The Haunted House: Part 1At the edge of a forest was a house; an old house that had been abandoned for a very long time. So long ago that the neighbourhood kids had time to pass down legends and stories about the horrors that live within its grounds. The boys would gather at the gates and peer through the gaps and wonder aloud about the ghosts. It was said that one of them was of a woman that was murdered in the kitchen by her husband with a butcher knife. There was also a phantom dog that still barked in the night, and the child ghost that searched for someone to play with and then lure into the afterlife. Truth or dare was played on the sidewalk in front of the houThe Haunted House: Part 1
Betrayal in the StarsSomewhere in her past she forgot what the starry sky looked like. When she did catch small, fleeting glimpses of it, she would memorize them like a photograph and hold it deep within her heart. On dark dreary nights, lonely, scared and confused, she'd conjure up those images in her head and imagined herself floating up to that diamond-dust sky, no doubt made richer by her imagination. As she got older, she ignored the stars for they brought reminders of a hard past - of moments her mind refused to forget.Betrayal in the Stars
When she met him all those things changed. The world began to rush like a torrent. The stars began to glow anew with a light s
Lilies06-08Lilies
Spin, Spin, Spin, Spin The days of Summer, the days of Spring. A lily white, a lily blue, A little boat that carries you.
A little girl with rosy cheeks,
Another one that does not speak. A day too young, a night too cold, The little girl is just too bold. The other one is just too kind, Their branch-like fingers intertwined.
They roam the forest as a pair, In dying lights they know despair. They know it well but cannot see That all along She held the key. The one alone who is Beloved, By the little ones She is still lo
Soul CollectorPreludeSoul Collector
Here is a place where everything is constantly fleeting. Images and people pass you by like blurs and yet time seems to stand still. This is the great gathering. This is the watering hole. This is where the hungry come to feed. The constant struggle between man and machine creates a tension that you can feel vibrating in the heavy air. The stuffiness of the whole system is oppressive; there is a distinct feeling of being buried. Nine feet under. Away from the sun and the sky and the wind. And the whole thing smells like burning rubber, which, I gather, is what makes it distinct.
What lonely souls can one fin
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10 Tips for Novel Writers1. Don’t Find Time, Make It. Too many authors think that they will “find” the time to write sometime today or this week or next month. But think about it: when was the last time you said, “Hey, look! I just found a twenty fifth hour in my jacket pocket!” You know how many hours there are in a day, so stop fooling yourself. If you’re going to have time to write, you need to make time to write. Whether you set aside the same hour every day or use those few minutes you have between classes, make sure you’re devoting that time entirely to your writing, not sharing it with your favourite reality tv show. Writing10 Tips for Novel Writers
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Exhilarated
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"We're just living so that we can die laughing." - Sha Gojyo from Gensomaden Sayuki
~ShortStackStories *Writers-Workshop
"My blood runs cold
My memory has just been sold
My angel is the centerfold"
- "Centerfold" - J Guils Band
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Order of the Triad...assemble!
Thanks for the fav.
I will definitely have a look at your work when I get a chance.
Again thanks
Can't wait to see more!
Am I rite or am I rite?
Annnnd this must be said: stop doubting yourself so much you're really very good at this writing thing, really really very good.
I promise.
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