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Evidently

  • Last seen 2 hours ago. Member since July 29.
  • I'm a carnelian hope poet for 96 comments.
  • I am a 17 year old girl (United Kingdom)
  • I have 96 comments, 1 contest

My Poetry

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  • It isn’t only horrible but dull,
    too – how predictable your face
    16 lines, 3 comments, November 29
  • And then there were candles
    and my hand hovering, cooked
    17 lines, 3 comments, November 28
  • And not just because
    I want to map your guts
    19 lines, 5 comments, November 28
  • I was honestly amazed – struck
    into silence, marring the air
    28 lines, 1 comment, November 2

My Stories

  • Glauca felt the hums from her parents feet clutter through the roof of the truck. It must be morning: it was always punctually at seven o’
    7333 lines, November 2. In >5000 words
  • It's astonishing how many they managed to find. They raided boatsheds and harbours, dragged out flat-bottomed barges and old rowing boats and bare planks of wood. They even built a few: rough wooden things that wouldn't have
    929 lines, July 29. In 600-2000 words, Historical, Short story
  • We pushed through two tattered curtains of silk, her a step ahead. "My God," she said. Then she repeated it, but this time she whispered, as if scared by the stutter in her voice: "My God."1 / I
    1135 lines, July 29. In 600-2000 words

My other items

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  • The Rays: Part 1 at storywrite
    NaNoWriMo 2008! This year I have so much madness going on alongside nano that to do it...well, properly, I suppose...just wouldn't work. So this year it's not really going to make sense. I pretend this is postmodernism, but r
  • Les Noyades at storywrite
    It's astonishing how many they managed to find. They raided boatsheds and harbours, dragged out flat-bottomed barges and old rowing boats and bare planks of wood. They even built a few: rough wooden things that wouldn't have
  • Soft Play at storywrite
    We pushed through two tattered curtains of silk, her a step ahead. "My God," she said. Then she repeated it, but this time she whispered, as if scared by the stutter in her voice: "My God."1 / I

Guest Book

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  • Death of the Author on October 23
    I'll be back to read more, I promise
  • So what do you study?

    I'm doing Maths/Further Maths (I have no idea why on the second one o.O), English Combined, Biology (pointless on it's own, but hey!) and Film Studies (I admit now, that probably was a mistake, but I love film so hey, it made sense).

    I might take up Photography next year, but my school's pretty lame so they might not have even brought it in by then

    And you apologise for rambling!

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