Is this an excellent story? (my friend wrote it!)?
469564
Very cool!  I love the irony in it!  Best not to mess with that Princess!
102667
Try the plot-o-matic, it helps in just this type of instance.\n\nGood luck with your story :-)
769083
I do not know what is your age. What you have written pretty well sums up what William Golding wanted to say. If you want to elaborate, write more about human nature. Its not only about evil but some strength of character and conviction. The entire novel is a symbol for life - as it unfolds, it brings unexpected, unwanted events in your life what you do with it upto you but not entitrly in your control.
108876
In the beginning...  Ha.  Start in chapter one.  I am curious to know, though, what 'two' stories you are referring to.
1076948
great! now here is an another superb story by world's best story teller! doesn't ur friend and that dumb lady know about a medical process called abortion! and if they don't agree for abortion then congrates to ur friend coz he is going to be father! there is nothing u can do for ur friend for this! but if u are a true friend,be always with him.he may need moral support to handle this situation!
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I liked it and thought it was quite good and imaginative.  The only thing I didn't think was plausible about it was the name for your mother, as it does not fit in with common names of Roman or Greek goddesses.  Sorry.  Other than that, here are just a few editing suggestions for you.  Feel free to take them or leave them, as this is your story, after all.  \n\nedit: (I had anger issues at the time).\nreplace with: \nI guess you could say I had some anger issues at the time.  (makes it sound more playful)\n\nIn the sentence after that, reword it so that it doesn't use the words "many different plagues, many different disasters" repetitively.  \n\nedit: I also tried to destroy the world, but my mother brought this curse upon me first"--you should just change it to brought *A* curse upon me first (flows better).  \n\nedit: "Unfortunately for me, I always cause some sort of trouble in each of my lives, whether I'm using my magick for evil, or just being naughty and mischievous."  replace it with that, because it'll flow better.\n\nedit:  As many people know, it's forbidden for a goddess to love a mortal, but I still went to down to earth, pretended to be human and tried to make him fall for me. \nreplace with:\nNaturally it's forbidden for a goddess to love a mortal, yet I went down to earth anyway so that I could pretend to be a human and make him fall for me.  (flows better)\n\nSorry, I get very focused on editing.  Good luck, and it's very creative.  I enjoyed reading it.
937630
great story. I'm sharing it with friends.
508373
It's a wonderful story about giving up what you love for someone else.\n\nDidn't you like it?
151340
All the stories I remember are interesting. Some of them made me laugh.\n\nNow, which story were you asking about?
1167067
There must be more to this story....
867909
It looks great. It all rhymes and it flows very well. You  have done a nice job. The last paragraph -- move "and" to the second line to that beam and team rhyme. Your spelling and grammar are perfect.
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Hey this is a story I read on-line once. Sorry I can't seem to recall from where but I copied it to my e-mail. \n\nDon't Walk, Beautiful\n\n5 Seconds were left on the walk sign, the amount of time for people to daringly run across the street risking becoming splat, just to get to the other side. But there wasn’t enough time for me, not even close. I’d need her number, have to hear her voice and maybe even get her name. 4 Seconds were left, it was obvious neither me nor her were going to risk it, hell I couldn’t even risk saying 'Hi'. The last couple people dashed across the street just barely missing some cars trying to turn before the light changed. Who would’ve thought, 2000 years on this planet would result in humans being controlled by blinking lights. 3 Seconds left and at this point only maniacs or people halfway across could make it, at least this proved she wasn’t a maniac.\n\nShe had nice stylish glasses to show she’s with it, nice clean red hair to show she can keep herself clean and hygienic, she wasn’t wearing make up to show that she’s comfortable with being totally natural. She’s not skinny which shows she knows how to eat a good meal and not fat showing she knows how to not eat too many good meals. She’s not short, not tall, bee stung lips and just a degree away from perfect if I’m being completely honest. 2 Seconds left on the light blocking the way we both need to go and I’ve still got about a minute and a half to find out who she is before the next light changes.\n\nShe holds her hands behind her back and sways her body back and forth, humming a tune. Something familiar but I cant quite put my tongue on it. How perfect, the perfect opening line to at least see what kind of music this perfect girl likes and isn’t afraid to hum in public. The next light changes and the little man that means walk pops up across the street in the direction we have no desire to reach. Everyone but us leaps forward to walk across and once again it’s just me and her, standing, waiting me and her. Me with my worn out shoes cause they’re my only pair, my big winter jacket because its freezing and messy hair because I don’t know how to use a brush. Maybe its just my wishful thinking but I can swear she keeps looking at me, in a very subtle way, her green eyes connecting with my blue eyes, split seconds at a time I think.\n\nEverything about this was so stupid but I never expected something as stupid as what I was about to say to ever come out of my mouth. ‘You dropped a penny’ I said in her direction. She stopped humming, no more swaying and tilted her head down. There were obviously no pennies, no rocks, nothing but pavement. I don’t think I was carrying any pennies she replies. Holy shit do I feel stupid, why did I even begin to think that would work at all? Oh well at least I know I know her voice sounds like well played violins and she doesn’t carry pennies around, so she can’t be a bum. What stupid logic, I can’t believe I actually believe what I'm thinking. I also can’t believe it’s been about 10 seconds since she last said something to me. Soon the light will change again and she’ll be gone and I’ll just be the guy who used pennies to pick her up. ‘Thanks anyways’ she says sweetly with a smile on her face as she gives me a soft polite punch on the shoulder. My pants felt lighter, my feet felt higher, my head felt higher and my heart was at the speed of a hummingbird. She was polite, cute and didn’t even care that I was such an idiot. I was blushing but luckily it was so cold outside she’d never notice.\n\nDuring all this idiocy and over analyzing everything I completely missed the light change and by the time I did notice she was already hallway across the street. Before I could call out or even think about what to say if I did call out, a sudden shriek of tires filled the air and before my eyes or ears could make sense of what was happening the beau
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That is beautiful. It's heartfelt and I used to write a lot and in High school I was picked best writer by the teachers. This poem seems as though you or whoever wrote this wasn't writing because they felt they had to but because these are feelings that plague them everyday. I feel that the only way to be a true writer is to be able to contact the feelings inside of you and bring them out in pictures instead of words and put those pictures into words on paper. It seems that's what the writer was doing and did a very good job at interpreting her own thoughts and pictures. That's what I do, I'm an only child so all I had was my own thoughts and imagination. Keep writing so you can get better and more refined and you could compile a book of poetry and get it published and make some good money off of it. Sorry that was my entrepreneurial side coming out of me. Good work though!!!! Practice makes perfect, you can be an excellent writer once you keep practicing and find your own style. Excellent hope to see more!
1053937
i like it. did u write that? if so, good job!
266624
Yes. Tell me too, if it's a good story ;-)
972328
not really. as you write the story you might come across different ideas. there might be a new character there, a twist here and you might change the entire plot!! either way it will turn out good. it's hard to write with the exact ending you thought of in the beginning.
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Once upon a time, in a little clearing in the woods, there lived a little girl by the name of Soofie. She lived with her step-mother, father and her brother Jack.\n\nAlthough the house was small and she did not live a LUXURIANT life, she was happy.\n\nOne day, she had an argument with her step-mother. Her step-mother thought  that Soofie stole the cookies she had just baked for the village fair. In EXASPERATION, her step-mother picked up a flower pot and hurled it at Soofie. It narrowly missed hitting her.\n\nUnable to accept the INDIGNITY of being wrongly accused, Soofie decided to leave the house.\n\nShe packed her bags and waited till nightfall. Then as quietly as she could, she sneaked out of the house. Although her bags were big and CUMBERSOME, she managed to get away from the house by dragging them along the sandy ground and through a MURKY stream.\n\n"Let's see my step-mom regret her actions when she finds me missing at daybreak!" Sofie thought to herself gleefully as she trotted along the river bank, dragging her bags behind her.\n\nSuddenly, Soofie stopped in her tracks. She was staring at the DISMAL scene in front of her. Fallen across the only path out of the woods was a giant oak tree. It was so big that Soofie was sure she would  never be able to climb over it.\n\nUnknown to Soofie, there was someone following her all this time. It was the village baddie, Grooch. Nobody liked him because he was always full of deceit and ROOKERY.\n\nGrooch stepped out from behind the tree he was hiding and walked towards Soofie, startling her with his sudden presence.\n\n"Hello, Soofie!" he snarled with his loud gruff voice.\n\n"Er, hello Grooch," Soofie stammered, afraid of this huge man.\n\n"What are you doing here?" Grooch asked.\n\n"Er, I'm trying to leave the woods," Soofie replied.\n\n"Then you'll have to find another way, because this path is blocked I'm afraid," Grooch smirked.\n\n"Do you know of another way out of the woods?" Soofie asked; she was determined to carry out her plan to run away from home.\n\n"Well, you'll have to walk towards those HUMMOCKS over there," Grooch said, pointing to the south.\n\n"Can you show me the way?"\n\n"It's my pleasure!" Grooch boomed. This was the first time Soofie had seen him smile.\n\n\nto be continued.....\n\nCheers!\nALWAYS LOOK ON THE BRIGHT SIDE OF LIFE