A want-to-be poet who ventured across the road one afternoon and was introduced to story writing. Rather enjoying the new scenery...
My Name's Nicola, I'm 20 and I live in England. I've been writing for as long as I can remember, but it wasn't until 2003 that I started to write more frequently. I've been writing poetry since then and have been posting on allpoetry since 2004. I joined storywrite last year although I hadn't written any stories until recently. I'm currently writing my first story which you can see below on my "focused on" section.
Thanks for stopping by and reading my work.
Feel free to leave a comment and let me know how my first story is going.
My Name's Nicola, I'm 20 and I live in England. I've been writing for as long as I can remember, but it wasn't until 2003 that I started to write more frequently. I've been writing poetry since then and have been posting on allpoetry since 2004. I joined storywrite last year although I hadn't written any stories until recently. I'm currently writing my first story which you can see below on my "focused on" section.
Thanks for stopping by and reading my work.
Feel free to leave a comment and let me know how my first story is going.
- Last seen on Apr 27 3:19 PM. Member since March 25, 2006.
- I am a 21 year old woman (Great Britain)
- I have 7 comments, 303 poems, 3 stories, 3 philosophies, 1 journal
Stories I'm focused on
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1300 words, 1 comment, October 30, 2007
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I stood looking at the body swinging in my hand, as if the bag was a noose and I was the sadistic bitch who'd battered the bird.1400 words, 5 comments, October 9, 2007. In First person, Life, Other, Short story, Starting idea, Unfinished
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my muse has gone missing so I'm hoping this contest might tempt her to come back home<100 words, 1 comment, November 24
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I will try my best to enter. I really want to. - Slow Ship (Prose) at allpoetry
The silence followed her last words, like a slow ship on a deep ocean and lingered until I walked away. - It's nothing at allpoetry
It was the colour of the air
pushed from her palm
