Without so much as looking at her, Blake placed the tea onto the table. He stared at the water-stained table with a blank expression before turning away to the chair behind him. With one stiff movement, he sat down with closed eyes, giving a soft sigh as he did. His guest shifted uncomfortably...
"You know, I used to never understand why people liked 'cozy locations' and such. I always thought that all was needed was a place to stay and some decent food to eat. Though, after going through last year, I now can certainly see the appeal of such places," the guy with a neon green beanie...
Post 3
As one of the baseball kiddies, Faulkner was lumped into the 6th period PE where they lumped together all the other sports when they were off-season. Unfortunately, that the period was filled with a whole lot more testosterone than usual, meaning that the bullies were also here...
This one changed quite a bit from the original. Was originally going to be about a boy watching people clean up in a fantasy forest village, but that somehow, the story turned out like this!
Old Gerald lounged in his little chair, bundled up in the ridiculous red and green knit his old hag made...
Just wanted to write about a fictional location I like to day dream about
You know, there's a place that I like to visit all the time. Though, if you'd try to look it up on google maps, you wouldn't be able to find since it doesn't exist on Earth. Don't tell anyone, but my house's attic door is...
I had something magical in mind.
You know, when I was younger, I used to have a close friend of mine that I'd always play with. Though, she was a bit... special. She hardly spoke, hardly ate, and hardly went outside. With that being said, nobody was her friend (minus me), but she didn't mind...
Post 2
Faulkner scratched and wrote answers like mad. Of all the days the Mr. Gerald could have chosen, Halloween was the obvious pick, the sadistic monster. Faulkner remembered the flooding of black wisps when the teacher announced the date of the test. Compared to now however, the room was...
I scrapped this idea from another writing site earlier this week. However, because I find the concept interesting, I've decided to post it here on the forum to give it another shot. Oh, by the way, these won't be really proofread and have little planning. Enjoy.
Prologue
"That's not good," a...
A Short Hike inspired me to write something nice. Poetry? Perhaps.
What upon this crystal lake impresses? A single, filled soul, reclining along its edges. Stand up, stroll along the shore, breath as the gentle waft stretches across the waters. Crisp and cold are the ripples rolled by the wind...