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A collaborative writing community where we all work together to create new literary masterpieces, or just some silly story with your friends, you decide!

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• Of History

  Added by Winter Pronk

  James rubbed his eyes and blinked the sleep from them slowly turning his head towards his alarm clock and trying to focus the harsh red light. "5:30 AM.. " He grumbled "I don't have to be up for another hour" He hadn't slept well all week, ever since he had met that mysterious girl in the park. It had been a Sunday, and James was busy working away on his thesis for his masters degree. It was a tedious process and he found the park cleared his head and helped him think. "Hey Mister," the girl had called to him "I think this belongs to you!" She ran up to him with a photograph. James had taken the photograph and studied it closely, it was a picture of his great grandfather. But how had she gotten it, and how did she know it was his. He looked up from it to ask her, but just had he had. She was gone. Read more...

• A Story Made out of Haiku

  Added by Monkey Pressbuttons

  Once upon a time I ate a purple mushroom And met Rainbow Dash Read more...

• A Mysterious Pass

  Added by Winter Pronk

  It was a quiet in the small town of Barnhill. Folks had just started turning in from the evening celebrations. It had been an excellent harvest and everyone was in high spirits so the mayor had decided to put on a festival to celebrate. Tom, his wife and children who were 8 and 10 were heading home in their cramped sedan. The children had both won a large stuffed animal for shooting the target. Tom smiled as he recalled the moment the attendent realized his children were skilled marksmen. Read more...

• Helena Dies

  Added by Jacob Rodgers

  Helena stood alone in the moonlight, watching the black waters below churn and swirl endlessly. If she took one step forward, they would sweet her body away, and no one would ever learn what had happened. With all the events of the past few days resting on her shoulders, it was tempting... "Helena!" somone called in the distance, and, startled back to reality, she turned, stumbled, feet caught in her long flowing dress, and tumbled over the edge of the bridge. She Dies Read more...

• A Furs Tail

  Added by Winter Pronk

  Scruffs, for the most part, was a shy husky. He'd been homeschooled most of his life and so never had many opportunities to meet people, much less make friends. So when it came time to start high school he was understandably nervous. On his first day in Scruffs was stunned at the sheer number of other people, and furries he saw. Cats, Dogs, Bunnies, Dragons and so many more. He swallowed hard and started making his way to his first class of the day... Math... he'd always hated it. He made his way to the back of the class and took his seat trying to keep a low profile. The professor ushered his way into the classroom, a tall gentleman probably in his late 60s wearing a crisp suit and a pair of thick spectacles. He had a firm no-nonsense look about him which was echoed in his expression. He walked confidently to the front of the class and quickly wrote and equation on the board. "Uck, Algebra" Scruffs thought to himself, "I am the worst at that". "I am a firm believer in learning by doing" Started the professor, "As such, you will be called upon frequently to work on problems at the front of the class.. You there, at the back, come up here and solve this for us" Scruffs blood drained from his face as he realized the professor meant him he felt his legs turn to jello as he shakily rose from his seat. He wanted to cry, or scream... he wasn't sure which yet... Read more...

• The Hidden Room

  Added by Winter Pronk

  Every time the clock struck 11 , the house got dark for five minutes. Even though Jamie had been living there for years now, it always felt like a new place. When the lights came up, the rooms would be in new places, some of them disappearing while others would appear. Normally the rooms that appeared or disappeared were nothing special. Sure, they were beautifully furnished, often in the victorian era style, but without anything notable. Furnishings such as couches, or chairs, paintings and odimens that sort of thing. That was until tonight. Jamie heard the grand father in the main foheir chime the only room in the house that would never change. Bong the lights grew dimmer, Bong the familiar cold came over her, Bong, blackness took hold. The sound would almost seem to get further and further away, as though she was being driven off. Finally the final chime rang out, and the lights came back up abruptly. She found herself standing in a hallway now, dimly lit by oil lamps on the walls. Her brow furrowed, she didn’t recognize this room. The wallpaper here was a deep green with golden leaf upon it, meeting haflway down the wall with thick wooden accents. The hall was devoid of any exits, save for a door at the very end. She took a few hesitant steps toward it. The hair prickled on the back of her neck as she walked. She forced her feet forward even as every fibre of her being urged her to run. She finally reached the door, holding out a hand slowly and gripping the nob. It was cold, ice cold. She twisted the nob slowly and push the door open, it protested with a loud creek. She stepped into the room and was greeted by blackness. “Hello?” she called out into the void, her breath coming out in long streams of steam. She rubbed her arms with her hands as she began to shiver, taking a few short steps into the space. “Is anyone here?” She called out. The door behind her swung shut with a loud bang as though in response. She whipped around rushing to it twisting the handle with both hands but it wouldn’t budge. She slammed on the door with both hands “HELP! Can anybody hear me?” Tears began to stream down her face as her bounds became weaker and she put her back against the door sliding down and sobbing into her hands. A sound in the darkness stopped her short. It was almost imperceptible, like a socked foot sliding across the floor. She squinted, trying to see what the cause of the noise was. “Hello?” “Meow” came a soft sound from the darkness, and a small shape began to come into view – a jet black cat it’s eyes glowing yellow in the dim room. Jamie let out a heavy sigh “Oh hello little kitty!” She said holding out her hand for it to sniff but as soon as she got close it swatted at her leaving a deep gash in her hand before racing off into the darkness. Read more...