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Zane is not a normal kid. For starters, her name is one that is usually given to a boy. She has a severe case of albinism, and Heterochromia iridium, or two differect eye colors. More than anything, she wants magic to be real. One day, along with her friends Nikoda, Don, and Alex, she is taken...
Using fruits, sitting on a plate in front of me as prompts, first to describe, then develop as characters in a short short story -
This is how I would write if I huffed some paint thinner beforehand.
Author's Note: My teacher assigned us another Fast Write (were one writes for a certain amount of time as fast as they can without hesitation and concerns for grammar and spelling). Today he told us to imagine that we...
Heyy! My name is Kimmie Kay. I have red hair, brown eyes and indie style and this is the story of my life... well actually my diary but you know... same thing. Anyway, sorry for my writing, I'm not a writer :$.
PS: I didn't know which category to put this and I didn't choose memoir because it...
By Arik Z
Longing for the sky. Look, if you think this is fantasy a) you don't get it and b) you've never been happy OR outside on a windy day. (FAct: windy days make me want to fly)
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By Jami Anne Dairs
Beginning a novel- I still haven't gotten a name (requests would be great). It's not a romance and they are not vampires, werewolves, etc. Yes, the prologue has a little romance, but it's one of the few spots that do.
Novel | Updated Nov 16, 2011 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Equin Molo
The opening chapter to a story about color and emotion, and the lack of.
By Fiona Minrow
Just a poem about leaves in the wind.
In this poem, I'm basically begging one of my best friends to stay in high school because he's destroying his life otherwise.
this is a color poem I am the color of cheeks when he calls you beautiful
I am the chirpy cardinal in the summer breeze
I am your favorite pair of shoes
I am your pursed lips when you disagree
I am the sign at the end of the street
I am his scowl of unrefined hate
I am his fist after he hits...
Poetry | Updated Oct 21, 2011 | Reads: 5 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 0
By Artemis Nightshade
Sharks! Jaws! color blind???
Article | Updated Oct 20, 2011 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1