First Drafts
A home for original poems, short stories, and personal reflections — the writing you actually made. Post the piece, say what you were going for, and read other people's work generously.
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My Tears and Dreams
My first language isnt English I hope you like it
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The Road that was mine
Every morning, twelve-year-old Tara woke up before her alarm. She loved school, especially the sound of children talking in the corridors, the smell of new notebooks, and the excitement of learning…
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Taking a Turn
Chapter 2: The Fish Sandwich
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It’s about us
- your feeling for me
It’s what the moon says to the stars on a clear night
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Taking a Turn
Chapter 1: Taking a Turn
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It’s about us
- with me all around you
if you were the moon in the sky,
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Spielberg Was Never Really Making Movies About Aliens.
Steven Spielberg has spent decades making films about extraterrestrials. I think he’s always been talking about us instead.
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A new day
Don’t wait for the perfect moment; turn the moment you have into an extraordinary beginning.
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The secret of whispering forest chp 3,4,5&6
The secret of the whispering forest
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𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙛 𝙗𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙡𝙚𝙛𝙩 𝙗𝙚𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙙
Maya stood at the school gate, holding her bag tightly. She watched her friends walk ahead of her, laughing and talking about the plans they had made together.
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Shame? Nah, Just Beer
You cried poor,
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The Beginning
Before the cosmos of the observable universe, I contemplate the stars and the infinite. Now, I turn my gaze toward myself and rewrite my own story.
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ESCAPE THE REALITY!
I don't want to disappear.
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Unbreathing Love
You once held me close,
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eyes are useless and mind is blind!
eyes may be useless but still sees everything
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Chapter 10
My nerves betray me when I see Alejandro walk into the room. Before I can say a single word, I watch him cross his arms and let out a brief smile.
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𝕄𝕪 𝕦𝕡𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕨𝕖𝕖𝕜𝕤 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝.
🔥 The Girl in the Photograph —
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Novels
1:Shattered Glass (out now)
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Take Care
He says it automatically, at the end of a call, at the door, in the hallway, whenever two paths split apart. The words come out before he can think them through, they trigger themselves, like a…
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" Am I The Cruel One ?"
Sometimes, you might wonder that leaving the thoughts that gnaw at you is a wiser solution to your atrocity.