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justjess1001 wrote about the word offer 1 year, 9 months ago
‘You have nothing to offer, you are just a Lifeless Darklen.’ THe nasty thought snuck through her head as she watched the bright color of High Court dresses wheel around her. She would never be one of them, the voice was right. She was an outcast, and would never be seen for anything but a [...]
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justjess1001 wrote about the word chance 1 year, 9 months ago
“You have no chance,” the words whispered around the empty clearing. Inor stood in the center, holding onto the small frame of Zenthria. There was no way he would give up on her. “She is gone, I killed her and there is no way you will win this time.” “You’re wrong,” Inor’s voice sounded harsh. [...]
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justjess1001 wrote about the word silk 1 year, 10 months ago
The fabric rippled beneath her fingertips, seeming to create a wave of crimson. It was the finest thing she had ever touched in her entire life….and it would fetch her a great price on the market. With deft hands, she plucked the material and slid it into her satchel. She walked away just fast enough [...]
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justjess1001 wrote about the word sinking 1 year, 10 months ago
Bam, there it was. that sinking feeling I was all too familiar with. “I don’t get it, I am the most experience courier you’ve got. Why am I not on the envoy to Goldan?” “You’re voice is reaching whining level,” warned my friend and mentor, Jusdina with a smile. “And you know perfectly well why [...]
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justjess1001 wrote about the word transport 1 year, 10 months ago
“Think, think very hard now. Where do you want to be? Transport to it in you mind. ” The grizzled voice came from the corner, as it always did. Milly was blindfolded, as usual, but her entire body longed to be as far as way as possible from this…this beast. “You want to be out [...]
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justjess1001 wrote about the word answers 1 year, 10 months ago
“Give me answers, dwarf. I don’t have much time.” The highwayman pressed at Flindrin’s chest with a dull blade.
As he looked up from the weapon, he smiled. “Is this anyway to get answers? All you had to do was ask.” -
justjess1001 wrote about the word boiling 1 year, 10 months ago
The silver liquid in the bowl seethed as her blood touched the water, almost threatening to boil over the edges. Stephan watched in wonderment as the liquid turned an ugly brow color and then flattened out into a scene. “This is Tanglewood Forest. Your traitorous brother, Keifer, lives there. You must find him…and kill him.” [...]
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justjess1001 wrote about the word thunder 1 year, 10 months ago
The thunder rumble overhead as she ducked for cover in a nearby hedge. She hit the ground with a thud, dust gathering around her. It had not rained in Thyminia for thirty years. Had she just caused the greatest disaster to come to her homeland? She had just wanted the crops to grow again, how [...]
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justjess1001 wrote about the word ill 1 year, 11 months ago
The room seemed to roll as the scene finally seemed to collide into her brain. They were all dead, she had killed them. She had practiced with guns before but never actually kllled anyone. Now five people laid dead before her, the blood seeping out in large pools around their body. For a moment she [...]
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justjess1001 wrote about the word ticket 1 year, 11 months ago
I held the ticket as close to my face as possible, trying to decide if she was lying. It looked real enough, howver, and I soon gave up my search. “I don’t know how you got it,” I said as Leigh danced happily around the lamppost. “But it looks like we will be going to [...]
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justjess1001 wrote about the word trophy 1 year, 11 months ago
He lifted the head up for the crowd to see. It was the trophy of his victory and nobody could ever dispute such a thing. “This is her head!” His voice ran out across the battlefield. The barbarians looked to where he stood and his men lowered their weapons in awe. “Your Queen and leader [...]
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justjess1001 wrote about the word wade 1 year, 11 months ago
The river rushed about my ankles, swirling up mud and silt from the bottom. I looked across and I knew I could wade right through it onto the other bank, but i Knew what lurked in the waters. I shied away as an unnatural ripple made it’s away across the river. I heard the hounds [...]
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justjess1001 wrote about the word crush 1 year, 11 months ago
The blush crawled up her face, reaching her ears and turning them bright red. Her heart fluttered as his hand brushed hers. She knew that she should be concentrating on saving the world, on making this world a better place for everyone, but right now all she could concentrate on was his hand next to [...]
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justjess1001 wrote about the word lust 1 year, 11 months ago
Lust…such a simple word and something she had never thought existed. In her world of black and whites she thought you either loved someone…or you didn’t. Now, she wasn’t so sure. Did she love him? As he knelt before her with a ring outstretched, she wasn’t sure.
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justjess1001 wrote about the word history 1 year, 12 months ago
“Our history is a special one,” murmured the old woman to the children as the rest of the clan busily unpacked the caravan. “We are the children of the Trees, we are the children of the Moon. This you must know before you can begin any of your studies.”
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Horror Painted in One Word: 1 year, 12 months agoWe grew up with Sallie Mae. She was Mrs. Jensen’s, the school teacher’s daughter, and the prettiest peach this side of the Mississippi. As we got into high school, there was not a single boy who could keep his eyes off her for long, but she seemed to have no interest in them.
“Not till I finish high school,” she said.
“Yeah, sure,” we replied, throwing back a root beer at The Ninth Hour, the local ice cream parlor. We saw the way James Laurent, the senior quarterback, looked at her. When they began dating, we weren’t surprised. They were the perfect couple. “They’ll be prom king and queen for sure.”
As prom came and went and they had been crowned, Sallie Mae’s life seemed to be perfect. Perfect for her, maybe, but not for us. She was growing away from us and that was something we were not going to allow. One day Sallie had been walking down by Mr. Grayson’s General Store and happened to look over at her mother. She had let out a terrible scream, as she pulled out her cross necklace. Her mama attempted to calm her down, but Sallie Mae pulled away from her and ran. We found her sometime later under the old stone bridge about a quarter mile outside of town, shivering from the wet of the river and fear.
When we reached her, she tried to run away. We calmed her down, assuring her we would get her back to her mother and that there was nothing to be afraid of. She, of course, struggled but eventually saw our way of it. We led her back to town and to her house on Maple Street. After a few days, she seemed to recover from whatever had frightened her, but that did not stop the town from talking.
“She is probably crazy,” whispered Brooke Rhodes, the head cheerleader who had always been jealous of Sallie Mae. Despite this fact, the rumor flew throughout the school with the speed of a wild fire and eventually out into the community.First page of a short story! Let me know what you think!
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Imagination is the Word: 1 year, 12 months agoI remembered the crash. It was like it was burned into my mind, something I could never forget. It had been raining heavily, unusual for Illinois in late November. My mom had been reluctant to let us go, but my dad had been bound and determined to finish framing the basement that day. We had been listening to the radio and laughing when all of the sudden the car hydroplaned. My dad tried to control it, but skid into the guardrail. After that, I remember nothing but blackness and I suppose I don’t even really remember that. It was like going to sleep and then waking up a week later. A whole week of my life had gone by without me knowing. Then I remember the pain, my entire left arm had been shattered and I had slipped into a coma because of swelling on my brain. My face and body was cut from where I flew out the windshield, some were so deep the doctors said it would scar forever.
My legs had been surprisingly mostly unharmed. With the exception of a fractured ankle, they were okay, so I had one thing to be thankful about. I remember my mom was the first to come and visit me. Her hair was disheveled and a red mass of curls on her head. Her blue eyes sparkled with tears, it was at that moment I felt my stomach drop. I knew something had happened to my dad.
She had sat down next to me, opening her mouth once before the tears began to trickle down her face and she laid her head onto the blanket on my bed. I felt tears drift slowly down my bruised face. I instinctively knew he was gone forever. The emptiness in my chest suddenly made sense. My mom slowly sat up and grabbed something out of her purse. It was a long silver chain with a small pendent on the end. She lifted it so I could see the small engravings on the pendent. The front of it said believe in a bold curled script and as my mother turned it over I saw it said with love from dad on the back.First Page of my novel! Let me know what you think!
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justjess1001 posted a new activity comment: 1 year, 12 months ago
I’m interested!
In reply to - Mintolate Tea posted an update in the group To be a Writer:: We’ve hit 30 members! I mentioned a while back the idea of doing a sort of gift exchange of writing when we reach 60, so keep that in the back of your minds. It would be simple: pair up, write anything you like or ask your partner for a request, then send them the piece. We might learn a bit more about each other in the process, and about ourselves! No one has to commit to the idea right now, but let me know if you’re interested. Writing is easy when you’re looking from the outside in, through a window. But that window has a reflection you can’t avoid – your own. This is why I believe that, to write with all the passion you have, the best you can offer, you must discover as much of yourself as can possibly be found. It’s a constant struggle, especially against the society we live in, to turn inward. Yet here we are, fighting to write anyway; we’re brave, aren’t we? • View -
justjess1001 wrote about the word predict 1 year, 12 months ago
She looked across the old wooden table at the woman. Marina could not, would not, believe what she was saying. “I predict the time, I see the changing threads of time,” The woman flashed a smile of perfectly white teeth, her face holding only the tiniest of wrinkle lines. ” I have seen you, Marina [...]
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