Way out (short story)

• Artist: Corbin-Bleus-Wife
• Description: This is kind of how i feel about myself so i decided to express it through a short story. I hope you like it. (Its not meant to be that deep (if your going to criticize then constructive criticism only please))
• Date: 08/23/2008
• Tags: wayout

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After a good nights sleep, I was awaken by the sound of a strong knock on my door.
"Wake up Sandra," my mother said. "Breakfast is in an hour."
I got up and sat at my desk, then pulled out my notebook and started writing.
She ran away as fast as her legs could take her, I wrote. Even though her eyes were closed as she ran, Amelia had no fear of tripping because she knew every rock, tree, and root in the forest.
I put my pencil down and reread what i had already wrote. Writing was my way out. No one else knew about my writing. They didn't have to. It was the only thing i had that was truly mine. When i write I'm in control and i can make the story go any way I want to. I don't exactly know where the ideas come from, but when I have a pencil in my hand, the ideas just flow out on paper. I'm in my own little world when I write. A world thats all mine. All mine.
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Comments

[topazgirl1121]

omg i love your story and at least its not one of your gay stories

form crystal

[_Z-lurp-i_]

id have to agree with the other 2 comments BUT!
i find your story very intriging and u shuld write more
an i too love to write because it is mine and only mine

[Johnny No-Knees]

I would expand on it a bit and break the main paragraph into a couple of paragraphs and add some more detail on why you feel this way.

[Keeva Stark]

You get your point across, but this more of a small passage than a short story. Aside from some little grammar mistakes, I think it gives some good insight. Just pay attention to typos and try to give some more plot to your stories.