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My Stories :)

I'm 13 and I love writing little stories to myself. I figure I'd like people to read them but I just don't want to show my relatives... So I had the idea to put them on a blog! I'll also be writing essays and such and jotting down some of my ideas.
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Articles : 5
Depuis : 22/09/2013
Categorie : Littérature, BD & Poésie

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Gothic short story

Graveyards are lonely places, inhabited by the dead and visited by those who want to find peace in their distress, desperately clutching to their beloved's tombs and hopelessly trying to find there a living remembrance. a graveyard always seems empty, as mournful faces always go unnoticed, and footsteps are drowned by the silence of grief. a gravey

Geography essay set on sustainable development in dorset

« as many tourists/people should be encouraged to visit lulworth cove/durdle door and studland bay ». how far do you agree with this statement ? dorset is a county located in the south west of england on the channel coast. it is home to the jurassic coast, a world heritage site (photo 1). geological sites such as durdle door/lulworth cove and stu

Pll hanna and caleb fanfiction

Okay, so you won't understand this if you haven't watched pretty little liars up to season 4... to those who have, enjoy :) and please leave a comment telling me what i should rewrite and what is good. « hanna ? where are you ? call me when you get this, please. i want to know if you’re okay » caleb put down his phone. it was the 7th time he’

Pll hanna and caleb: fanfic 2

Another little story on hanna and caleb in pretty little liars...it's the same moment than the first story, but it's a different version. « mrs. ashley marin, accused and seen guilty of killing officer darren wilden, member of the state police force, is condemned to death by hanging on the week end of the 7 of october » death. the word caught han

Jordane

She was exhausted. pale and frozen on the edge of the road, jordane did not have the strength to cry. it was snowing. the harsh cold attacked her feeble body. everything was despair, and yet she still stood. a tiny light, a light she had always cherished, a light that had never left her still burned in her body. it was the light of life; that thoug