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If you’re good at reading, you should find something you like to read. I started reading some book on a website called wattpad. I’ve been reading for like 6 or 7 hours now. Twenty chapters. Like 35 thousand words.

bro i gotta write an ECR on this book that explains a girl cutting herself...

Harry potter-Book 4-Chapter 32-page 638 "kill the spare" A swishing noise and a second voice, which screeched the words to the night: "Avada Kedavra!" A blast of green light blazed through Harry's eyelids, and he heard something heavy fall to the ground beside him; the pain in his scar reached such a pitch that he reached. and then it diminished; terrified of what he was about to see, he opened his stinging eyes. Cedric was lying spread-eagled on the ground beside him. He was dead. That.. I. Made me cry...

I'm looking for someone to be my editor and revisor for a book series I'm planning on writing.

I am currently crying so hard right now. This is seriously the most beautiful, well put together story ever. I can’t believe how magical it was 1:12. That part truly made me shed a tear. And especially at 6:34 that part was just so truly heart touching words can not describe the series of emotions I felt. I absolutely loved the climax it had insanely excellent detail. Oh and we can’t forget the conclusion. The conclu… Read more

-A FUNNY STORY-

Do you know the funny and strange story of a woman who burned a frozen rabbit? No? Then read this. Have fun. And don't forget to comment if you liked the story or not. Please don`t write mean comments if you don`t like it. What's your opinion on the story? . . .

"This jar is full of stupid worthless things, but they’re worth something to me” - Miranda Harcourt.

On a clear, but cold Wellington after… Read more

Guys my father had taken my crime book and locked it in his room to R.I.P the story I am Writing but I singed in on my brothers tablet just thought I would give reason on not being on.

A.I. generated poem:

I found it in an old book, hidden in a dusty shelf A poem that chilled my blood and made me doubt myself It spoke of ancient horrors, of things that lurk in the dark Of secrets best forgotten, of sins that leave a mark

It had no title or author, no date or place of origin But every word was written with a twisted sense of sin It rhymed with eerie precision, it flowed with dreadful grace It drew… Read more