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Chapter 2 “I figured it out!” Kate says excitedly, sitting down on the couch beside me. We are in Kate’s room listening to Taylor Swift’s Speak Now album, our favorite album by her.
CHAPTER 4 On the ninth day of our journey, we stopped at a small, dirty backwater town called Ortien.
#nightdwellers#beginningline A week before the winter solstice, A fire cracking merrily in the hearth and a hot chocolate in hand, she sat on the sofa.
The Lonely, The Bitter, and The Troubled George the Lonely George sat, his head leaning on the freezing window. His earphones dangled loosely down his sides and into his left pocket.
Chapter 4 A few days after the first day. I don't see Allen, Danny, or Pikachu much. Me and Pikachu only have two class together, three on Tuesdays and Thursdays.
Feel free to use these if you want. I made these in English for creative writing, comment the number of your favourite.
The next day I noticed something was off. I couldn't tell what it was but there was a feeling deep within me telling me something was terribly wrong.
@household The rain fell silently. He could hear the pattering as it hit the ground, the roof on top of him, the cars on the street.
--- Part 2. Again, comment as to whether I should continue, and any criticism is welcomed.--- Autumn stepped out from her hiding place and smoothed down the too-big jacket she wore.
A silence fell over the library; the candles flames emitted a constant glow as Gabriella adjusted herself in her chair and began.
I can only imagine The confusion you must feel Did that really just happen Are your days really real.
Flora Silk-Finn has lived on a boat her whole life-yet her mum seems oddly anxious to keep her away from the water.When her mum finally allows her to have swimming lessons,Flora makes a shocking...
Chapter 2 I panicked, my heart beat fast, faster and faster, my mouth went dry. He was coming towards me. Joey. He was actually coming towards me.
Gavin, stood, staring at a sign. It had been half an hour since the person his boss wanted him to meet was meant to turn up. Still no sign.
An Account from a Survivor's Daughter One of those bound to sail on the "Laconia" , that day was 'William John Murphy', known to everyone as "Billy".
I apologize beforehand if this story seems a little preachy; I've been reading a lot of Ayn Rand lately and it might be rubbing off.
I am not a follower of the herd. If I were a drink I'd be shaken and stirred. I am a thinker outside of the box. I want my voice to be heard..a lot. I am open whilst others are closed.
(Best read in voice over man voice like a TV advert. Please, this is tongue in cheek. Laugh at yourself if you recognise anything) Suffering from writers block. Ran out of things to say.
Im falling out of the zone/level of existing I slide out of it and into it and it mixes into one (i seriously am proud of those quotes) i know it seems cheesy like my elementary ones do, but this...
I will shine fiercely, I will shine free, I will shine brightly, I will be me. I will grow prouder, I will grow high, I will grow faster, I will just fly.
~I wrote this when I was 15 - We were focusing on descriptive language, so I came up with this. I couldn't use semicolons correctly for the life of me...
Daniel woke up long before the sun came up on Christmas morning.
(authors note: this is a dark story on a touchy subject, I don't mean any offence it's just an idea that was stuck in my head, I do have other story's that are no where near as dark that I will...
The sound of wind howling around our house wakens me slightly. I want to go back to sleep, cuddled up in the warm on the heavy quilt on my hay mattress. I feel dizzy and weak.