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Submitted by zealous on Sun, 05/19/2013 - 01:38

If every time I awake,
I long for something new.
And every time I stand still,
the spot I'm in just won't do.

Then how can I be expected,
to anchor my heart to yours.

My true self is reflected,
by all these well used doors.

The Ambassador

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Submitted by Conflicteddreamer on Fri, 05/17/2013 - 21:08

Today’s weather was favorable. It was bright and blue. It was the perfect day to die.

 

A ruler was about to be assassinated. A portal was about to open.

 

No Love Lost

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Submitted by Conflicteddreamer on Fri, 05/17/2013 - 13:31

“Can’t get me. Betcha can’t.”

 

Peter Hartsfield heard the teasing voice and continued to dig. It had proved futile to try and stop.

 

The Sea

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Submitted by pirate60 on Fri, 05/17/2013 - 03:27

The sea

I am Pirate, that is my name.
From the sea, my ship it came.

I sail the waves, with a hardy crew.
Never knowing our course nor what we might do.

North then South; East then West.
Upon the waves, our life is the best.

The Wanderer

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Submitted by wstone1994 on Thu, 05/16/2013 - 10:31

(This is a dramatic monologue I did for my English coursework, just wondered what people would think of it)

Something epic that both happened and didn't

Submitted by Saint Alphonsus on Thu, 05/16/2013 - 02:47

Rutherferd, a tall and handsome man in a confederate captain's uniform, walks into the Oracle's briefing room. He is followed by his team mates Corolla and Smith. Corolla is a dark haired man of average height dressed like he stepped right out of the roaring twenties.

Her true face

Submitted by Saint Alphonsus on Thu, 05/16/2013 - 02:45

There she sits at her glass
Carefully putting on her mask.
Outside, she can not go
Without first giving them her show.
As i lay watching her paint her face
I often wonder for the need of that case,
That case that holds her "face".
Do you not know of your true beauty?

Mother

Submitted by Saint Alphonsus on Thu, 05/16/2013 - 02:44

She is my creator and my protector,
My teacher and my friend,
She lifts me when I am down,
And cheers me when I am up,
She is my mother and no amount
of words can describe how much I love her.

Father

Submitted by Saint Alphonsus on Thu, 05/16/2013 - 02:44

I am not of your blood and yet you claimed me.
I have disobeyed you and yelled at you, and still you claim me.
We are such different people, we don't always get along.
But you remain a constant, and never turn away.
You are the man you did not need to be.
A choice you have made to be with me.

The Nature of I

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Submitted by wstone1994 on Wed, 05/15/2013 - 15:37

Who are we?

Who am I to say?

 

I, with a reluctant hand reach out

For something worth holding onto

For in the end, I will have nothing

When all of this is through

I will become a pile of ash

When once I had been a man

When all of this is done

The Surprise

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Submitted by Conflicteddreamer on Wed, 05/15/2013 - 02:50

Laura was the happiest little girl in the world. It was Christmas day, and Christmas meant presents.

 

“Turn the TV off and come have a seat in granny’s lap,” Darlene said, a bright, cheerful expression on her elderly face. She was sitting Indian-style on the floor next to the Christmas tree.

 

Jack Bickham

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Submitted by Conflicteddreamer on Tue, 05/14/2013 - 01:10

Anyone want to know the 38 most common fiction writing mistakes? You should look it up on the internet. Very insightful.

Untitled

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Submitted by ashley on Mon, 05/13/2013 - 19:59

 The cold crisp wind gave me goose bumps as it flew through the window. BAAM! It flew through the air like raindrops fall from the sky. In a split second the blood came rushing out of him. I rushed to his side.

Word of the day; Diseuse

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Submitted by MissDartit on Mon, 05/13/2013 - 14:09

Hello again. 

I found an awesome word today; at least that is my personal opinion :P Guess why? :D

Diseuse

What's Wrong With This place

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Submitted by Don Roble on Mon, 05/13/2013 - 06:45

Lori thought-what's wrong with the place? They were standing in the lobby. The paint had long ago finished peeling. The carpet, what there was of it, was earth-colored because it was ground in with earth. The elevator didn't run. There on the stairs was a funny looking cat except it was a rat, a very large rat. It didn't seem too concerned about the humans.

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