These are just bits and pieces of things I wrote, and need advice on, or never finished. I do have a few guest posters on here as well. The main idea, is to get your work out, so as to get tips on how to improve. Please comment on the work, if you have an opinion of any kind, good or bad.

Also, if you have any question on my work, or would like to become a guest poster, just PM me. I do write on request sometimes, so don't hesitate to let me know if you wanna see something in particular.

High Born

Not only was I born to win, but I was raised to succeed. I was the king's nephew. His own son was a weakling and the whole kingdom knew it. He would be a fool not to name me his heir. From the age of four I was trained in every skill a youn...

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The Night Was Dark and Murky...

This was written from a prompt on another site. This is my first ever attempt at horrer. So, PLEASE crituque!!!!!

The night was dark, and murky like old pond water. There was no wind, only tiny shuffling noises in the dark. The cold stone against her back was the only thing that seemed real.

"Is anybody there?" she called. Her voice sounded strange and flat in the emptiness. No one replied. The shifting sounds continued to echo from random places, some far, some near.

She began to wonder if this was a natural night. It seemed like it had lasted too long. This alley had seemed safe enough to sleep in when she'd first arrived, but now it felt like a trap. She was afraid to sleep, afraid to stay, and afraid to leave. She tried to think, but would up simply staring into the void, wondering if the opposite wall was still there, and what the noises could mean.

Then, there was a loud scrape beside her, she cried out, then gave a whining moan as she felt the touch of cold, damp skin crawl up her shoulder, then around her feet. She didn't move, simply whined like a beaten dog and half sat, half lay there shivering. The air seemed thick around her, so that she could hardly breathe. The clammy touch spread with a seemingly inhuman slownes and violation.

Then a voice siad "I won't hurt you." It was a soothing phrase, but the voice was deep, and scratchy, with a hint of something wrong in it, as if the speaker hadn't used his voice for many, many years. It filed her with a dread, but it was to late to move now.

The cold, clammines crawled around her throught and worked its way down, as if she were wearing no clothes at all, holding her by some untangible force. Then the chill reached her face and head. She let out one finall scream before giving into the murky darkness, her only escape from an unknown fate.

Mourning

Comments, please. I didn’t want to wake up, but I had to. When I got up, I saw much the same things as before. There was more food on the table, more half-smiling, half-crying people crowded around my grandmother. My Uncles continued...

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War with myself

Have you ever felt like you had multiple personality disorder? Was it ever as if there were conflicting opinions within you? Well, I believe that each person is composed of different parts, including three primary ones. These are the Mind (r...

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