Hey everyone, I have created a story and looking for a writer for this smaller project. I’m good with crafting a story but not that skilled when it comes to actually writing the dialogue and story. I’m looking for a writer any level, perfer to have expirence in horror and creepypastas. They should have a sense of effective writing. This isn’t paid for a fun project to help hone your skills for writing. If interested message me directly.

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"There it is, I see it now!" Aaron pointed over the crest of the hill to the bluffs and the waterfall of Elk Creek, shining pink in the morning light. Aaron was a little ahead of Lacy and I, even though the incident gave him a limp; he was very excited about going to the waterfall.

Lacy, on the opposite side of the spectrum, was miserable. The incident had just recently happened, so she was still devastated about it. At many intervals in the journey, she broke down in tears. Saying it was hard to watch was an understatement. Lacy was one of my oldest friends, and seeing her in such a state took an emotional toll on me. By the third or fourth time she broke down, I had to wipe tears from my eyes behind Aaron and Lacy's back.

Why? Well, I felt no real connection to the boy. I had seen him at school the previous year quite a bit, but I barely talked to him. He, like so many others at school, was just a name without much background. He could be in a crowd full of people, and I could walk by it and identify people I talk with but don't see very often more than the boy. But when the incident happened, straight out of the blue, it floored me.

"Hey," I said to Lacy as we neared the banks of the Elk Creek. "How are you holding up?"

"Not great," Lacy's breath still staggered, and her face was streaked with tears. "But what we're doing is good."

"Yes, it is."

"We're here," Aaron said. He gestured to a boulder poking out of the water by the waterfall. At the boulder's summit, which was only less than a foot above water level, was a cross with this inscription: "Stephen Sid Trumbauer, 2001-2017". Near the boulder, there were pieces of a canoe strewn about. Aaron picked up one of the pieces; his lower lip began to quiver.

"Even though we're here, it's still really hard to believe," he turned to face us. "Whenever someone dies of these kinds of circumstances, we always say 'I wish I was there. I could've saved him!' But I was there. I was in the canoe when it tumbled down the falls. How come Stephen is dead, but I'm still alive and kicking?" Per his words, Aaron kicked the debris into the river with his good foot.

"Aaron, there was nothing you could've done," I said. "This was all, in a way, an act of nature."

"What, so God killed Stephen?" Lacy said, irritated. "How could you say that?"

"I didn't. I'm just saying that the current pulled the canoe down the falls. It was no one's fault that Stephen died."

"Well, actually, it's, uh..." Aaron rubbed the back of his neck. "It's... It's sorta my fault Stephen is dead."

"Aaron, don't say that!" I said. "Nobody is responsible for what happened."

"What did you do, Aaron?" Lacy asked.

"That night, the night he died, I suggested we go canoeing," Aaron began to quietly sob.

"And?" I said.

"That's it. That's how I'm responsible."

"Aaron, that's not being responsible. If you were responsible, then you might have pushed the canoe into the current or something."

"I would never do that!"

"Exactly. You would never kill Stephen. What happened a few nights ago was purely based on circumstances."

"Do you want to hear something sad?"

"Uh, okay."

"I know! I know that I'm not wholly responsible for killing Stephen, but I can't shake the feeling that I am." Aaron stared at Lacy, who wore a stony, slightly angry countenance. "Lacy, you must hate me."

"Aaron, I don't hate you at all," Lacy patted him on the shoulder. "I should be fuming at what you did, but seeing the memorial made me fully accept Stephen's death. I agree with Randy. Everything that happened was no one's fault. However, there's something I don't understand. If you felt this guilt, then why would you come here?"

"Are you kidding? I came here because I wanted to see my best friend again. He may be dead, but I wanted to see him off before his journey into the afterlife, whatever that may be."

"That sounds nice. It's like a funeral, but not."

We spent the rest of the day telling stories about Stephen, and by nightfall, I felt like I had known him since the first time he and Aaron met and until his untimely death.

Last night I was with Abbie, We were having a good time, When all of a sudden, I let out a cry, And shot cum into my eye.

As a guy, I was both impressed and dismayed, With my penisticular aptitude, With a sigh, I wiped the cum out of my eye.

With a fit of pain I almost felt myself die, When I rubbed the sticky white goo, It was like it learned to fly, Now I had cum in the other eye.

Let me just preface this and say I wrote this at 1 in the morning, just after having finished the anime and having listened to the ending song. Emotions were high lol.

She felt empty... There was a vacuum in her stomach. Her heart sank with every passing moment. What was going to happen to her world...? They said it was going to be destroyed if she was caught. What pressure. Thoughts like this raced in her mind as she lay under her tattered, moth-eaten tent. She turned her face and saw him laying next to her, his eyes empty and lifeless. Open, yet closed to his surroundings. It pained her to see him like this. But she found that coming back to him every night was the only thing keeping her from going mad. She put an arm around him and edged closer. "I'll look after you every second, every minute, every hour and every day until you wake up from your eternal sleep." She squeezed him tightly as she felt an overwhelming sense of grief. Warm streaks trickled down from the corners of her eyes, down her nose and cheek. She held him tighter. No one was going to take him from her. Her last source of comfort. Her anchor in this tumultuous sea of chaos. She felt her way to his hand and grasped it tightly, warm in the soft belly of her palm. Her eyes closed and chest ached, longing for a simpler time. A time before she was dragged into the epicenter of this vortex of pain.

At that moment, it felt like the stars aligned for a moment, because the hand she held, held back. Her heart pumping endlessly as more hot tears blotted out of her eyes and her vision blurred. Her breaths, quick and in triplets. He squeezed back harder. She closed her eyes and buried her face in his chest. "What took you so long?" she managed to croak in between breaths. "I've needed you..." No reply. She still felt her hand clamped tightly between his fingers. "A...lice..." he said dreamily, almost quizzically. She wiped her tears on his chest and looked at him. She looked at him, her scarlet blue eyes, a reflection on his lifeless grey eyes, and she saw a flash of recognition there. He was there for a second. It was almost like he was fighting his own battle, toiling and tumbling. Wrestling with the beast that is his subconscious. And every time he felt like he could break through, I'd envelop him and drag him back into the chasms of his mind he was lost in. At least... this was what Alice imagined, as her eyelids drooped. Who knew tears could make one so sleepy. She closed her eyes and rolled over, imagining a happier time where he was awake and they sat together under the tree, sharing the bread she made for them.

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Hey guys, recently posted a short story on my website. I plan to post a new one every Friday (It's called Flash Fiction Friday but some stories will probably exceed the standard length). This is my own, original work and I hope you enjoy it!

"Held hostage in your own vehicle, with your toddler in the back seat. The clock is ticking-- what do you do?"

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https://www.wattpad.com/story/201352563-the-dragon-of-time-3-dragon-pact Dragons have posed as Gods, but the Dragon Slayer has come to Tiamhaal bearing retribution. Sarkany, avatar of Eternus, the Dragon of Time, known to his friends and enemies as Scar, has slain four Dragons; Kulshedra, the Dragon of Truth, Zmaj, the Dragon of Destruction, Gyo, the Dragon of the Sun, and Drac, the Dragon of fire, but there are yet many beasts left. Scheming and concocting, the capricious beasts grow in power as their brethren fall. Their goal; to once again walk Tiamhaal in the flesh. Scar must gather his friends to rebuild an old kingdom, thus alighting the Dragon Wars anew. Work in progress, please visit me at wattpad.

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To Representative Decimus Akarana of Arm-8 of the Panja Galaxy

Dated October 22, 2849

The witches on Folais Hill always claimed that Dona would fall when the sun rose. In the curfew, we would hear screams coming from the hill, and one morning, one of the witches walked right up to me and said "Why were you sleeping, boy? It's always night?"

They weren't real witches, sir, not like those silly Earth tales at all. They were colonists that went insane. I wasn't there for the first landing on Dona, but my parents would tell me stories about how the second that the SC Agememnon landed on the dark plains of Dhrostainia, nine women dropped to the ground. Some foamed at the mouth, like a rabid dog, and others were yelling about the end of all. They moved themselves to the hill, sir, not us. We wanted to keep them in our hospitals, but they escaped.

Anyway, we never took them too seriously. Every day, they would scream a prophesy about our death, and we would laugh it off. Sometimes, people would go to their hut on the hill to make fun of them. "Hey witch bitch!" Vopiscus MacLulaich would say. "The wind blew extra hard this evening. We're evacuating Dona before it can swallow us whole!"

I felt sorry for the witches from a young age. My mother would bring fresh food and water to Folais Hill, as her sister was among one of the witches. Oddly enough, my mother hated my aunt vehemently, as she often predicted that I would die as a fetus. My mother couldn't believe that her sister would "play such a cruel joke", that she never forgave her. One day, they got into a big fight, and on the way back home, I asked my mother why she still helped the witches. "Because Auntie Domitia is still family," she said. "I am very, very angry at her for saying such things before you were born, but we're sisters, and I would never turn my back on her." And for that reason, I visited the hut twice a month to donate food and water for a few years.

All was quiet in our colony for a while, until when I was 21, when our scientists discovered that the sun was nearing us. It was across the Fhearghaisia Sea, on Continent B. This was very exciting news, especially for the original colonists, whom had never seen any sun since Dhahab thirty light years away. The day after news of the coming sunrise, the hut on the hill was empty. And I don't just mean that the witches were gone, sir. Every belonging they had, down the tiniest scrap of garbage, was completely gone. It was as if they had never been on Dona. This startling revelation worried us all, but Governor MacFhearchair found a missing spaceship at the spaceport, and came to the sane conclusion that they escaped Dona on the ship. This was very worrying to me, but pretty much everyone else was happy that the witches were gone. No one else seemed to realize that after hearing what they were warning about was going to happen, they left under the cover of darkness. The people to whom I brought it thought I was just being paranoid, and waxed about how beautiful the sun would be.

For several months, the sky over the Fhearghaisia Sea was a deep purple red, like raspberries from Gaj. Four weeks ago, the scientists correctly predicted that the sun would rise on October 14 at 23:12, and many people set up lawn chairs on the coast of the sea as the purple over the sea grew brighter. My brothers were among them, but I had contracted a fever three weeks ago, and stayed home.

When the sun rose, I was still recuperating at the house. My mother was home as well, but most everyone in the colony was at the beach. I remember walking around the front room, which had a great view of the sea, when I was knocked down by an intense sliver of light. It looked like a raging fire had blown down the glass. My mother handed me a pair of sunglasses that the scientists had built, so that our eyes could adjust to the light, and I stood up to see a white, flare-covered star crawling over the new horizon. Its magnitude shattered the dark clouds, and illuminated the land. Hills and crests I thought once were black turned purple and indigo. I was so distracted by the world's transformation, I didn't notice that the people were running from the sea.

My mother tackled me to the floor just as I saw someone burst into flames. I could hear screams outside the walls. Without a word, my mother guided me to the garage, and we both got into the family car. We drove down Darach Street, where I saw people clutching at their skin, which bubbled and popped in the light. As we drove further into the colony, corpses lined the street, and the Colonial Corps was patrolling the sidewalks, wearing heavy armor. A few civilian cars were on the road, but others had crashed into storefronts. One of the scientists, I think his name was MacCathasaigh, was panicking on the radio, saying over and over again that the sun wasn't supposed to kill humans.

My mother and I made it safely to the spaceport, where we were only one of five cars boarding the SF Olavia. As the door closed, I realized that my brothers were still in the colony somewhere. I wanted to go back and save them, but my mother only hugged me and said that it was too late for them. The ferry took off, and we landed at Virgo-4. Everyone told their story to some general, but I'm writing to you specifically. Do not authorize any more trips to Dona. The sun is too deadly, and something lives there. Something strange. It possessed the bodies of those nine colonists, and gave them the ability to tell the future. I'm normally not an adherent to the supernatural, but it's been eight days since I last saw my home, and I've been thinking. NO ONE should have died there. I've read accounts of colonists on Myr and Yibing, planets similar to Dona, and the sun merely burned the second generation's skin, like being next to a lightbulb. No one's skin melted. No one burst into flames. I genuinely think that Dona is cursed, as well as its sun. There are three other planets in the system, so who knows? Maybe they're cursed too.

Thank you for your time, Representative Akarana.

Gallio MacIlleBain

Virgo-4 Station

Not many people ever visited Pelhor, as not many people knew where it was. Nestled between the south bank of the Whispering River and the Raging Hills, Pelhor rested on an island in the midst of the infamous Shimmering Swamp. My father, like everyone's father and a few people's mother, harvested a type of rice that grew only in the Shimmering Swamp. Every three deggeks, an envoy of Lord Wamins would collect half of the yield, and the rest of it would be the property of little Pelhor. According to the tutors of the village, Pelhor had been doing this for millennia, ever since the days before the kingdoms were united under the House of Abick. I always thought that Pelhor would be doing this for another thousand years. But times change.

A traveler once appeared on the horizon on a summer day as storm clouds advanced towards the sun. The traveler rode on a horse, black as his clothes, and as they trotted closer, I could make out a sword strapped to his back. The rice workers noticed this too, and one by one they stopped harvesting and watched as the rider came into Pelhor. He wore a hood that covered his eyes, but I could see a ragged, black beard poking out of his chin. I was assisting my father in the fields, and when the visitor passed us into Pelhor itself, I was one of those who followed him.

Many questions were asked of the man, but he answered none of them. I believed he was mute until he tied his horse to a stake in front of Pelhor's one and only inn, where he told the horse that he would see it in the morning. The horse replied, and the man ignored it and walked into the inn. No one followed him inside, as the last time someone had followed a visitor into the inn, he was stabbed in the hand. The visitor on that stormy summer day made his arrangements and walked out of view. A good number of us returned to the fields, but those who were curious waited around the inn for the visitor. He wouldn't be seen until the next day.

The following day was dark and dreary, but the air was dry. As I walked to the fields from my cottage, I saw the visitor in the same clothes feeding a few crows. I greeted him. He took a glance at me, allowing me to see his eyes for a brief moment, and returned his attention to the birds. I began to walk away, but he stopped me.

"Wait," the man said in a warm, friendly voice that I would never have attributed to one of his visage in a hundred years. "I think I recognize you. What's your name?"

"Wilmyol, son of Randettiul," I replied.

"Randettiul, son of Ranseliol?"

"Yes. Do you know him?"

"Yes." The man lifted his chin and paused, as if reminiscing. "We were good friends once. You resemble him well. Tell him Emson of Port Raechwy says hello."

"I will."

"Go on now, Wilmyol. I'm sure you have a lot of work to do today."

I walked away from Emson beaming. As I passed by pantries and rookeries and cottages, questions and ideas flew through my mind like arrows. Not only did the stranger know my father, but he was all the way from Port Raechwy! I still didn't know what he wanted to do in Pelhor, but I was positive it had something to do with reconnecting with my father. And what did they do in Port Raechwy? I had to know immediately.

I ended up sprinting to the rice paddies, which worried my father. People only ran to the paddies if there was an emergency, which rarely happened. I ended up tripping in the boggy water, and he helped me up with a worried countenance.

"What's the matter, Wilmyol?" he asked.

"The visitor claims to know you from long ago," I answered. "His name is Emson, and he comes from Port Raechwy!"

People listening to us were intrigued over the such distant location, but my father was still as frightened as he was when he saw me sprint through Pelhor.

"Where is he?"

"Feeding birds, at least when I saw him," I pointed north.

"Stay here with the others." My father kissed me on the forehead, and walked off. This would be the last I ever saw him alive.

I don't know what transpired there, but I heard a scream in the direction my father walked, and everyone in the town ran towards him. We ran by the inn, and Emson's horse was gone. When we arrived at the site where he fed the crows, we found the body of my father. His chest had been sliced open and his heart was stabbed, spilling entrails and blood over the stones. Through teary eyes, I scanned the area, and I saw Emson riding his horse into the Raging Hills.

I had no idea why he did this, or why he came to Pelhor in the first place. Regardless, I never forgot what had happened, and when I came of age, I took a mule from Bryotiul, son of Wiltiniol, and set off for the Raging Hills faster than one could say "revenge".

That was four years ago. I've tracked Emson into the heart of Grarett itself, on the coast, and not far from Port Raethwy. I checked the roster of the inn I'm staying at, and Emson is here too. This moon shall be the last he will ever see.

I've reached page 60 in the romance novel i'm writing. around 27,200 words so far!

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ሀ'ኳ ጢጤኴኲሀኡህ ኑኪጣኪ ቧኪሣሃየኴኪ ሀኲ ሃ ቈየሀኪኲ ኒሀኲኲኒኪ ሣጤጣኡኪጣ ጤሢ ኲኑኪ የየኪቧ. ሀ ሢኪኪኒ ኳጤጣኪ ሃኲኲሃሣኑኪካ ኲጤ ኑኪጣኪ ኲኑሃኡ ኳጤኴኲ ጤሢ ኲኑኪ ጣኪኴኲ ጤሢ ጣኪካካሀኲ. ኲኑኪ ሢጤኒጣኴ ኑኪጣኪ ሃጣኪ ኳጤጣኪ ሀኡኲጣጤኴጢኪሣኲሀየኪ ሃኡካ ኴሃኲሀኴሢሀኪካ የየሀኲኑ ኲኑኪኳኴኪኒየኪኴ. ሃኡካ ሀ ሢሀኡካ ኲኑሃኲ ሃኳሀሃቧኒኪ.

ሀ ካጤኡ'ኲ ኴየሢሢኪጣ ሢጣጤኳ ሃኡሇሀኪኲኚ, ቧየኲ ሀ ሃኳ ሃየየሃጣኪ ጤሢ ሀየኴኲ የየኑሃኲ ሃ ሀጤጣኪ ሀ ሃኳ. ሀ ሃኳ ኡጤኲ ሃ ኴጣሀኒኒኪካ ሀኡካሀየሀካየሃኒ. ሀ ሃኳ ኡጤኲ ሃኲኲጣሃሣኲሀየኪ. ሀ ሃቧኴጤኒየኲኪኒኚ ሣሃኡኡጤኲ ኴጤሣሀሃኒሀሗኪ. ሃኒኒ ኳኚ ኴየሣሣኪኴኴ ሣሃኡ ቧኪ ሣጣኪካሀኲኪካ ኲጤ ጤኡኪ ኒየሣጣኚ ኳየኲሃኲሀጤኡ ሀ ኑሃጢጢኪኡኪካ ኲጤ ኑሃየኪ ጣኪሣኪሀየኪካ ሢጣጤኳ ኳኚ ሢጤጣኪሢሃኲኑኪጣኴ. ሀ ሣሃኡ ኲሃጣኪ ኡጤ ሣጣኪካሀኲ ሢጤጣ ኲኑሀኴ ሃኲኲጣሀቧየኲኪ. ቧኚ ካኪሢሀኡሀኲሀጤኡ, ሀኲ ኳኪሃኡኴ ኲኑሃኲ ኪየኪጣኚኲኑሀኡህ ኲኑሃኲ ሀ ኑሃየኪ, ሀ ሣሃኡኡጤኲ ኪየኪጣ ካኪኴኪጣየኪ. ሀ ካጤ ኡጤኲ የየጤጣጣ ኑሃጣካ. ሀ ሃኳ ኡጤኲ ህኪኡኪጣጤየኴ. ሀ ሃኳ ኲኑኪ ሃኒኒ ካኪየጤየጣሀኡህ ኒጤሣየኴኲ ኲኑኪ ቧሀቧኒኪ የየሃጣኡኪካ ሃቧጤየኲ. ኴኪኒሢሀኴኑ ሃኡካ ሣጤኡኴየኳሀኡህ.

ሀ ኑሃየኪ ሃኡ ኪኚኪ ሢጤጣ ኴኪኪሀኡህ ኒየሣጣ, ቧኚ የየኑሀሣኑ ሀ ኳየኴሣኒኪ ኳኚ የየሃኚ ሀኡኲጤ ኲኑኪ ሣጣጤየየካ ኲጤ ኴኡሃኲሣኑ ሃ ሢኒሃጣኪ ሢጣጤኳ ኲኑኪ ሃሀጣ ቧኚ የሀጣኲየኪ ጤሢ ኳኚ ኴሀኳጢኒኚ ቧኪሀኡህ ኲኑኪጣኪ. ኴኑጤየኒካ ሀ ኑሃየኪ ኡጤኲ, ኲኑሃኲ ሢኒሃጣኪ የየጤየኒካ ኑሃየኪ ሣጤኡኲሀኡየኪካ ካጤየየኡ ኴኲጣኪሃኳ ኲጤ ኴጤኳኪጤኡኪ ኪኒኴኪ. ቧየኲ ኡጤየየ ሀኲ ሀኴ ኳሀኡኪ. ኡጤኲ ቧኪሣሃየኴኪ ሀ ሣጣኪሃኲኪካ ኲኑሀኴ ኒሀኲኲኒኪ ጢሀኪሣኪ ጤሢ ጤጢጢጤጣኲየኡሀኲኚ. ቧየኲ ቧኪሣሃየኴኪ ሀ የየሃኴ ኲኑኪጣኪ ሢሀጣኴኲ.

ሀ ሃኳ ሃ የኪጣኚ ኒጤየኪካ ሀኡካሀየሀካየሃኒ. ሃኡካ ሀ ኪኡሀጤኚ ሀኲ, ጣኡጤየየሀኡህ ሢየኒኒ የየኪኒኒ ኲኑሃኲ ሀ'ኳ ሃ ኒኪኪሣኑ, ኲሃጣሀኡህ ኲኑኪሀጣ ኪኡኪጣህኚ, ኲሀኳኪ, ሃኡካ ጣኪኴጤየጣሣኪኴ ሃኡካ የየሀኒኒ ኡጤኲ ቧኪ ሃቧኒኪ ኲጤ ጢሃኚ ሀኲ ቧሃሣጣ. ሀኲ ኳሃጣኪኴ ኳኪ ኴሀሣጣ. ጣኪኪጢኴ ኳኪ የጢ ሃኲ ኡሀህኑኲ. ኲኑኪ ጤኡኒኚ ጣኪሃኴጤኡ ሀ ኑሃየኪ ኡጤኲ ጣሀኒኒኪካ ኳኚኴኪኒሢ ሀኴ ቧኪሣሃየኴኪ ሀ ኒሃሣጣ ኲኑኪ ሣጤኡኴኲሀኲየኲሀጤኡ. ሀ ሢኪሃጣ ካኪሃኲኑ. ሀ'ኳ ሃ ቧሃኒኒኒኪኴኴ ጢየኴኴኚ.

Dear writers,

My name is Danylo, I am from AlphaNovel team. AlphaNovel is a platform where you can publish your novel, find unique readers and get a stable income. 

Lately we've been getting a lot of inquiries about contracts. We see that all processes, contract and waiting time for submitting with platforms are quite long. 

Our team decided to automate the process of signing contracts!

Today we are launching an update of our writers` platform based on writers` requests and recommendations. Now contracts can be signed automatically and the whole process will take up to 1-2 business days after your book is approved and the contract is signed from your side  ✅

We`re about to release more dynamic stats and comments in a few weeks so you can keep track of how readers love your novels. 

You can check more details regarding the platform here: https://alphanovel.io/writer

Feel free to contact me if you have any questions.

Hi everyone 🥰 I'm a bit nervous about this, but I've been a closeted writer for way too long, and here I wanted to share with you my writing! In essence, they are intimate letters to a friend, written with deep introspection over events that occur universally for all of us. Herein I've attached a link to my first, titled 'On Hurt, Detachment and the Art of Letting Go. Hope you enjoy, do leave some love if you do, I would really appreciate the encouragement 🥰🥰

I'm just tired now. Exhausted really.

I can't even see the light anymore. I've lost all track of time and I can't even remember how I got here. I've given up on escape. In every direction, there is nothing. I can't even see myself. I just feel myself falling.

It's quiet.

The loudest noises are my thoughts and even those are only a whisper. Whispers in the darkness have become my reality.