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posted by twilight_23
This is a piece I wrote for an essay contest about a year ago. It's extremely short because they wanted us to keep it around 500 words, but I thought I would post it anyway. I love comments! Hearing what other people have to say about my stories is probably my favorite part of writing, so don't be shy, tell me what you think(: Also, if I made any mistkes (i.e. spelling, grammar, punctuation) please let me know so I can fix them, thanks:D


As I walk through the doors of my new high school, I see my best friend at the end of the long hallway. She's standing in front of her locker and she looks over and waves to me, motioning for me to come talk to her. As I walked down that hallway, someone called my name. I looked around for the unknown voice, but kept strolling forward as I did so. That was a mistake, I'm not a very cordinated person, and I hadn't noticed a custodian cart in the middle of the walkway. My foot caught the side of the wheel and I fell headfirst into a trash can!

You couldn't even imagine how horrible I felt! On my first day of high school, I completely wiped out in front of what looked like half f the Freshman class.

I opened my eyes then, my heart beating like crazy from my nightmare of complete embarrassment.

After I took a shower and got ready, I still couldn't tell if my heart was still racing from my dream, or if I was just excessively nervous. It was the first day of high school and everyone seemed to be really excited, except me. I was my usual nervous, worrying, clumsy self.

I was very hesitant as I walked through that same doors I had in my dream. The long hallway looked new to me, but in the same way, welcoming. I took out a piece of paper from my pocket and read my locker number to myself, 776. I knew exactly where it was. I had memorized the school map over te summer in hopes of not getting lost on that terrifying first day. But un fortunately, my locker was at the end of the hallway, meaning I had to avoid the situation from my dream. Tripping is a common thing for me, but I just couldn't bare the embarrassment on my first day. SO I walked slowly down the long hall, watching my feet and surroundings at the same time, Finally I made it to my locker, without falling!

Now, of course, tripping wasn't my only fear. Along with being extra ordinarily clumsy, I'm also unbearably shy. I had only one class with my best friend. How would I make it through the day, not knowing anyone in eight of my classes?!

The lunch bell rang and I wasn't as relieved as I thought I would be earlier that morning. I made a new friend in my geometry class and she was really friendly. I also had lunch with her, so I felt better about not having to sit alone.

The rest of my day went as smoothly as my morning had. As I walked to my mom's car, I realized I had nothing to worry about. The day had gone without incident, I guess I should stop freaking out about everything so much.


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posted by amoremusic
Please tell me why do people tend to always harshly judge me for my creative moments and seem to enjoy criticizing me for the emotional material that I write down on paper, they never once see the real person that i would, could be, some-how they never ever see the deepening convictions that surrounds me and my soul.

They try to take control of every-little thing that i say and even write out, but i'm not ashamed to really tell them how i really feel about having this empty-longing to try to expose myself, to let the world see me for who i am from the inside out.
how can they not see my heart...
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posted by shenelopefan
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"-Yo sé que lo puedo hacer- dijo Tom Downey,

Mientras se servía otra mazorca de maíz del bol

Humeante… -Estoy seguro de que con el tiempo la

Muerte de ella será un misterio, incluso para mí-"

Secret Window, Secret Garden

Stephen King

-Calma, Andy. Eso no ha sido real- me dije a mí mismo, mientras encendía un cigarrillo nerviosamente. –Ha sido un sueño. Sí, sólo una horrible pesadilla.

No podía evitarlo, pero mis manos temblaban. El placer norma del cigarrillo no calmaba mis nervios. No podía haber sido cierto. Era imposible. Yo estaba en mi jardín, sentía como el aire...
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I glance at my watch. It reads quarter past ten. I sigh and tap my feet impatiently.
I remind myself that Daddy's only human. Still I lift the curtains, expecting his Escalade to rumble down the drive and park, but it hasn't. I mean, how long can it take a fully grown man to buy a dozen eggs?
After another ten minutes he arrives home. I grin and open the door like a lady for him.
"Thank you, Arissa," he replies coolly. I close the pristine white door behind him and lightly walk upstairs. I turn to the right and walk another seventeen steps to my bedroom. I throw open the door and settle into...
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