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Miriam tried to scream when she had entered her household, turning to see the mute-boy that she had met just days before sitting on her sofa with a zip-up hoodie thrown over him and casting a shadow over his eyes. She didn’t need to see past that to know he was looking at her. But his reflexes...

Another short story from Creative Writing, but much smaller than Flames, and much easier to follow. We were told to write a diary of anyone. Originally I was going to make a parody of Jesus "NO ONE LISTHENS TO ME GUYTHS, IM SERIOUS HERE, I WANT TO THAVE YOU!" but my story-mode kicked in. This is...

The night sky glazed over in red hues, the flames from the fire misting the world around it in shimmering images cast behind sheets of rising smoke, waxing the skin of anyone who stepped too close in tendrils of sweat. A fire like this had never been seen before; a fire like this had never been...

The abandoned farmhouse building smelled of hay, sawdust, forgotten manure, and, thanks to a few boys who had come to sit in and relax, the faint whisk of nicotine. When Wes had first seen Ronny approaching the other two came to his side immediately. Alex had been smoking a cigarette. He had...

“Ronny, we’re here.” Ronny, the real Ronny, the one trapped inside his own body and panicking, lost as to what was happening, lost in every sense of the word, stared at the abandoned building. He wanted to turn and run, turn and sprint away. He knew who was there, he could tell from the dull...

- He had fallen asleep, but a distant throb beating between his temples called him awake. He woke up feeling disoriented, confused by the hammer-like drum in his forehead, eyes nearly shut as the room phased in from a blur into actual shapes and objects. His hands rubbed the side of his...

EDIT: The story is easier to read with italics and the change in font (only for the letter scene), so I apologize if the dialogue scenes become a bit confusing. I'm too lazy to toy with the tool bar in this posting window. However, it should still be follow...followable. This is a short...

Stephen King is too wordy, but I love his stories. Ted Dekker is blunt and hardly ever wordy, and I love his stories too. Write how you want, whatever feels best. I never pick at a story for its "wordiness," or anything of the sort, simply because I like to focus on the coherency of the plot...

The best writing--I believe anyway--is the one where you yourself don't know what is going to happen. Keep writing it Vesp, but don't plot it out. See what the characters become, see what they do, and then give yourself the best gift of all--the feeling of being surprised by your own story. It's...

Ignore all religions--have faith in God. I've already been wrapped in enough "surreal," moments to know something bigger than me is walking around. I don't attend church anymore, only because I don't believe to. Yes, God loves us, but yes, he also accepts our individuality. There are so many...

Well, I haven't exactly given up on society, don't think that. I still help people when I see them falling deeper into a pit, and I will still go out of my way to help people understand things, be it either school-related or something dealing with more personal issues (I've had to serve as a...

Nick, I like you, so let me explain myself, in quick, simple terms. From ages blah through 13, I was a quiet, respectable, help-giving (Golly, I can't think of a word) young lad who went out of his way to do what he felt was right. Now, I'm not saying morals are wrong, and I'm not saying being...

*They peeked beneath the rock* *There was nothign there* *The poem walked again* Vesp said I could, so I did.

I agree with John, the last sentence was totally unexpected but a welcoming snare to lull the reader in.. Continue on with it, but don't make the lovers corny. Corny lovers are annoying to read about.

Typos are great things, especially when they're what you have to pick at. But come on, Johnny-Boy; I'm an arrogant, egotistical, 16-year-old kid, as a natural rule of thumb I'm supposed to be an asshole, both a crude and ignorant one. And I'm not talking about editors, silly, I'm talking about...

Rants and debates are two entirely different things. However, as an old man, you should be mature enough to know not to try and talk down to me with a condescending tone--one that was evident in your whole post. But, I'm a kid, so I don't care about debating and the such. I'll just poke fun at...

*I can't delete posts?*

Someone go and pick up the novel GhostWritten by David Mitchell. The asshole protagonist you're introduced to in the opening chapters is a lot like the asshole we've come to know and love of this forum. And I don't mean me, Manuscript, or some other idiot (That's right JohnB...you bastard)...

I challenge you to a rap showdown. However, I'm just so amazing, so let's say I win by default.

There is a simple yet elegant flow to it, and it was both readable and enjoyable yet just a tad elusive in the beginning (which is probably a given to any opening scene anyhow). But, I'm an idiot so please fill me in. In the opening sentence, the one of the fingers nibbling the whiskers or what...