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  • An Ode to you, Friend (Poetry) by Kartz
    A beautiful, steadily flowing piece, full of emotion and very true. Short, but easily worth the few minutes it took to read and something everyone should see to better appreciate their friends.
    An Ode to You, Friend I hate words!
    For spoken, are but air.
    I prefer your faith in me, unbroken;
    Than list to your words so fair!1

    Life brings no joy like you- friend.
    Faith, fulfillment and prophecy, blend
    In the throb of a heart with it's own,
    A heart so fami
    suggested by Much-Dipstick
  • Magma Forge- Ramifications of Rage by Kartz
    Strong sentences, Beautiful use of lyrics, Excellent words and smooth flow make this story exceptional.
     Linkin Park was his new interest. "Breaking the Habit" was the current track.

    I don't know what's worth fighting for,
    Or why I have to scream?
    But now I have some clarity
    To show you what I mean!
    I don't know how I got this way;
    suggested by Kirin
  • Brotherly Love? by Much-Dipstick
    Because the emotion that this author portrays is so beautiful to the point that it seems like non-fiction, READ, cause you're missing out on a very VERY inspirational story!!!
    "In loving memory of Jeys Endleton1

    First true love who still holds my heart in his death-cooled fingers."2

    From where I’m sitting I can’t actually see the words, because they’re on the other side of the cross, but I know they’re there anyway. I have my back to the grave at the moment, leaning my spine on the icy stone, which is cold even through my shirt. A rose is brushing on my foot, scattering dewdrops on my old trainers. Over the hill and between the old pine trees, I can see the sun rising, spilling blood red onto the clouds. The colour is too strong for my eyes so I turn back to looking west, where the sky is darker. I ca
    suggested by George Bush V2
  • Hell Call (A Script) by Yeshua
    "Hell Call" is creepy, vivid, and not over done. It has a surprising twist at the end, and if you don't respect the theatre before you read it, you will after!


    SCENE 1-AIMEE’S ROOM/ ALLISON’S CAR1

    A college age girl (AIMEE) is in her room talking on a landline phone and reading her BIBLE. The conversation is with another college age girl (ALLISON), who is using a cell phone in her car.2

    AIMEE:
    Allison, I can’t break up with him. What if I could influence him and get him saved.3

    ALLISON:
    You know that won’t work. You can’t expect someone to suddenly change just because you did.4

    AIMEE:
    That didn’t stop you from staying with me when I was struggling. You…5

    suggested by the shorty
  • Chapter 1 **Part 1** by vampirecutie669
    Very interesting plot. Makes you wander what’s lurking in the shadows.
    1

    On a crisp mid - August morning, 2007, the Magick sailed towards the island of Teregram. Liana Ricar had been leaning against the guard rail, on the top deck, since morning. She watched as the water rippled from the push of the boat. Liana was hungry, tired, and anxious to finally reach land. To pass the time she fiddled with her purple lace choker, which had a heart shaped amethyst in the middle. 2

    “See that right there?” asked a voice from behind, “That’s the East side of Teregram. It must be quite a sight coming all the way from Long Island.” 3

    Liana was not sure if she should be flattered o
    suggested by Akina
  • Illusion of Imagination by Drac
    The story is just a brilliant example how a twist and a twisted story should be. When you read a story that you know is a psychological thriller. You may try to piece the clues in your head of how it is going to work out in the end. With this story you may be willing to try to do just that, but I doubt that your mind could think that twisted enough to fully understand what would happen till you reach the last words upon the page.
    When I woke up, I knew she was gone. She was still where I had left her, sitting unmovable on the sofa, but she was gone. I kissed her forehead and sat down besides her. I could feel her hand on my thigh, but she was still not moving, there was no hand there. The invisible touch moved up from my thigh to my chest, and finally found rest upon my shoulder. The touch lingered there for minutes as I sat still, before it faded away, leaving a visible mark in my clothing where it had rested. All along, she sat there unmovable just like me, her eyes closed over empty sockets. There was a faint smile on her face, like the smile I had fallen for all those years ago.1

    S
    suggested by Audric Beaumont
  • Colors by Shadowed Phoenix
    This story was one of the most beautiful, moving stories. It is an incredible tear jerker with powerful descriptions.
    I wonder sometimes if it was the colors that drove him to insanity or if it was the colors that had held it off for so long. Three tubes of paint arranged cap to cap in a Y form on his desk with a dozen different sized paintbrushes lined up smallest to largest beneath them; was that his refuge when life got too hard? While life fell apart was it those simple items that kept him together until the very end? I like to think that at times because it seems far easier to accept than to think that he spent all those years in the room beside my own, suffering in a mental hell.1

    I do believe that I shall stick to the more positive of the scenarios for my own sanity.
    suggested by moonwriter
  • Who Ever Said Love Was Easy Was Never In Love With A Man by moon road
    Moon managed to keep the reader reading with an interesting plot twist and fantastic romance and classic heartbreak.
    (Note: This is one of those stories that is completely random. And it's pretty cliched. But that's how I wanted it to be, I think. Maybe. I'm not entirely sure!)1

    ♥2

    “I need to say this.” She stood in front of a camera. The camera was currently airing this to everyone all around the world live. It was usually her job to tell the world the latest news, the latest tragedies.3

    Now it was her job to prove to the only man she’d ever let in that she loved him. She tossed the words “I love you” out to easily, she knew because she loved quickly. He was the only
    suggested by Sky Prince
  • Shades of Her Soul by Tiger-Lily
    An excellent read and attention keeper.
    1
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    Sometimes, you're confronted by things that
    suggested by Violet Moodswing
  • Colours and Time by Moonchaser
    A touching story that makes a person stop and think about the effects of some of the attitudes in our present world.
    Red, blue and yellow were my favourite colours, part of the rainbow, which you always said reminded you of me, so cheerful and happy. It still makes me smile. Pride, joy, pleasure, sadness, everything you can feel wrapped up in colourful wrapping paper and stuck in the sky like a fridge magnet. Pride. A simple emotion that can boost you up, or bring you down. It can bring people together, or tear them apart, normally the latter. It reminds me of you and I, all we ever were, are and will be. 1

    Do you remember? I think it was May 16th, I never was good at remembering the little things, things that you would scold me for forgetting, then laugh and tell me them la
    suggested by Violet Moodswing
  • Red Flowers and Yellow Notes by Sky Prince
    A story that reminds me that the grass just may be greener on the present side of the fence after all.
    Red Flowers and Yellow Notes1

    Here in Half-Moon Bay, California, nothing interesting ever happens. I mean, the occasional gossip and death here and there, but nothing truly interesting. I didn't exactly know what I wanted, but I wanted something to occur. Life was simple; I went to work in the mornings and then off to Standford by noon. Yeah, it's around an hour drive but the commute was well worth it. 2

    In this town, filled with nothing interesting, were bland colours. The light green trees, sparkling waters, and the faded browns and tans were stunningly beautiful to a newcomer. But a twenty-one year old woman (who has lived he
    suggested by Violet Moodswing
  • Of Booze and Morons by DoozerDan
    A flawlessly executed short story that illustrates, by way of clever humour, the difference between men and women when it comes to sport - and especially the dreaded rugby season. A quick, entertaining read!
    21st of May, 2008. 1

    Of Booze and Morons.2

    It's that time of year again. The time when a bunch of men head to a field to play with their balls... Er... I'm sorry, did I say that? I meant to say play with a ball. Honest. I did.3

    State of Origin, they call it, football game of the year for Queenslanders and New South Walers. The Booze and the Morons fight it out for their state's honour. If honour is the word.4

    My husband is reading over my shoulder, he says it's the "Blues and the Maroons." Booze and Morons, however, is more fitting; it better describes the
    suggested by tallblondie
  • Women Complicated? by uscespinoza
    Interesting debate topic.
    "Masculinism" vs. equality.
    hmmmmmmmmm
    If you are someone who believes in equality, you will "enjoy" reading. Have Fun.
    So you're 14 years old and want to know why women are so complicated? I have to be careful how I word things then. 1

    Women, up until last century, right around the sexual revolution in the late 60's were "submissive" to men. It was great, in the sense that women cooked, clean and took care of their man. The men went to work, and the women stayed home, with a few exceptions of course. Now, as a result of the civil rights, the sexual revolution, women have said "enough". Women are joining the work force, contribute to the household expenses, and basically demand more from their men. Also, there is an increase of single mothers. 2
    suggested by Lost Indigo Kitty
  • The Northern Queen by Rachel Westwood
    Creative!
    The Northern Queen 1
     Sunlight glitters off silver scales.
    Liquid splendour gliding through waves
    Of cotton clouds of dragon's breath,
    In sky of sunlit beauty.2

    Wings that shimmer in the light,
    A silver hue that shines out bright.
    Circling above her mountain lair;
    Realm of stone, and ice.3

    Landing soft and soundlessly;
    A great draconic fantasy,
    Dips low a long and sinuous neck
    To peer into the gloom.4

    Great orbs of shining blue do glare<
    suggested by lisbet5
  • Summer's Rain by Andrew Timothy
    The descriptions are exceptional in this short piece. It made me look at rain a little differently.
    I just sat there outside. It was cold. The rain came down on the tented veranda, bouncing off the high areas and pooling near the lower ones. Suddenly, a gust came up, blowing the top tent and sending a torrent of salty brine onto the patio below where I jumped. My spine tingled from the coolness of the raindrops blown to my clothes. Yet the air felt so fantastic on my face—how warm it could be even without the day’s sun. It was nearly midnight. The skin felt heavy under my eyes and my lips drooped slightly. The lightning was so beautiful against the clouds. My body shivered. 1

    “Hello,” I said, for it seemed like an almost-right thing to do. But I did not expe
    suggested by SageSyren
  • Mercy by Missi
    This is so different to any other story.
    It has a MAJOR cliffhanger. Miss's stories show emotion and connects with the read.
    This made me think and I loved it!
    Some people tell me to forget about it, some take pity on me while some lower their heads in shame as if it was them who went through MY pain. Well they never did.1

    They say some things are better left unsaid yet if they were me…they would seek more revenge.
    But some things never change2

    I feel like crying as flashbacks appear, I want tears to roll down from my uncaring face as I close my eyes and remember.3

    Remember the pain that is still left in my heart. To feel the burns across my face as the cuts on my wrist slowly fades away.4

    I want to torture him as much
    suggested by xnuriax
  • Letters to world #1 by Missi
    This is a letter which has a bit of humor, if you read this story/letter.. it will make you think about everything. Please put this on the spot light... Its something NEW AND ORIGINAL
    Letters to world #11

    I don’t understand why I’m writing this, I don’t understand how I’ll end it but I do understand that something will come out of this.
    I hope you don’t reject this, I hope you don’t think because in these letters thinking isn’t allowed. In these letters shouting is forbidden and wanting is prohibited.2

    I want to start this with a meaning, not about a rant or a letter to a friend.
    However something that will stick in your mind. I am now wondering if this will be any success or if this will end in tragedy. I don’t want to worry about my spelling mistakes and I don’t want to know about your opinions… jus
    suggested by xnuriax
  • Chapter 10: Tales of An Unwilling Vampiress by Tiger-Lily
    Exceptional indeed - a great protrayal of highschool life and dramas without sounding like a tired soap - and chuck a vampire into the mix and you've got it made!
    Chapter 101
    The Silent Shadows2
    [[removed due to copyright issues]]3

    suggested by RxxSpiritWolfxxJ
  • World Without Men by robert davidson
    A peak into the future that makes a person think.
    WORLD WITHOUT MEN1

    By Robert Davidson2

    For thirty years now the world had been without any births of male children. Females proliferated. The Y chromosome had become obsolete.3

    Karen and Sylvia had been partners for eighteen years and were reasonably happy together. But about once a month Sylvia, with Karen’s somewhat reluctant agreement, went to stay with one of the older remaining men. Adam Wainwright, who had just turned fifty-five. 4

    Men even old men were now at a premium, with about o
    suggested by Violet Moodswing
  • Dazzling Melody by Nagamasa
    This poem is so beautiful! I think everyone who reads it will get a tear in their eye. Very wonderfully written! I know you'll enjoy it!
    When I first looked at you,
    I first met you at that fateful place
    The scent that drifted in the air
    That brought us together
    Didn’t we meet by fate?
    I’ve always kept this overflowing feeling warmness
    That I had when I’m with you
    So that it won’t ever disappear1

    Whenever you whisper to me,
    I felt a tingling warmness in my heart
    A feeling I never felt before
    Just for you, I’ll sing just for you
    Bringing every emotion I had within
    Unlocking the very desires of you heart2

    Melody that echoes
    Through thousand folds of woven fabrics
    A powerful voice across the world
    The dazzli
    suggested by Miss Hanako Megumi
  • [ The Demon within: ] by itachi
    Wonderful, action packed story! I loved this so much! You will too!
    The Demon within:
      Chapter 1: Mercy1

    2

              Olivia held Mara by her neck up against the stone wall. Mara grabbed Olivia’s wrist struggling to get free. Olivia watched Mara’s face as she continued to gasp for air. Olivia smiled as Mara’s yellow eyes begun to wonder slowly closing. Olivia heard an excruciating scream within mind. She covered her hears as she screamed in agony. Her pure black eyes had then changed to her normal silver. Her hair had then reverted back to its normal red hue. Mara sat on her knees coughing as air en
    suggested by Miss Hanako Megumi
  • Staircase[1] by whenever love dawns
    Beautifully written! Just amazing...
    Why?..... 1

    Why?..... 2

    Why!?...  that word echoed throughout the tear-stricken brunette's head repeatedly as she tore herself from her father's arms. Those same exact pair of arms welcomed her and Rachel into a shared embrace just hours earlier.3

    Who has the right to take her from me? She couldn't take another death... not again. 4

    " I hate you! How could you just sit there and allow your daughter to die? And after what happened with Brian!" the brunette screamed knowingly tearing her parents hearts apart with each word. She watched as her m
    suggested by Miss Hanako Megumi
  • The Stupidly Late Insomnia Show- Episode 5 by CaptStarr of Tardis
    This is going to be a HIT on SW soon and I think everyone should join to stay with the SOON TO BO GREATEST SHOW ON SW!!
      Fal: *rides in on a zipline*
    Welcome to the show everybody!!! *jumps around*
    I am your host, StoryWrite's Fal Starr and we have a fantastic show for you tonight!... It's a great day for America, everyone... Let me tell ..
    Well, actually. It's kinda of a crappy day America.. or.. at least for Iowa. The floods they've been having are mucking up their corn production. 1

    I know! It's a tragedy!
    Seriously though, corn prices are expected to go up because the state actually produces so much of our corn... I know, you're saying 'Who cares, Fal. I don't even buy corn. Corn is for losers
    suggested by No Comment
  • The Stupidly Late Insomnia Show- Episode 4 by CaptStarr of Tardis
    This is the first of its kind here on SW. A brilliant, hilarious idea, with a sarcastic host, humorous cohost, and brilliant setting and guests. xD It deserves more recognition.
    Fal: *slides down curtain, nearly tripping*
    Welcome to the Show everybody! I'm your host, StoryWrite's Fal Starr. It's a great day for the Internet, everybody!
    Why, you ask?
    Well. ..Good question!...Lots of stuff happened this weekend. Father's Day, the Hulk movie...
    Who wants to spend their weekend watching a large angry man in stretch pants.. I mean, really ... I'd rather watch the Hulk!
    1
    Davis: Nice!...2
    Fal: .. .But really. New Hulk movie.. I haven't seen it yet... The other one was cruddy.. but I have hopes for the new one. I mean, there's a expert cast..
    suggested by Tiger-Lily
  • Charlie The River Boy by Rosemary
    A touching story of youth, innocence and life lessons.
    In the days before pre-school was popular, I learned my lessons on my mother’s linoleum kitchen floor from the coffee clutch. It was there a gathering of neighboring women and sisters would get together after the children went to school, the husbands went to work, and the morning housework was done.1

    I was the unexpected child that came to my parents late in life. While all the other siblings and the other children were off to school I occupied myself, since I had no playmates until after three in the afternoon. To keep me busy while they conversed, my mother would sit me down with my Betsy Wetsy, a Tiny Tears dolls and a dishpan so I wouldn’t get the floor we
    suggested by Violet Moodswing
  • NO CHILD LEFT BEHIND (A Well-Balanced Education) by AlmostConfident
    "AlmostConfident's" "No Child Left Behind" piece is exceptional because it was provocative and antagonized me to consider such that I've never considered before. Yes, she's my sister, but she's also taught me everything I know and love about writing, reading, learning and now wondering, questioning and thinking as well. The story is about teaching different religions in Public Schools, but the unique thing about it is that she refers to the different religions as "various alternative subjects" and provokes your stimuli to action. My sister is a great writer and I hope to follow in her foot steps and be half as good as she is someday. Inquiring an inspiratinally-encouraging read, check out "Almost Confident's" "No Child Left Behind" piece (hopefully on the front page).
    Essential Question: Should the alternative subject of Intelligent Design (in accordance with various postulates and theorems on the beginning of the universe, the coming-about of man-kind and everything in existence) be taught alongside or instead of the theory of Evolution in Public Schools? (Message to the reader: the following piece is rather opinionated).1

    Thought Provoking Questions From An Undereducated Public School Student: Dear reader, (consider the following)…
    How important is the government that governs, without the governed?
    How important are the governed, without the government that governs?
    How important is the teacher that teaches, w
    suggested by DrummerBoyPianoMan
  • Letting Go by KillMeQuickly
    A piece from a new author we all should read, because I'm sure we can all connect with this beautiful write about love, loss, and letting go.
    Things are always changing.1

    Sometimes it's good.2

    Sometimes it scares the shit out of me.3

    I could be change's best friend if I ever let go of things. But I love remembering things, like memories about friends, or guys I fell in love with. I try to let go of things like elementary school and fights I had with my friends... even guys I liked last year are easy to forget. 4

    But I'm not talking about last year I'm talking about here and now. Today, not yesterday. And today, I can't let go of one guy that I want to so much because, of all the pain I've been through bec
    suggested by sarah equals crazy
  • Every Rose Has Its Thorns by tallblondie
    A cleverly written short story in which double meanings and carefully worded phrases are put to full use. It's a great read for anyone. Slow people (as in not so quick to piece things together), don't worry - if you don't figure out what happened before the end of the story, you can take a look at the author notes for help. I hope you will enjoy this piece as much as I did! ^.~
    Maria bent down arthritically as she tended the roses that grew along the northern wall. Though she had entered her autumnal years, she still found the energy to take care of her award-winning blooms. From a bucket at her feet, she spread pungent organic material at the base of her plants, its texture gritty even against the gloves she wore on her hands. 1

    She had just finished scattering the last of the fertilizer as her close friend’s husband strolled past on his morning constitutional. He tipped his hat politely. “Pleasant day to you Maria,” he said with a smile.2

    Maria straightened painfully. “And to you too, Win
    suggested by Lover of Stories
  • Assassin2 by Andy Stephenson
    This story bops along just like any old normal happening, then bam, it scares the daylights out of you.
    1

    School let out and Anise went home as quickly as she could. She had finished her homework at school, but she still had chores to do when she got home. She arrived at the front door, took her key, and unlocked it. She was anxious to get on the internet.2

    In the kitchen on the refrigerator was a note from her mother. It read, 'Darling, we'll be out late dancing. Don't stay up past twelve. Do your chores and homework before you get on the computer. Remember, be in bed by twelve. Love, Mom.'3

    Her parents were always worrying over her, it seemed like. Twelve o'clock wasn't really late on
    suggested by Violet Moodswing
  • Entwined by Tiger-Lily
    One of the most beautiful stories on this site; seriously and I don't say that lightly! Read the whole thing and you will be rewarded most lavishly with tears.
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    Dark all around me, forever a dying dusk. Nothing to be surprised over; it was always gloomy around me.3
    The piercing beams of strobe lights around the room ironically did not cut through the shadowy shield. But only because it really wasn’t dark here. Millions of light
    suggested by Lost Indigo Kitty
  • The Dance by skye01
    Beautiful!! Just Beautiful!!
    It has been two hundred and fifty-five years since she decided to return to earth, yet, once again.  She entered this world with a list of lessons to be learned and fears to overcome. It is ironic, however, that as we return to this world to expand our Higher Self by overcoming our fears and shortcomings we forget them the older we get and begin to experience the challenges of life that give us the very opportunities to expand our consciousness and reverse our previous karma. 1

    The truth for her was that as long as she could remember, she never felt like she belonged here. She was never grounded and often took flight from her body to
    suggested by Miss Hanako Megumi
  • To Live or To Die III by bakermiddle
    Very energetic, good story and great characters.
    It was a beautiful Monday morning as I walked up to the finely polished oak door of Jamika's home. I knocked on the door three times and stood waiting for an answer.1

    Eventually, Jamika's mom, a short, tan colored woman with long black hair, came to the door and said, "Hello Andrew. How are you today?"2

    I cleared my throat and said, "I'm doing great! How are you?"3

    "I'm doing well," she answered as she motioned for me to enter. 4

    I entered the house, closed the door behind me, and said, "So...is Jamika ready?"5

    "She should be coming d
    suggested by Miss Hanako Megumi
  • Prologue: The Dwarf of Silver Peak by Crimson12100
    This story (The Dwarf of Silver Peak), is Extraordianry. It shows the awesome points of fantasy and it shows how descriptive a story can and should be. This story is great and keeps you wondering, hanging off the edge of your seat, until the very end, where you will be left at such an intense cliff hanger, you will be threatening the author and breaking your PC's screen waiting for more. It is the intro to a whole other kind of story, that I am one hundred and eighty three point two percent positive you will become interested in and addicted to like nicotine.
    The dwarf looked down from his perch on Silver Peak puffing on his long stemmed pipe contentedly. The serene beauty of Silver Peak always left him in awe. The small patches of evergreen trees with their snow capped tops, the chatter of small animals in the woods, and the sound of the wind rushing through the leaves of the evergreens was always calming to him.1

    What always caught his attention though was the sky; especially at dusk. The sun was just finishing its daily journey across the sky, leaving behind a crimson shadow that filled the already darkening night air. No matter how many times he saw the sun setting on Silver Peak the dwarf knew that he woul
    suggested by Camo
  • Sakura Petals by Forsaken Unicorn
    A really great Fanfic story!! I loved this when I read it and you will too!!
    The night was still young and the club was just opening. A tall man walked into the door and quickly sat down in the closest chair. He tapped his hands on the table and a waitress quickly rushed off to the bar tender. His brown eyes examined the club. The band was setting up and running over music sheets. Suddenly the waitress came over with a bottle and a single shot glass. She filled the glass and was about to leave when the man grabbed the bottle from her hand.
    "Leave the booze." he said, taking her by surprise with his deep voice.
    She smirked and went off, getting another tables order as it filled up.1

    The man sat there with the same shot f
    suggested by Miss Hanako Megumi
  • Burning Planet by Roesor
    Wonderful story!! Full of detail and action, wonderful characters and a good story line too! You'll love this story!
    The ship entered the outer part of the eight planet solar system in the early hours of the morning according to the ships clock, near to a collection of various sizes of dust, ice and rock particles that circled the yellow coloured planet that was later recorded to be the sixth planet from the systems sun. 1

    The ship emerged to an inaudible, yet visually stunning crackling of energy, lightening-like blue bolts twisting, spiralling and zigzagging across and over the simplistic oval hull of the craft, much to the delight of young Jui’et, who was sat up in bed marvelling as always at the electric blue crackling as it danced past her viewport. She held no care tha
    suggested by Miss Hanako Megumi
  • Sky by Olinda
    This story is so very well written and so magical! I loved it!
    The horse softly whickered and slammed a heavy hoof to the ground. He whisked his tail back and forth, stinging me on the face like a hard whip. My fingers fumbled in the night, searching through the darkness as I tried to attach an old Arabian rein on the harness. 1

    It sparkled red and gold even in the darkness. 2

    The desert air was still and choky, and I gasped for breaths of air as I prepared Myth for the long ride ahead of us.3

    "Take a horse with you." The old man, Rahim, had said. "Camels are traitors. They run for long periods and make no signal of tiring. Then, when you are in the middle of
    suggested by Miss Hanako Megumi
  • The Clearing by SageSyren
    This was so beautifully written, the story has so much detail and story to it!! You'll love it!
    “Are you sure you saw it come this way?" asked Marisa, twisting her white apron with nervous fingers.1

    I sighed softly, already frustrated with her. Although, we'd only just started our trek through these woods. "Yes, Marisa, twice I've seen the foretold white fawn enter the Mystic Wood." I stepped over a fallen tree trunk, lifting the hem of my linen skirt. 2

    "I don't see why we must leave our homes forever,” she complained.3

    I clenched my fist tighter around my skirt as I tried to not let my impatience show. "The land has changed. The disease grows quickly. If we are to survive, we must find a
    suggested by Miss Hanako Megumi
  • Chains by Ary
    It is so beautifully written and the message is very well thought out and overall very good. The dialogue is amazing and the love between the characters is beautifull. An must-read for everyone!
    “What chains?” I asked. “I feel pretty chainless, you know.”1

    She sighed. “Of course you feel chainless, you won’t notice them until you realize they’re there! We all carry them, we’re all bound by them in one way or another. If they aren’t constricting us, they’re binding the ones around us, our friends, our family, our spouses.”2

    -“I’ve been with you all day… I know you’re not high.”3

    “Shut up.”4

    -“.. Have you been watching Oprah?”5

    “Shut up! Don’t act like you’re stupid, I know you’re not.”6

    She look
    suggested by nixers
  • Mars by valentine7
    Exceptionally well written, wonderful details and wording.
    I hate Mars—I am afraid of it—for when you become part of the red planet, you see it for what it really is...Evil.1

    It was in the ethereal winter the two moons; Phobos and Deimos shone down on Valles Marineris, the largest canyon, where I wondered up. The ethereal winter of -14 degrees, the low atmospheric pressure and the low thermal inertia of Martian soil. And as I walked by the frozen ice caps I saw unwonted cracks creased with red light. Silent and sparkling, bright and malevolent, those moon-cursed ice caps were. Whilst from the embowered banks the red rock quivered sadistically in the opiate night-wind. There in the shadows staring back with the siniste
    suggested by Miss Hanako Megumi
  • A Different World From Eight Storeys Up by Paragonz Shadow
    This story will blow you away!
    The descriptions, details and the whole storyline is magnificent. You'd be doing yourself a favour by reading this!
    Magnificent!
    I stand on the edge of the roof and stare down at the traffic below me, a bottle of some cheap alcohol dangling from my loose fingers, dangerously close to slipping over the edge. I figure a city that boasts it 'never sleeps' should have a lot of people around, but other than the thousands of different cars hurrying from here to there eight storeys below me, I'm completely alone. 1

    I clumsily bring the bottle back up to my lips and chug another mouthful, trying to block it out. All of it. Broken bones and mutilated flesh and twisted smiles and homicidal urges of my own. Murder investigations aren't uncommon for a homicide detective, in fact they sort of run in
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  • My Vampire Ending by AlliKatt
    Very good story, good descriptions but the author hasn't uploaded the beginning so it might lose you a bit. Amazing story, you'd be doing yourself a favour by reading it!
    I rest my hand on the wall, steadying myself. I remember how I could feel every crack as if they were canyons. It all feels the same now, cold and numb. I search the walkways, squinting into the shadows, straining to hear the slightest hint pointing out where they went. Clumsily, I step forward towards the blackness of the nearest alleyway. I feel as if everyone around is staring at me, as if they know what I am. The weight of all my victims is upon my shoulders tonight. Had I have been myself, or the monster I was, the boy would not have gone through the suffering as he must be going through right now. I would end his torture. Its always been about survival to me. "You're too human! They ar
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  • If Love Were Enough by Paragonz Shadow
    Beautiful, though poignant piece, with realistic characters and palatable descriptions. The heartbreak of death balanced out by the infinite possibility of love... Fantastic read.
    His footsteps echoed through the labyrinth of white hallways as he walked the well trodden path to her room. The hospital was deserted, not unusual for the early hours of the morning. He never could get used to the clinical place, despite the months he had spent within its chipped white walls. The smell of antiseptic and sickness, and even worse, that of death, still played havoc with his stomach, and no matter how many vases of flowers or happy posters the waiting areas were littered with, the rooms still sent a shiver down his spine. 1

    God, he hated hospitals. 2

    He paused when he came to the elevator and gingerly stepped insid
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  • Tears in a Casket by WritersEffigy
    A wonderful piece, that displays excellent emotion.
    He walks the halls everyday. People pass by, some noticing, some not. It doesn't matter to him really. If someone notices him, they notice him. If someone doesn't, well its just another bothersome human being he doesn't have to deal with. He doesn't walk with the weight of the world on his shoulders, simply his own self-created woes. He doesn't walk knowing each step may be his last, but only that each step brings him no further to his goal.1

    His friends all watch him go about his daily routine, thinking nothing wrong. He tries his best to put on a mask, and keep his feelings down. But every time he walks by, he knows that he has failed. No one understands how
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  • The Silent Era/Chapter 1: Begining of the Plan {Please read Author's Notes} by Silverwit
    A wonderful, wonderful story! You'll enjoy this story a lot!
    Wonderful characters and beautiful scenery!!
    Take a peek!
    A soft murmur escaped from Jing's lips as he lay unmoving in a snow bank. His brow furrowed when a cold sensation cascaded down his cheeks, forcing him to open his eyes in both curiosity and disgust. He groaned as his chestnut eyes caught sight of drifting snowflakes. 1

    "Another snowfall?" He never minded the white winters of the semi-mountainous country, but this was too much! It had just snowed harshly for three weeks straight and now another was beginning. It must be a harsh rain season back in the other worlds. That would be the only possible explanation, for the seasons differ between the worlds. Whether that was the reason or not this was bound to be one
    suggested by Miss Hanako Megumi
  • Mort of Magic by Gary Alexander
    This is a very enchanting story, this is written by a friend of mine whom I respect very much for his work. I think people would enjoy reading this story, as I have heard wonderful things about it from other people.
    I liked this and I think other people will like it too. : )
    Mort of Magic1


    I first met Mort at the Bellmore Cafeteria on Broadway in New York City. On Saturday afternoons it was the place where magicians congregated to entertain and amaze one another, socialize, and show and tell; just about everything but eat. Mort loved to eat and made an unabashed ritual of it during the week, when he gathered at one of the other, more formal magical meeting places for luncheon. He would open his suit jacket and tuck one of Rosoff's large linen napkins behind his shirt collar, straighten the square over his large mid section and ask what kind of soup was being served today to start with. 2

    But on
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  • The Agents of Karma by dgarland
    This is just an amazing story that has flown under almost everyones radar. An awesome idea that deserves more reads.
    You don’t know it, but I know everything about you…the good, the bad, the boring. It’s my job to know it. Call me a stalker if you’d like; I’ve been called worse: “murderer”…“criminal”…“the downfall of society.” It all rolls off the shoulders, because I know the truth about my identity. The truth that most people don’t realize is what they really want, but people are often scared of the truth. The truth is that I am not the maniacal, homicidal fanatic that people portray me to be, but I am an agent of Karma—more specifically a Watcher.1

    Most people don’t know about the agents of Karma, but even more people think that they do and have a poor concept of it…so al
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  • A Different World From Eight Storeys Up by Paragonz Shadow
    Another great read by Jacs - this is one hell of a story, contained, and emotional - with her unique quirky humor. This will surely make you empathize with her characters, and basically, if you don't like it, something's wrong with you!
    RJ
    I stand on the edge of the roof and stare down at the traffic below me, a bottle of some cheap alcohol dangling from my loose fingers, dangerously close to slipping over the edge. I figure a city that boasts it 'never sleeps' should have a lot of people around, but other than the thousands of different cars hurrying from here to there eight storeys below me, I'm completely alone. 1

    I clumsily bring the bottle back up to my lips and chug another mouthful, trying to block it out. All of it. Broken bones and mutilated flesh and twisted smiles and homicidal urges of my own. Murder investigations aren't uncommon for a homicide detective, in fact they sort of run in
    suggested by RxxSpiritWolfxxJ
  • Rainy Days by Pink.Lady
    A story that will warm your very core. Grammar, spelling, and the plot are all clean and the plot is really cute.
    These kinds of days make some people want to just close their eyes and crawl back under the blankets, nestled in warmth.1

    Not me.2

    It was pretty early, six thirty on a rainy Saturday morning when he called.3

    “Kate?” His voice was breathless, earnest. “Did I wake you up?”4

    “No,” I could feel my heart leap. “Honestly, I was just going to call you.” I stared out my window into the downpour. The leaves on the trees were being flattened into submission by the pounding rain.5

    “Hungry?” he asked, and I could hear his hope through the phone.
    suggested by Sky Prince
  • Five Person Story: Main by IWillLoveYouForever
    The biggest collaborative story in SW so far! Brought to you by Crazy-KITTY-cat, Marvin, Keyootee, Tiger-Lily, and RxxSpiritWolfxxJ. Read it and find out what happens when five authors bring their own personas onto a totally unscripted page ...
    Leslie (by Crazy-KITTY-cat) 1

    Driving down the roads, in the night rain, I knew we were lost. My boyfriend wouldn't admit it, though- he was too manly for that! As the rain fell harder, the streets felt more unfamiliar, the night getting darker, and the town emptier, I told Jack, "Just turn around and stop at that one open bar we saw!"2

    He grumbled something I didn't catch, but probably wasn't something I wanted to hear anyway. The day had been long, and we were both on edge. I just wanted to find our hotel and get to sleep. However, that wasn'
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  • Perfect Octave by St.Pandemonium
    Very good story, relatively easy to follow. This user has worked hard to make this story her own, detailed and full of color and life.
    I think people will enjoy reading this.
    Rose smiled as a goddess of the sun would. She moved her fingers across the foam-white keys like an elegant arachnid. She dug into them, felt them, and became them. There was something immensely satisfying about placing herself at the piano. The piano was her life, her hopes, her fears. Falling into the spell of Beethoven’s Fifth Symphony, she slyly reveled in her efficiency. When Rose was two she was the fairy princess and all the fruits in the kitchen were her gossamer-winged confidantes. When she was six she was a Jedi Master, and when she was ten, she was the owner of all things pretty. Besides, what ten-year-old girl doesn’t think she is the Ultimate Empress of the World? Bu
    suggested by Miss Hanako Megumi
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