I’m a teenage writer. I enjoy creating stories and coming up with original ideas. I’d love your feedback on my stories, don’t worry about it hurting my feelings. (Forgot pw for other account 😭- it’s called Nel)
I’m a teenage writer. I enjoy creating stories and coming up with original ideas. I’d love your feedback on my stories, don’t worry about it hurting my feelings. (Forgot pw for other account 😭- it’s called Nel)
“When I was younger, there was frozen rain.
We called it snow- it was quite magical.
It would coat the ground, turning the world white.
It was, for me, the mark of the winter.”
“We only have rain now. Why not the snow?”
“The sunshine doesn’t allow for the snow.
It’s become too warm, since I was a kid.
I think you would like the snow. I miss it.”...
Do you think the sun gets lonely up there
Or it thinks its friends don’t really exist
Because they are hundreds of thousands of miles away
Or it wants to make friends here
But it’s afraid of burning us,
hurting us.
And it makes up for it
By providing light for us
Do you think it relates to us
The lonely people down here?
And it watches us
Forever above us
And wonders
If we are the same....
Golden rays illuminated the world
Coloring the sky a brilliant blue
Its light the silver linings of the clouds
The source of all of our color and warmth
Now the sun has been utterly destroyed
Its glow is simply a nice memory
All our plants have shriveled into nothing
So how much longer can we really last?...
(Don’t go home tnght.)
The text buzzed into my phone, covering part of the map that was already leading me to my apartment.
I stared at the text until the notification left. Slowly, I pulled over to the side of the road, unsure what to do.
(Why?)
No response. I didn’t recognize the number, either. My ...
dead roses
in my garden
for my dead Rose
dead roses
by the tombstone
for my dead Rose
dead roses
smell gone with time
for my dead Rose
dead roses
loved once, now not
for my dead Rose
dead roses
forgotten now
for my dead Rose
dead roses
litter the wind
for my dead Rose
dead roses
along with dead junipers
for me
and you
together
at last
I love you, Rose....
(Just yk, quickly writing. Not the best lol. I’ve also been a bit obsessed with experimenting with formatting.)
The killer’s eyes, locked into mine, never drifted to my hands…
His mistake.
The duct tape ripped within a moment. My hands separated and with one swift move, I pinned him to the wall-
my right hand
...
“I’ll stay friends with you.
Don’t
worry…”
Thank you.
“I won’t get involved. I didn’t see it.
It’s not my drama.”
I know. Thank you.
“I’m hanging out with some soccer friends.”
Okay. But tell me the truth. You’re the most honest person I know.
Is the party real?
“You can’t say that.”
But it’s true. You’re
the
main
problem.
You don’...
After the storm, things changed. Breath swirled in the frosty air. Cold snowflakes settled on my gloves, and I watched them melt into little drops of water.
Death plagued the earth along with the small beauties of the winter. Everybody mourned the losses of loved ones. Forming little melted spots in the snow beneath me, my warm tears fell, dedicated to my mother.
Gently, she would strok...
When the sirens and screams began to fade, I knew I was leaving soon. I took a last glance at the tearstained face of my mother and closed my eyes, succumbing to the everlasting sleep.
I opened my eyes and for a moment I thought I was looking at my mother again, but sadly it was a whole different face. The smell of fire and the crackling of embers radiated off of this man, giving him an aura ...