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ChangeSometimes i sit here wondering who i am and why i'm here. i guess everyone has those days... where they sit on their bed, wondering about thier life or even just life.Change
I guess i had a day that felt different.
My body felt so different to other days.. my brain felt it too... like a feather floating to the ground.i felt that i didn't feel like my old self again.i couldn't reember my memories like it was turning to dust.. those sweet memories of the fun we had and the happiness i had in my life...where did it go?
Now i just sit here, watching the world go by.. feeling that emptiness beggining to creep up on


Midnight:Chapter 5Midnight chapter 5: The nightmareMidnight:Chapter 5
My body felt week and powerless, like nothing as inside. I could feel only the cold floor below me. My eyes began to open, it's blurriness blocking my sight. All I could barely see was blurry White shadows passing by and colours of a red-orange background with the hint of grey. I closed my eyes again and groaned. I tried to stretch my fingers as if I was waking up from sleeping but they were sore and unbearable to reach out any more. I sat up and opened my eyes again to a better view. People in front where running away from something. Some wore long whitish coats that where pure as sno


Midnight: chapter 4Midnight Chapter 4: When everything changesMidnight: chapter 4
Ever since that night of the weirdest nightmare, everything been going from worst to well darn strange. Example. when i woke up this morning, Jacob was near my bed like a little puppy waiting for it food.
He doesn't normally do that. But when he shouted happy birthday in my face. It explained it. Another thing was that our next door neighbour was sitting in the room as well. Weird, just really creepishly weird because.. she doesn't normally come round for anything except to check how where doing. Seriously. why does turning 16 make like worse fo


Midnight: Chapter 3Chapter 3: Weird SensationsMidnight: Chapter 3
I stood there in the corridor looking at my timetable. English, nothing could be better than English.actually is there anything better than English? I began putting my timetable away and began walking to English. I remembered that we had a new teacher today and that we where doing myths and legends or something like that. Last time we where learning about the loch ness which was a creature who was believed to be up in Scotland somewhere.. What next? Dancing fairy's? I opened the door and sat in my normal seat, fourth row next to the window. As usual Jacob was already there and s
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How to Revise or CritiqueHow to Critique Creative Writing / How to Revise Your Own WritingHow to Revise or Critique
aka Questions We Ask
aka ALL MY SECRETS
Critiquing and revision use similar skills, as revision involves self-critiquing. Therefore, to get better at revision, its necessary to critique other people and to read critiques other people give. Once youre used to evaluating work that you have no preexisting emotional attachment to, its easier to look critically at your own work.
As a note, this guide is only a guide, meant to help those who have no clue how to critique and/or revise. It is not the set in st
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