Hello, and welcome!
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Contest Hashtag: #experience

Prompt:

Write about the sense of touch.

It could be wind against the skin, or the candle flame searing flesh, I don't care.
Bonus points (in my mind) if an element (fire, earth, water, wind) is included.
No genre required.

Date: October 10th

Word Limit: No less than 50.

Prizes:
1st
3 reviews
follow

2nd
2 reviews
2 comments

3rd
1 review
3 comments

**Note:

I usually prefer poetry, but i really enjoy...

    It was the night before my 17th birthday and I was slumped over the couch, exhausted after studying religiously all day. I shoved the last spoon of week old, leftover Congee in my mouth. Teachers are cruel, I thought to myself, while flipping T.V. channels. I heard loud music outside of our quiet, empty household. They were coming from the neighbour's house. My whole family was over there, celebrating our neighbour's daughter's birthday, which so happened to...

Hi! I know I'm fairly new to this website, and I wanted to write a poem about me, so here it is! I can't reveal too much because you never know who's reading these, but here goes!



Disney is amazing,
I know every detail,
I go to Disneyland once a year,

Walt Disney's my idol,
His movies are magic,
They fill me with a sense of wonder and cheer,

I'm a proud Hufflepuff,
A house no one understands,
We are...

    I love to write about my pets and I also love to hear about other peoples' pets. In this competition you may write anything about your pet or pets. It may be a story, a poem, a single line, or a paragraph. Even though the title is "Furry Friends", any pet is allowed to be the pet that you write about, even a goldfish.  

Words: 1-500    
Deadline: October 15th
Prizes: 1st Place- Three reviews for work...

To all, I shall first address the probability that I have sent this with false coordinates. I sincerely apologize on my part, for my foolish mistake, of which, will never happen again. Therefore, I extend my greetings to any foreign recipient. If you would kindly dispose of this report or simply ignore it, your efforts will be greatly appreciated.

This leads me to my second matter. As A9005, I report my findings of a boy and a girl. Located in...

    My friend said something really real to me a few days ago. We were in Java class. I bet you can picture it, gray walls, long desks, lap tops placed in front of each student, them busy clacking their keys. A mundane buzz of "do you get how to do it?" and "can you show me?" I had asked for my lap top back when she made a weird face. Now confused myself, I asked her "what?"
    "You...

you are an effigy of nonchalant affection
ripped jeans in the snug corners of a hollow december
i think you knew what i meant when i said nothing—
unsung feelings, glances laced with vitriol
you watched me sink into paperback novels
i lived in my head all the time


you did not understand me playing
tic
tac
toe
with my emotions, bleed as they might
for lyrical mastery 
and the intricacy of a sob story
but i reeked of apathy,...

   Characters:
Alexus: Female. Alexus is fifteen. She enjoys math, flowers, and Peppermint Tea. 
Karl: Male. Karl is Alexus' cousin, sixteen years old. He spends his time failing tests, to prove that they don't really show what he knows.
Trisha: Female. Trisha is fifteen. She longs for out-of-this-world adventures, and is always trying to take grafiti to the next level.
Bark: Male. Bark is from Out of Time, and loves shocking people with his entrances. Bark feels age does not...

I’ve always struggled with friendship. I’m extremely good at making new ones, but maintaining them has always been the problem. I always would heavily rely on them. It weighed both of us down. In my middle school years,the swarm of hormones hit everyone like a hammer pounding a nail. As a young transgender boy still trying to figure out who he was, it was a time of insecurity and acne. I lost many friends due to us growing apart or...

Happiness is when my violin sings under my fingers and my bow.

Hello, and welcome!
--------------------------

Contest Hashtag: #experience

Prompt:

Write about the sense of touch.

It could be wind against the skin, or the candle flame searing flesh, I don't care.
Bonus points (in my mind) if an element (fire, earth, water, wind) is included.
No genre required.

Date: October 10th

Word Limit: No less than 50.

Prizes:
1st
3 reviews
follow

2nd
2 reviews
2 comments

3rd
1 review
3 comments

**Note:

I usually prefer poetry, but i really enjoy...

    It was the night before my 17th birthday and I was slumped over the couch, exhausted after studying religiously all day. I shoved the last spoon of week old, leftover Congee in my mouth. Teachers are cruel, I thought to myself, while flipping T.V. channels. I heard loud music outside of our quiet, empty household. They were coming from the neighbour's house. My whole family was over there, celebrating our neighbour's daughter's birthday, which so happened to...

To all, I shall first address the probability that I have sent this with false coordinates. I sincerely apologize on my part, for my foolish mistake, of which, will never happen again. Therefore, I extend my greetings to any foreign recipient. If you would kindly dispose of this report or simply ignore it, your efforts will be greatly appreciated.

This leads me to my second matter. As A9005, I report my findings of a boy and a girl. Located in...

    My friend said something really real to me a few days ago. We were in Java class. I bet you can picture it, gray walls, long desks, lap tops placed in front of each student, them busy clacking their keys. A mundane buzz of "do you get how to do it?" and "can you show me?" I had asked for my lap top back when she made a weird face. Now confused myself, I asked her "what?"
    "You...

you are an effigy of nonchalant affection
ripped jeans in the snug corners of a hollow december
i think you knew what i meant when i said nothing—
unsung feelings, glances laced with vitriol
you watched me sink into paperback novels
i lived in my head all the time


you did not understand me playing
tic
tac
toe
with my emotions, bleed as they might
for lyrical mastery 
and the intricacy of a sob story
but i reeked of apathy,...

   Characters:
Alexus: Female. Alexus is fifteen. She enjoys math, flowers, and Peppermint Tea. 
Karl: Male. Karl is Alexus' cousin, sixteen years old. He spends his time failing tests, to prove that they don't really show what he knows.
Trisha: Female. Trisha is fifteen. She longs for out-of-this-world adventures, and is always trying to take grafiti to the next level.
Bark: Male. Bark is from Out of Time, and loves shocking people with his entrances. Bark feels age does not...

Happiness is when my violin sings under my fingers and my bow.

The moon is always changing. She starts thick and wide, full as a beach ball. Then she gets smaller, until she's small as my finger. Then she grows again. Why?

The moon is not a guiding light. She does not shine for others. She is but a reflection. A chunk  of rock to busy changing her appearance to notice the sorrows of people.

She changes her looks all the time, not accepting the true beauty she is.

The moon doesn't...

    She could feel the morning mist start to tickle her toes. She laid down a bouquet of lilies and a paint-chipped comb.
    “I knew you’d forget it.” Her hand instinctively reached for the glossy, callous granite that bore his title, and almost just as instinctively, she began to weep. She wept not because he was gone but because she was left behind.
                                   ...

Saturday morning, Miss Alice Witchka walked into the Brewing Diner on the corner of 43rd Street.
“Good mornin’ William,” she yelled across the room as she hung up her hat.
“Mornin’ Alice.”
“Say, you seen the paper this morning?”
William stood behind the counter serving plain old black coffee to a customer who was doing a word puzzle in the said paper.
“No, haven’t had the time. This mornin’s been real busy. But I gotta stack right here. Anythin’ worth...