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Date:2010-02-03 18:28
Subject:Looking for fellow writing friends

Name: Becky
Pen name: Rebekah
Age: 27
Location: Lorain, Ohio
Writes about: Horror fiction: Occult, ghosts, witches, Tarot, Vampires and the number 13. . . and a little romance, but it's mostly realistic or dark romance
http://rebekah1213.livejournal.com/87631.html a blog: I posted about books for those who have writer's block.

I am looking for more friend who enjoy writing and are encouraging, because it is easy to get distracted and writing isn't always easy.


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Date:2009-10-31 19:20
Subject:Fairy Tail

 Here is a fairy tail about White Girl. Thank you for all who inspired it... :-)

White Dreams of White Girl

Once upon a time a white-white girl who leaved in a white-white garden had a white-white dream to fly white-white plane in white-white clouds together with white-white prince on a white-white stallion (oops.. sorry, probably the stallion wouldn't fit in the plane, unless it's white-white Dreamliner)  

She was leaving white-white life and had white-white relations with all white-white people, had white-white clothes, ate white-white food and drank white-white wine. She was doing everything in white-white way and tried all other people to do the same. But one day one pink person smashed a white-white cake in her white-white face.

"Why?" you would ask. Because she was a BeBe and also pink is a good color too :-)))

The end

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Date:2009-10-29 13:36
Subject:MANEKIBOOK - качество нашей мануфактуры...

Наша скромная мануфактура начала выпуск записных книжек ручной работы MANEKIBOOK.

Читать - тут (оф. сайт)
Смотреть - тут (галерея на Flickr)

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Date:2009-10-06 22:48
Mood: hopeful

Constructive criticism welcome!

Libromancy is the story of Cassie Clarke, a seventeen-year-old girl who loves nothing better than a good book, and wants nothing more out of life than to write. When she is selected to attend a progressive school for girls who want to become writers, under Headmistress Mrs. Pershing, who is herself a well-known author, Cassie is ecstatic. But her feelings quickly change when strange things start happening. Girls vanish, flowers bloom in winter, the moon rises full three times in one month and not at all the next, and Cassie is no longer receiving letters from home. And then there's the question of who or what lives in the cellar under the school.


I may not remember much, but I remember the first time I heard about the school. I was seventeen. No, that's no good; I was seventeen for too long. This was back when I had just begun to be seventeen, when nothing really odd or unusual had ever happened to me. If you had asked me then what I planned to do with my life, I would have said college, then perhaps a family. And I'd write. Oh, how I longed to be a writer! I suppose I am one, now. Everything else is gone, but I can still put pen to paper and tell my story -- the only thing I was given in trade for all that was taken from me.

I won't bore you with the details of my early life. That would make for tedious reading, and I don't remember much about it in any case. For all intents and purposes, my life began -- and ended -- at seventeen. I've never let anyone read my diary before, but in order to do this right and in the right order, you have to understand who I was and how came to have a story to tell.

(Chapter One: History)

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Date:2009-09-02 10:49
Subject:I Knew Better

Hi I have started writing a story, and would like anyone to read it and give a little feedback.  Its about a girl in a real bad relationship with a plan to get out, and where that plan takes her.  She is still very much in love with an ex boyfriend, and an emotional wreck.  It's the first story I've ever writen, so its rough.  Anyway if anyone wants to read it its at running2forks.livejournal.com 

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Date:2009-03-17 21:42
Subject:Written Three Years Ago
Mood: curious

I wrote this three years ago. Today I found it forgotten in the mass of saved Microsoft Word documents on my computer. This is my first post. (;

What happens when the walls around you that were built for protection turn into iron gates keeping you in? I want to feel safe here. I want to find comfort in the home I grew up in and the people I’ve grown used to. That just isn’t possible anymore. I am bursting at the seams waiting to leave this penitentiary. I can see my past here in every little crack in the paint. There are so many things that I just want to forget, things that I need to leave behind. This is where my insecurity was born, here is where humiliation showered over me for the first real time, I cried here on the floor for hours with the phone pressed to my ear, and these people pretended to be nice and stifled their laughter at every step. I see it all, every gruesome little detail. Everything is engraved into my psyche and I can only think of one way to wipe it clean. I will escape - because here isn’t forever. My past will die when I let this place become dead to me. Everyone who hurt me will die with it.

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Date:2009-03-14 15:30
Subject:Something I wrote a long time ago.
Mood: loved

Love. A word most people toss around these days. The feeling almost everyone takes for granted. Not just the feeling of lust, or the wanting to have sex but the true and amazing feeling of being complete. Being utterly and absolutely dismantled, without that person you are not yourself. You are not whole.

Loss. A word that most people fear. And yet have the pleasure to know its pain. The heart, so they say, is the most powerful muscle in the body. But from such things as little as a break up can it be broken so easily. Losing the love that once made you feel complete. The feeling of trust that has now been broken.

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Date:2007-08-10 16:47
Subject:fervent to dress

Her bedroom was lonely. White walls and thick curtains. Clothes everywhere. She never slept there. She changed her clothes and left to go to the next place... to the next chase. Her mind never had to settle down long enough to remember any regrets. In one bed and out the other. Eager to get up. Fervent to dress. And out the door like wind in the night. The moon hung low and she fired up the engine, speeding down the vacant dark road. Her eyes never focusing on any detail because she didn't want to remember where she was.

I saw her yesterday when she came back home to eat dinner with her parents. And just as the sun drew closer to the next wounded night, she shut the door behind her, wearing a different dress and tall heels. Then she clatted down the walk and looked up at the sky before getting into her car.

Red hair never quits.


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Date:2007-08-01 16:44
Subject:First Post

Hey everyone!

I was hoping some of you could check out my site in which I'm going to be posting my stories on. ALl of them are fiction and usually focus on teenagers/young adults. I just started the sight, so I'm working on posting my first story, Emma and Brian that's basically about a young couple who are expecting their first child. Unfortunately, there are quite a few complications and the couple is forced to make a hard decision. 

I have yet to have many people read any of the stories I've written so now I just in search of people who are willing to read them and comment about 'em so it'd be greatly appreciated if you would check it out and tell me what you think.

Feel free to add me as a friend, as well, if you're interested.

Thanks in advance!

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Date:2007-05-23 02:34
Subject:A haiku.
Mood: somnolent.


Truth About Precipitation

Our line unbroken
Us dead peer from Heaven's ledge
Longing for love lost


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Date:2007-05-08 10:01

First of all I apologize in advance, I've posted this in several places, so if you run into this more than once I am sorry. 

This is the first bit of writing I've done in a year. It's kind of been a rough time for me, and I'm trying to get back into it. It did feel good getting this down on paper. It's just a short story that I've been working on recently. Feedback would be wonderful if you get a chance, just be nice because it's been so long. 

Also I just created a blog on blogspot. I'm planning on filling it with some of my writing, poetry, photos, ect. I'm new to blogspot so it would really be great to get a little audience there, if any of you would do that for me. 

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Date:2007-05-07 16:18
Subject:Revers Karma
Mood: bored

i see it in your eyes, a firey sorrow, its burning right through me. i tried to calm you, you turned away. all i ever wanted to say, is that i love you. i want to help you, through your pain. i want to stop the rain of your memories. i just want you to see what you can be. as time goes by, i see it in your eyes, you just want to die. out on the surface, you hide your feelings for none to see. i want you to need me, like i need you. i want you to feel it, a whole new day. let your imagination run away. fly away and sing today. look past the fog into the sunlight, i'll help you fight all your fears away. your smile is hidden in empty space, a lonely place. i want you to run in and embrace all of your traits that you long to erase. you are beautiful just the way you are. like a light inside you, your glowing bright. you started behind, now your soaring high. a wave of new spirit, flows through you. you started to sing, you started to move. you moved on a new life, left me behind. now i'm the one dying inside. now i feel your pain, raining down, it covers me up, it brings me down. i helped you see. how could you do this to me. i helped set you free, and this is how you repay me. what made you think, you had the right. i was there for you, where are you for me. i'm so sorry for myself, that you just used me. pushed away, thrown away, you didn't say, why you left away, all in one day. you killed my heart, you killed my soul. you kicked me out of your life, with a cold stare. this isn't fair. my heart, you darted. my soul, you sold. my dreams, you made bleed. who i am isn't who i should be. who i am, is no way to be. i helped you, i loved you, i saved you. you hurt me, you betrayed me. you destroyed me.

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Date:2007-05-02 17:53
Subject:Hansel and Gretel Revisited
Mood: productive

(x-posted all over the place as per usual)

Hey there! I've been being a pretty lousy writing community member as of late but I'm hoping to be able to pay more attention to things since I have more free time right now. Here is something I wrote way back in high school. And of course, I can't make a post without pimping my zine Ephemera--new issue expected to be available by the end of the week! Get all the info here. I am always looking for new submissions by writery/artistic people. :)
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Date:2007-01-24 13:48
Subject:Written October 10, 2003 by Matthew

Originally published at Memories of Matthew. Please leave any comments there.

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Over the past few days, I have been really upset. The idea of my aunt dying is really taking a toll on my daily life. Not that I want anything to happen to someone else, but my aunt happens to be my favorite relative. What upsets me even more is what my father said the other day. The man cannot come to grips with reality. Everything just somehow always relates to God. His sister is dying and he can still manage to say it is the will of God. Just writing this down almost brings me to tears. I am really confused.

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Date:2007-01-12 16:50
Subject:Written October 5, 2003 by Matthew

Originally published at Memories of Matthew. Please leave any comments there. Comments are enabled on this post, but will be screened and cross-posted to the site.

Aunt Lizzie has lung cancer. Grampa said the prognosis is not good. I am still in shock just as much as I was last night. Who would have thought a 38 year old could get lung cancer? She doesn’t even smoke. How is that even possible? I feel so bad for her and my cousins.

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Date:2006-12-29 21:59

This winter white frost has forced me inside
Here I am warm, restful and bitter to be so
This happiness barely suits me
The contentment in my life is hard and hardly welcome
I feather the pages inside my head
Step through the words and feel death stepping on my toes
From words written in years past
I remember the torment of being with you,
And it is oddly comforting
I revel in it with embarrassment
I am a traitor
And still, something inside me is desperate without it
I am dry, without inspiration
So in the dark corners of night, this turncoat turns to infamy
Because come day, I am all smiles in the light
But no matter how this woman might seem
It is nothing but a lie to me
The writer in me
Misses the misery in you

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Date:2006-12-29 14:01
Subject:Written October 4, 2003 by Matthew

Originally published at Memories of Matthew. Please leave any comments there.

Last night, Katlyn and I went to the city to get some Italian food. I cannot even remember the last time I went to an upscale restaurant. Usually I would prefer Japanese food, especially sushi, but Katlyn seems to be a big fan of Italian. I could tell how much she loved Italian food by the way she could pronounce everything on the menu.

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Date:2006-12-07 21:56
Subject:Short Story translated fro mgerman
Mood: sad

Please excuse me for my english, if it is not so correct ;-) I wrote this short story a few weeks ago, I hope you like it :-)

The Loss:

I'm missing the time. We've been the best friends. This time was beautiful and I wasn't able to appreciate it. You just know later, what you really had, when it is gone. Now I ask myself, what he is doing. Does he think about me? I don't know.

„Understand it, please“, he said to me. And I sat there, looking at him, and I didn't even unterstand. I didn't ask for the reason either. Just once I wanted to give him the impression, I don't think about me all the time. Maybe he knew, how the „Why?“ was burning on my tongue and I didn't let it out. He just wanted to leave me. It's okay, I thought, then we can let the grass grow over it.

Probably a whole forest has grown over it in the meanwhile. I don't know anymore, how long we haven't seen each other. Three years or three and a half, it's too much time. Every day I think about him. Though I haven't seen him for such a long time. But it's hard for me to accept that I am responsible for that. And it doesn't help me much when I can't apologise for it. I must understand that – without saying or thinking anything.

It was a very cold winter's day. It snowed, I liked that. The little white flakes fell on his hair and I looked very often at him. The way was totally snowed. I felt cold.
„You're so quiet“, he said. He teared me out of my thoughts. I watched him confused: „Yes. That's true“. I was going to tell it. He went a bit slower: „Why?“ I smiled. Actually you don't want to know that, I thought. I was right. I opened my mouth and watched my breath, it looked like smoke. The smoke of a fire which was going to burn. I sighed heavily: „I fell in love with you.“ He stopped going . What have I done when I was at his position? I turned around and saw him standing there, shivering, shocked, with the snowflakes on his hair. He watched me in a weird way. I didn't dare to make a few steps. In the snow our footsteps were still there, his ones stopped behind mine . I turned around again and went on alone again. Alone.

Now I am alone, too. I know, it wasn't easy, neither for him nor for me. But do we feel better now? Maybe he does. But I don't know that. Actually I don't know anything. It is sad, I thought we were the best friends. How only one sentence can destroy a friendship....

Then he took his things and left, hoping that I understood. But why didn't he understand? It was nothing I could change. He couldn't either. I felt sorry. But for whom? I felt sorry for me, I lost something which was really important to me, a friendship. Something really supreme, something precious. But that was over now.

And not even three years are enough to cover this. I wish, I wake up and everything has been a bad dream and I'm going to see him, just one more time. I miss him. Without him I'm nothing.

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Date:2006-12-07 16:52
Mood: depressed


I don’t feel any kind of love
Or any kind of need
Just the darkest space
Like the night
The eternal lonely night
I wish it’d go away
To bring my day
Though it never begins
My night never ends

There’ll be no light
No light to shine for my day
No light to keep my darkness away
There’ll be no light
No light to shine for me

I can’t feel this kind of love
You’ll never feel it either
The love I seem to need
To brighten my night
The eternal lonely night
You are too far away
Too far away to love me
I wish you could be the light
The light to bring my day


Why can’t you be my love?
My light I need so much?
I need you to brighten my night
To be the only light
The light of my life


You’ll never shine for me
But you’re still the light of my life
The love of my life

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Date:2006-11-24 13:19
Subject:Hello, new to the community.
Mood: creative

Hello, I just joined this community in the hopes that I'll get some feedback other than my boyfriend and my close friends on the few stories I write. Generally I edit other people's work--specifically my boyfriend's. I tend to deal with fanfiction far more than I do with original work. All of the things I write are generally short, and I'm just now breaking out of the fanfiction mold. I'd love to get some feedback. Thanks!

Title: Untitled
Author: J.M.M. Berns  hkpadfoot
Rating: PG sounds good
A/N: Feed back is love

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