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AGE:
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LOC: Topsham, ME
GEN: Female
LAST LOGIN: May 11
LOC: Topsham, ME
GEN: Female
LAST LOGIN: May 11
I’m Stephanie.
I’m seventeen, soon to be eighteen and a legal adult! I’m going to University of Maine at Farmington next year to major in Secondary Education/English, double major, oh dear.
Writing is my passion; I love it, and there’s barely anything else that makes me feel so alive, like I have a purpose in life. Except God, of course. I’m a Christian.
I also want to be a novelist one day, but I have ADD so it’s hard to focus on one project for a long time (yes, I really do have ADD). I really like writing short stories, however, and I want to publish many of the short stories that I write, either in my own book or in anthologies full of other people’s work as well!
I hope you enjoy my writing!
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I touched a branch today. By the time I touched it, there was no real reason to, but I touched it anyway. As I approached the branch, a common branch, one that I see every day, it occurred to me that if I just snapped the little twig off the end, I would not have to duck under it every day as I passed by. What a thought! I kept walking. I kept getting closer and closer to the branch. What was the purpose of snapping it off? What if it didn’t come off right away, and I had to struggle wit...
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There are some teachers who you never forget because of the impact that they had on your life. Then there are some teachers you want to forget the moment you walk out of their classroom for the last time. And then, there are the teachers who you remember for the moments that they did something so outrageous, so incredible, that you just have to do one of two things: tell everyone you know or write a story about it. This is the story about Dr. Joel King, the Child & Adolescent Development prof...
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I know you’re not mine. I know you may never be mine. But hey, a girl can dream, can’t she? I was watching you the other day. You didn’t know, but I was watching you. You had your back turned. I’m not a stalker, really. I just… your shoulders. I wanted to wrap my arms around your neck, over those shoulders. I wanted you to hold my waist and look at me with those eyes. They’re not really that exceptional, I just want you to look at me, the way you’d look at… well, nothing can help that now. Yo...
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"Right this way, dear," said the old woman warmly, gesturing into the room with a skeletal hand. Miranda sat in the overstuffed red chair and looked around her. The walls were plastered with all kinds of strange objects. Miranda’s eyes picked out a clock shaped like a serpent’s head, its tongue serving as a pendulum; a long, sharp-looking sword inscribed with letters she had never seen before; a small plate, the size of a teacup saucer, on which was painted a man with two heads, one handsome ...
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"Stupid." She said it under her breath, but I know she said it just so I could hear it. She said it to hurt me. She is out to get me, just like everyone else! I am angry now. I stare at her. She starts turning red. Why is she turning all red? I think. Cartoons’ head usually turn red right before they blow up… Blow up! Panic fills me now. I’d stared at her too long, and somehow, I was making her head blow up, just like on a cartoon! I can’t stop staring now. She’s getting redder. My eyes won’t...
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I love the idea, but I really had no clue what was going on. You need _way_ more detail, and check your grammar, too. It's not really that bad, but make sure you distinguish your possessives from your plurals. I love the last two sentences, they made me smile, but I really couldn't tell what the boots had to do with the chicken from your story. If this was expanded, it'd probably be easier to comprehend.
Mmm, I don't know. It seems too short, and the concept just seems a little weird to me. Just encountering him, like that? With no previous mention of him? And also, I know you said not to pay attention to the grammar and spelling, but it is _so_ helpful if you punctuate correctly, so that the reader knows things like the inflections of people's voices.
The story is pretty funny, especially the end. I can just see it happening. I think that it's a little hard to believe, however, that your character actually never heard of basketball. I mean, if you suspend disbelief here, it's actually pretty hilarious. Maybe it's just my problem.
Man, I usually skip poetry that comes into my review queue, but your title just grabbed my attention! I really like your poem, especially since unlike other poetry, I understand it, and also because I love the idea of it. I think about this kind of thing all the time, especially since I'm a Christian and I think about how I would like to be able to do a lot of the things I don't do because they're sin. Just a couple nitpicky things: -In the second stanza, you have "ill" instead of "I'll." -In...
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