Our Little Club A short story about a group of friends who have suffered a terrible loss and the ways they cope in the aftermath. I am submitting this story for workshop in two weeks and need it to be extremely polished by then. I really welcome and would love to get some feedback on this. I'm also not 100% on the title so if people have suggestions for better titles I am totally open to that.

1 When All Was Said and Done, I survived I have tried to burn my body to the ground using the splinters you left just below my skin and I have found that I am too resilient for that.

Une Menace A Bomb? J'écrit un séries d'histoires pour un portfolio d'écriture francais. Voici un de mes préfèrés. Je ne suis pas tellement plaisé par la terminaison mais j'aime beacoup la reste.

To be: Cold, Defenceless, Impervious, Disregarded I wrote this for a school assignement. It was supposed to be about our fictional olympic experience. It's not really a sports story though so if you don't like sports you might still like it.

2 A writer? A liar? this is a response to another poem I read, I feel really bad at the moment that I can't remember the authors name or the title however I did leave a comment on her poem saying that I would probably write a response so I'd hope she'll read this and enjoy.

Flirting with magic » Mortals getting mixed up with magic has a habit of resulting in disaster. Let's see what happens in this soho fantasy.

1 A worry of words So this is something I have been thinking about lately. One of my good friends tends to see things other people look past because everyone is trying to read something into it but he just sees it as it is.

3 My favorite color I wrote this in one sitting as a last ditch attempt to escape a writers block. I must say though, I have fallen madly in love with this piece of my writing. It's all about my favorite colour and why it's my favorite colour.

Aurora Aurora Once upon a time there was a little girl named Aurora. Now Aurora was a right little brat, who never did what she was told and through a fit when she didn't get her way. A fractured fairytale based on the classic sleaping beauty

2 Old Friend this is a poem I wrote about an old friend of mine, we used to be very close but slowly we grew apart but I still trust him more then just about anyone else