woke me. I thought I would write you a

    story based on my life. Mom and I have always had a thing for rain, we love the idea of watching the rain as we have hot coco, or eat soup and watch romantic movies under the covers, but reality was a different deal. We lived in this very neighborhood but the house was...
    Chabelle Chabelle 22-25, F May 12

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    The Dark Room

    Alone, he stood in the middle of the room. Surrounded by dark walls with nothing but a dim light bulb hanging from the ceiling right above him. Blankly staring at the light, he was trying to put together the events that had led up to his captivity. He was just a scientist who was...
    CelinaTheLost CelinaTheLost 16-17, F 4 Responses Apr 27, 2013

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    An Indian Lullaby

    Ninnie baba ninnie. Sleep little baby sleep. The child was curled up in her aya's arms,being softly sang to and gently rocked. " Ninnie baba ninnie",the little girl loved that song,she often sang it to herself while playing in the lushness of the garden of her parents' villa,in...
    berangere berangere 66-70, F 3 Responses May 7, 2013

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    Unlike most men he always showed his love

    through his actions. His actions were sometimes slow, fast, soft or hard punches to the head. Kicks into the stomach he would let me know he loved me and it was all my fault. This excessive love, hatred, control and fear... Something we both felt. He'd hit, we'd make love. I...
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    I have a story but too naughty to share through

    experience. Message me if you wanna see
    LoveNoteForARainyDay LoveNoteForARainyDay 16-17, M 3 days ago

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    Trounyan. Jenny's Bali holiday was drawing to a

    close,it had been a good but lonely time,the people were very friendly but she had had to ward off those who tried to con money out of her,believing her gentleness and gullibility would make it easy,a woman on her own often has to face such misconceptions about herself from...
    berangere berangere 66-70, F 4 Responses Jun 21

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