I am Em, I love to write, sing, dance, act, anything theater related really. Please read my stories and COMMENT!!! thanks.
So I got back my eight paged narrative from school, I got a one hundred. Maybe I'll post it in here later. I think I will. I also was forced to write a poem for school.
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"She sits with her back to me, the girl with the brown hair, that hangs in chocolate ringlets down to her waist." I type quickly.
About Me: Hey my three favorite followers. I'm Em, the creator of some random stories.
Dear Reader, Today is the first day of school here in California, and just let me tell you;people here are weird. It is technically he first day of school here, but i've just moved here from Texas.
The following is a story that I had to write for my english class. It is title-less. Feel free to give me ideas, and tips to help my writing technique.
I'm in a dark room. the walls are a dark gray, and the floor is concrete. There are two mats on the floor, the kind you find in a gym.
My heartbeat. That's the only sound in the dead silent auditorium. It feels as if everyone could hear my heart beating as I walked up, and griped the microphone.