Silent Poetess

My Stories

  • “That is it. I can’t write anything. This block is murder, nothing but one sentence and it won’t pass for a novel. How the shit am I supposed to publish this?” Kit slammed the
    500 words, September 14, 2005. In <200 lines, Other, Romance
  • The child sat on a rock by the side of the road, cuddling his stuffed animal and looking at the ruins of the town. He was perhaps seven, more likely six. His knees were pulled
    700 words, 13 comments, August 28, 2005. In <200 lines, Fantasy, Horror

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