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The First Stories
I remember, somewhere between childhood and awkward teenage years, I went from being an avid reader to an avid writer. I thank my high school friends for this transition. They introduced me to anime, manga, and fanfiction. Fanfiction.net was approximately where I started attempting to write coherent stories under the penname Amery Aquaisha. I know, what an alias, right?
By Hope Martin3 years ago in Writers
How has my writing changed?
Based on my first piece, Bipolar Disorder, and my most recent poem (since that is what I usually write), Without You, there have been only a few changes that I am able to notice.
By Rene Peters3 years ago in Writers
Destiny
My First Story I don't remember my exact age when I wrote my first story, but everything else about the day is as clear in my memory as the moment any other protagonist realises their destiny.
By Natasja Rose3 years ago in Writers
My Inner Wordsmith
So, like, let me take you on this trip down memory lane, back to when I was just this wide-eyed newbie in the writing world. Picture this: it's way back, and I'm this young dreamer, dipping my toes into the whole writing thing. My first ever piece, man, it was a poem, you know? And I chucked it onto Vocal Media like a flag in the sand, staking my claim in the world of words.
By Adan3 years ago in Writers
The Lost Treasure of Atlantis - four possible endings
The four possible endings: • The crystal granted them their deepest wishes: Jack wished to become a famous explorer who traveled around the world, discovering new places and cultures; Lily wished to become a successful writer who published best-selling books based on her adventures with Jack. They were happy and fulfilled, but they forgot about Atlantis and King Atlas, who remained in their eternal sleep.
By Kamal3 years ago in Writers
The Lost Treasure of Atlantis - Part Two
He also knew that he and his people could not survive in the modern world, which was very different from the world they had known. They had no allies or friends, only enemies and strangers. They had no place or purpose in the world, only confusion and despair.
By Kamal3 years ago in Writers
My First Story
I was twelve when I self-published my first story. Don't get too excited, I was twelve. My stories were mostly Goosebumps knock-offs or Replica fanfiction or a mix of the two. Still, I loved it.
By L Mincola3 years ago in Writers
My First Story
The first story I ever wrote that I didn’t write for a school project was a piece I wrote about my older brother teaching me how to write my name. I wrote this story for a contest a local publisher was running. I wrote the story to be a children’s book.
By Mother Combs3 years ago in Writers
Ode to the Forgotten Key
In the symphony of existence, where the grand crescendo of novelty often captures our attention, there exists an unsung hero, overlooked yet eternally steadfast. Let us delve into the forgotten corners of our perception and celebrate an artifact of quiet eminence - the unassuming key. This tribute is an ode to the key, an emblem that bridges chasms, unlocks destinies, and whispers tales of yore.
By Brajesh Sharma3 years ago in Writers
The first story I wrote
Now I know they said not to write about something from school. However, this piece was of my own creativity and my introduction to writing fiction. It was year 10 of school and we were tasked with writing a mystery short story for English class.
By C Louise3 years ago in Writers
Reflecting on Silver Line of Power
My first and favorite story, Silver Line of Power. Today, I’m writing about a literary journey. These are my thoughts on my first story "Silver Line of Power," which was based on a dream I had when I was nine. I had seen several western and civil war movies, and always thought it would be cool to grow up in the cowboy era. I made a quick note of my dream in my dream journal, but didn’t actually start writing it as a story until I was 14.
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Writers
Me and My Boyfriend Wrote a Story On The Spot — And Halfway Through I Cried
It was 18:17 on July 29th. We stood, me and Ben, in my mom’s kitchen, rigatoni pasta boiling beside us. And I was crying because I couldn’t poison the water supply.
By em3 years ago in Writers