Hello! I'm new as well. (See last post.)

I'm a 31-year-old Canadian mom and creative entity with sporadic writer's angst (block may not exist, but I'm not the one to judge that...) who tries to find time to write the novel that I may never even attempt to have published, depending on how everything goes.

I also pen a lot of silly rhyming poetry. ( Read more... )

It doesn't look like this place is too active though. I'm a writer (obviously, hence my being here), and I will write just about anything. Fantasy is my first love of writing, however I'll write fantasy, scifi, romance, action, adventure, comedy, horror, 1st person, 3rd person - just about anything. Fanfiction too, because it's fun to play in other ( Read more... )

Ok so this was an experiment. I looked up the titles of a bunch of Vertical Horizon songs, wrote them down on a list in an order, and tried to write an entire piece just going from thought to thought and title to title. It was sort of spontaneous. It's relatively short, just something I wanted to try.
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A note to you.

I'm clearly not everything you ( Read more... )

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Hey writer girls ( Read more... )

"I just don't wanna be here, Andrew." She said, staring out the window with a pained expression ( Read more... )

They say the sky's the limit. But they don't tell you your feet are stuck in the ground. They don't tell you you leave footprints because that's where you've gone and where you're going to be. They don't tell you about gravity and all the hundreds of things weighing you down. They don't tell you about family and how you drag them in chains with you ( Read more... )

“He doesn’t love you.”

“Shocker.”

“Then why do you bother?”

She spun around on the stool and shrugged her shoulders. Her dispassionate eyes suited her apathetic tone. “Maybe I just do.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

She looked down the bar at an old man hunkered over a whiskey sour, staring hopelessly into it like he was search for something. “It’s ( Read more... )

I used to sit on the front porch and watch you pull in at night. Seven o'clock most often. You got off work at three but somewhere four hours lost itself most afternoons. I'd sit and watch as you threw a can into the truck bed and slammed the door shut, a collision of fiberglass with itself. Your jeans were always ripped from work, the frays ( Read more... )

hey  i just joined this community, i have always had a thing for writing, just seem to find it relaxing, a way to express myself like most do i guess. i'm still in high school. i don't have a degree in English or anything its just something i like to do when i have time. I'm gonna post some things i've written when i got time, i loved for you guys ( Read more... )