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**Congratulations, you have now been exposed to the first ever completed novel done by moi. I wrote this when I was, like, seven, and at the time I was so proud of myself - but apparently I didn't know any sound effects existed other than sighing, and the amount of commas I had to remove to make this readable isn't even funny. There are still way too many. No words have been changed, only a few grammatical mistakes (but not all) and some misspellings. I also apparently had no clue how money or distance worked. Seven year old me would be frea...
**This piece is the prologue to a short series I hope to hypothetically finish sometime in this lifetime. Hopefully. I apologize for the wait, but hope you enjoy this sneak peek in the meantime! So far this one is just a struggle to get the required amount of words down. Stupid word limit* Once upon a time, the world was filled with fantastical creatures - mythical and magical all alike. Any creature that could be imagined existed.In this wonderful time, Centaurs roamed the fields, bow hunting and raising their children, and werewolves stalk...
She's the awkward friend, the one with big eyes and a careful smile. She's the friend you invite to your birthday party but she'd never be chosen for a metaphorical deserted island.She stands quietly to the side while everyone else talks and laughs, occasionally offering her input but knowing that if she worked up the courage to speak no one would hear, not really.She's the friend you cry to when you think your heart is breaking but never the one you hit up on a Friday night. She carries secrets deep and cold, carries them to the grave becau...
**TW: Themes of mental illness**The ocean calls to me.Sometimes when I sleep with my windows open, I can hear the trancing rhythm of its waves hungrily lapping at the shore, whispering my name. Sometimes they say other things, too.I tried to tell my mother about the whispers, but she just kissed my forehead and said I was being silly. I don’t think the ocean liked that. It whispered extra loud that night.Am I the only one who can hear the ocean’s voice? I hope so. I don’t get chosen often. It would be nice to have the ocean choose me, even i...
CRASH!Jonathan woke with a start, hitting his head on the desk lamp that overhung his bed as he scrambled upright. What the heck was that?The sound of something smashing to the ground in the kitchen had startled him awake. And what was that noise? Was that... scraping?"What time is it?"Still not fully awake, he frowned and grabbed his phone from its place on the bedside table. He clicked it on and blinked in the sudden light from his lock screen of the snowy late-February landscape of Halifax, Canada, where he lived. The blue digital letters...
When I sat down to write tonight, I sat down with the intention of writing something heart wrenching, honest, and ranting.That's not what happened, though.When I started typing, all of the angry words just vanished. All of the wailings and curses I had prepared just... weren't there.Life isn't always fair. That's just how it is. God puts us through trials, and all we can do is weather those trials and stay firm in his word.This time, my trials come in the form of divorce.Divorce.Gosh, I hate that word. That word only leads to bad things. But...
**Title credit to Tom Skye**You have probably heard my story, even if you don't think of it as mine. I have no idea what stories that cursed goddess' has spread since what she did to me - but I know that they won't be accurate. After all; No one likes to give credit to their enemies.Perhaps I should explain. Athena was not my enemy, not at first, but she never liked me. I never liked her either, so we were even.In all honesty, I think she was just jealous. Actually, I take that back. I know she was just jealous. So what if I was better at we...
This is the story of my writing journey - mostly. some elements, like people's names and exact conversations are made up - partly for privacy reasons, partly because I forgot.If you are looking for a drama-filled, super entertaining story where the dog makes it to the end, this is not the story for you. If you are looking for a simple read about your average Joe, it is up to you whether or not you enjoy it. I am warning you; this is mostly for me, because I want to do this, so it will have its fair share of grammatical mistakes, rabbit trail...
October 14, 2024I'm not sure why I'm doing this. I hate writing, and Nana knows that - but she still wants me to write this stupid diary.It's not really my fault that I ended up in 'Aunt Lainey's School for Troubled Girls', anyways.Am I a troubled girl? I never thought so. Sure, I got into some mischief, but what self-respecting 13-year-old wouldn't?It’s not fair. It’s not fair because I'm here, learning how to make friendship bracelets and play 30 questions and talk about my feelings while Amber is out there, living happily ever after with ...
Nyx trudged unhappily behind Arron as the fair-skinned boy led him and his sister deep into the heart of Briarwood. they had been walking for two days now, and Arron barely let them rest."We have to get to the treebridge to wait for Bria." he would insist, shaking his head whenever Mina or Nyx requested a break.Nyx paused to stare fondly at his sister. she was small for her age - she was eight, but she had been born nearly fourteen weeks early, and was thus very fair and delicate. that didn't stop her from participating in any school activit...
Nyx shivered and pulled the hood of his dark green cloak closer around his face.It was raining in Briarwood, and he and his two companions were unfortunately caught in it. The golden sun had set hours ago, and everyone else had fallen asleep - but Nyx couldn't. There was too much to think about.He shivered again, harder this time, and brushed a strand of dripping black hair out of his eyes as he stared at his sleeping friends. His eyes passed quickly over the sleeping bundles huddled around the fire, the closest bundle was that of his younge...
If you've never been hit in the head with a frying pan, you have no idea how painful it is.Sure, any metal object flying at your head at extremely high speed is going to hurt - but I'd say that a stainless-steel frying pan has got to be top five at least.Allow me to explain. my name is Kaitlyn Lochbine. As for why I am extremely biased against stainless-steel cookware; it is because one caused me to go blind.I don't quite know what happened - the details around that particular time tend to get a little fuzzy - other than that I got too close...
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