People call me Ginjar, or more my boyfriend's friends. I am only half ginger unfortunately; I have Strawberry Blonde hair not red.
I use to write tons of stories, I'm going to find the best of the older ones. Now they won't be that good because I was younger with less writing experience. I know some could use a bit of a clean up, as well as more details. So just comment on them. Tell me how I can make them better, and I will return the favor of commenting on one of you're stories as well.
I love writing, I'm talented at it I believe. The only problem I have is simply, I can't ever seem to finish any of my stories.
SO IM TRYING SOMETHING NEW
I'm putting all the stories i've ever started on this site. If you read a beginning of my story and like it tell me, i'll continue to add more to it than. I also will accept ideas of where to go with the stories. Over time I'll be editing, reworking, rewriting, and cleaning up my stories.
Thank you for your help,
-the ginger
I use to write tons of stories, I'm going to find the best of the older ones. Now they won't be that good because I was younger with less writing experience. I know some could use a bit of a clean up, as well as more details. So just comment on them. Tell me how I can make them better, and I will return the favor of commenting on one of you're stories as well.
I love writing, I'm talented at it I believe. The only problem I have is simply, I can't ever seem to finish any of my stories.
SO IM TRYING SOMETHING NEW
I'm putting all the stories i've ever started on this site. If you read a beginning of my story and like it tell me, i'll continue to add more to it than. I also will accept ideas of where to go with the stories. Over time I'll be editing, reworking, rewriting, and cleaning up my stories.
Thank you for your help,
-the ginger
- Last seen 1 day ago. Member since July 17, 2008.
- My mood is , and quote is "lost".
- I am a 15 year old girl (United States)
- When I'm not writing, I'm a student.
- I have 16 comments, 50 poems, 6 stories
My Stories
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“I’m running away you know… And I’m not coming back, I promise you that,” Mavvy whispered as she stared at her feet. Next to her on the couch sate two bags, and a baby seat. A silent baby slept beneath the thin pile of covers900 words, January 3
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“When people go crazy… Where do they go crazy?" Maybe it’s so beautiful that it captures in people and makes them one of its own.500 words, January 2
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Placing the sharp edge of the knife on his arm he felt the familiar sting he slid his head back, his long blonde hair falling off his dista
My Poetry
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<100 words, 3 comments, November 8
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no joy to be found where it use to have been,
books are shelved, gathering dust,<100 words, 3 comments, September 26 -
And he’s already hurt me as much as he can
You are a whole new field of broken glass
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- The mother of my Love at allpoetry
You have damned this once sweet, sweet girl
She will crisp in the belly of hells depths - Hazel Brown's at allpoetry
‘He’s the best you’ll ever have’,
Starring at the wall she prays he’ll love her more. - Your baby girl died. at allpoetry
‘If I told you I’ve had sex, what would you say?’
You said simply
‘Why would you tell me? I wouldn’t have to know’
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MrsSpunkRansom on January 22OH
MY
GOSH
I just realized something.
I visited your page at 4:20 PM.
Spooky, right?
*shiver*
