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Hi, everyone. I am really into writing stories at the moment - I would really like to be a writer. Probably no hope but this is a story I wrote when I was ten. I have like ten million saved on my computer and when I saw this on ciao i thought i would put one of my earliest on. This is only the beginning and I'm very sorry if it's awful hope you like it though ... CHAPTER ONE - IZZY Isabella Flavia Relli Marino's whole world revolved around her Aunt ...
...choice to love cats, but ever since she came to her aunt, she was given a cat on her birthday. She was now 12 years old, which meant that she had 11 cats. This was a lot but it didn't mean that Izzy loved any of them any less than the others (well Izzy liked to say that). Izzy came to her aunt Ingrid in an unexpected twist of fate where her parents died. Izzy did not know how they died and it did not particularly bother her. Izzy didn't care whether ...

wantaratgirl 11.11.2008 (12.11.2008) · Read full review
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When it became apparent that my 100th review, and my 2nd Ciao Anniversary/Birthday were likely to coincide, it became equally apparent that I'd have to do something a little special to mark the occasion. I took "something special" to mean "something new", and this is what that meant to me personally. I'm not a writer of fiction, or haven't been until now. There may be a very good reason for that, but fortune favours the bold, right? Either way, ...
...It's 6.30 in the morning. I know this because the alarm clock has just chosen this moment to come to life, interrupting a dream in which Angelina Jolie had just invited me in for coffee. I hate it when that happens. It's also Friday. I know this because I'd had an argument with my girlfriend last night about our weekend plans. She's invited her mother around for dinner. On a Friday night? I'm less than pleased about missing a night out with the boys ...

Soho_Black 30.08.2004 · Read full review
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I started writing a novel when I was a supply teacher/unemployed, a few years back. I got to about 28,000 words, decided it was mostly shit, then scrapped the biggest part of it and started again. Only, then I got a job and soon afterwards a computer, and all I seem to be able to motivate myself to do these days is look on Ciao to see if I've changed colour or something. So, in what will probably turn out to be a vain attempt to motivate myself to ...
...novel. I'm not sure if the Ciao formatting allows italics, which may spoil some bits, but thanks in advance to anyone who bothers to read it anyway. 1 Jessica is beautiful. No. Too strong a word. Audrey Hepburn is beautiful. Was. Juliette Binoche is beautiful. Jessica is pretty. No, pretty is not the right word. Pretty is the sort of word that has been used so overused as to become an antonym of itself. While, in days of yore, telling a girl she ...

robbo2000 21.03.2006 · Read full review
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Most of my friends on ciao know that I want to become a film director when I'm old enough, but I do also have a passion for writing. Over the years I have written quite a few screen plays, and maybe if I do well with the directing, I might be able to bring these screen plays forward and make them into a movie or even television show. For my 100th review, I wanted to write a story, one that is completely knew for this occasion. Back in English a few ...
...one of the famous writers, quite a few of us chose Shakespeare, back then I wasn't that much of a good writer, but I took that aspect of the story and put it into this one. I wanted to put a couple of relationships going on with the story, the point I wanted to make is that they struggle to find relationships out of the unit, so Alex and Mel were always going to go together, but I wanted to explore another relationship, so I thought two of the main ...

DixieChick10 03.04.2008 (06.04.2008) · Read full review
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Ok, I'm kind of new to the Ciao cafe side of things, but I am currently writing a novel and thought I would share with you the first chapter. I apologise in advance for any offensive language, if anybody is offended please let me know and I will censor it. Thank you for reading. An ashen sky, that was how it started. But it was a matter of minutes before Alex Sewell knew something was wrong. He looked over the water to the land beyond and contemplated ...
...out here where his boat might capsize or at the very least suffer acute seasickness. “Shit!” He exclaimed. “Why the fuck does all this shit happen to me all the time”. It had seemed like a good idea at the time, a beautiful day and the promise of a days fishing in the still waters off Holland Haven. Of course, when Alex opened his curtains this morning the weather had been much better. The sun was glinting off the waves and the early morning mist ...

TheHairyGodmother 21.04.2007 · Read full review
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(Sorry for the crappy title, but I didn't want anyone to read this and have "triggers" or whatever...) THE LIES You know, the constant lies I had to tell were the worst. I was forced to fabricate accidents, feigning clumsiness, and to suffer the causetum of them. You'd assume I would feel shame, or embarrassment, at being known for being accident-prone, but I didn't. Oh, I suffered from guilt and shame, alright, but it was for the untruths, rather ...
...utter a lie from my mouth, I cringed with regret, with shame, with abhorrence at my own abject apathy. I despised myself. He made me despise myself, in the beginning; but by the end he didn't need to, I could do it by myself. But I needed to tell the lies, because not to would invoke something altogether more shameful - a hideous secret, and the root of my misery. There are three types of lies: gross untruths, slight exagerations, and misleading ...

steffee 05.06.2006 · Read full review
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Chapter one "That's it, George!" cried Mack Barber, smiling so broadly that his jaw was threatening to lock. "You're nearly there!" George Carter, his chubby cheeks so full with bread that they were threatening to burst at any moment, nodded with understanding, and with one quick movement began to shove more bread into his already-brimming mouth with a podgy finger. He resembled a greedy hamster: his nose twitching this way and that as he grunted ...
...on the nearby goalpost. "So close it's unbelievable!" George's small beady eyes were squinting hard with determination as he tried with all his might to cram in more bread, an absolutely impossible feat. For a moment though, it looked as though George was coping well with the task at hand. A small amount of crust was somehow thrust into an unbelievable space somewhere in his left cheek, and Mack's heart began to beat just that little bit quicker ...

susannaspecial 23.07.2008 · Read full review
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Storyfish She has her hands in the goldfish bowl again. Every morning, she reaches podgy, damp, sticky fingers into the box, pinches together a few fragile flakes and sprinkles them into the water; carefully she dips in her fingers to wash off the remaining crumbs. The fish shies away and then bobs back up to the surface, swallowing dolefully. The routine brings them both satisfaction: for her it is the official start to the day since her teacher ...
...makes them at home. Wet fingers are wiped absently on a clean school skirt. I have to complain. “Stop that! I don’t do all the washing for you to ruin it, you know. Maybe I should take that fish away if you can’t-“ “No Mummy! I’ll be careful, I promise.” It’s my daily threat, and she’s used to it. Sometimes I think the fish means more to her than I do. We have always been alone; it’s her, the fish and me. Not the same fish, obviously. But since ...

ruth_cole 11.02.2004 (14.02.2004) · Read full review
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Note: This is a short story which has been based on a factual event, the sinking of the Titanic. It is designed to show people what the “middle” class of people witnessed, as in nearly all the stories about the Titanic, the emphasis was placed on the First and the Third class section of Titanic, but hardly ever the Second class. This story is written in the 1st person, told through a fictional character I have created, to show you what it was actually ...
...---- The night was cold, bitterly cold. I stood on the ship’s boat deck, looking out into the black starry night. There before me, the grey steely Atlantic stretched before me as far as the naked eye could see, no other sign of life on its barren surface except us. As every second ticked past, America drew nearer and nearer to us. I was heading to the State of California once I reached New York, as days before, I received word that I was now an ...

stevie-boy 11.04.2004 · Read full review
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Recently, a friend let me read her book. She'd spent months on it, and I have to admit to being both impressed and jealous, as I'd been saying for ages that I wanted to have a go at writing one. Anyway, I was inspired, and have started one for myself. This is the opening portion, and I figured that there was no better way to get constructive feedback than to let you discerning people have a look. Sorry, it's hefty, but if you can plough through it, ...
...style and content in particular. I will also point out that I've toned down much of the language, but there is still a bit in there, so consider yourselves warned! Thanks, and enjoy… My life is officially desperate. Until today, it'd merely been ambling and slightly listless, but a quick call to my mum, which was only meant to fill the twenty minutes before I was meeting Mark and Bryony, put an end to that happy state of affairs. 'Hello?' Of course ...

spacemonkey 15.05.2006 · Read full review
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So, hi and all that. I used to write here a while ago, like maybe a few months ago? No, it's cool if you don't remember, I wasn't really any good. I've been away for the past whatever length of time because I had to write dissertations and essays at university, and ponder the potential for metaphorical gender rape within Kate Atkinson novels. Y'know. I'm not particularly back at all, but I have recently just handed in my dissertation for university, ...
...creative writing as a joint honours degree, because I made a lot of poor decisions in life during secondary school. (Don't do creative writing, kids! It's worthless! Especially at a university positioned in the middle of bloody nowhere). This is the short story I wrote - or, rather, it's the second-to-last draft I did of the story, leastways. If you're bored, you could read it and stuff, although there's no particular need unless you truly have nothing ...

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Sometimes life doesn't turn out the way you plan... ---------------- As I woke this morning, I was cold. The main fire in the centre of the building just doesn’t heat our cells very well. My brown coarse robe is heavy but there’s only so much one can do to combat the cold at this time of year. Just keep busy. I remember Thomas Becket is supposed to have told the King that the best way to fight the cold is with the cold’s own elements – splash yourself ...
...nearly died. Becket may be a saint now but his advice wasn’t designed to do anything more for me than to make me a saint before my time. I’m cold. It seems I’m always cold now. I was born the seventh child of a family of farmers on the borderlands between England and Wales. Occasionally there’s some unrest and knights sweep in and out through there but generally the people are left to tend the soil and eek out their living. No one really cares about ...

frkurt 19.09.2004 · Read full review
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...America, and I'm afraid my fiction leaves a lot to be desired but nevertheless, here it is - like everything I write on Ciao - it's just meant to be entertaining. If so, then it's a successful piece in my eyes! Enjoy - The Scratching. Ladies and gentlemen. Boys and girls. My name is Eddie Radford, and I am drunk. Dead Drunk. Legless. Try shitfaced, if you will and if you fancy it. I've been drunk before, sure I have - but never quite like this. ...
...too slow, or at least, no slower than usual. My head don't hurt; my stomach's fine and my eyes stay still when you look at them. Oh, but I'm drunk for sure. Must be. I've had a few drinks that's all, and I imagined something. Or imagined I saw something. Or… or something like that. So I'm drunk, OK? Must be… right? * * * * It started at four. I work in the pepper mill on Carter Street, just past the old Ironworks. Every Tuesday, me and some ...

Sam_Garland 03.08.2006 · Read full review
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I have had a flurry of creativity. My 69th review was met with such enthusiasm here I am again, offering up one of my imagination babies to the critics here at ciao. This is something new for me, a completely non- romantic, non-erotic story and I hope you enjoy reading it. I am really nervous now. Better just get on and paste the story and submit it eh? *gulp* *please note given ratings are my fantasy...the rating I hope I get!* ------------------------------------------------------------------ ...
...gone into town with my 2 year old daughter in her buggy to do some shopping. Not fun shopping, just ordinary , run of the mill food shopping. It had been sunny all day so far. Hazy but hot and with a wonderfully whipping chill wind over the top of it to take the edge of the heat. Elizabeth was happy. People kept stopping to talk to her, her bright eager blue eyes and bouncy blonde hair capturing their attention, well I think incessant 2 year old ...

VickyVickster 24.08.2004 · Read full review
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The downpour was very heavy. The driver said "Sir, I can't see anything in front". Torrents of water were falling on the windscreen. I thought it would be better to halt at one of the wayside restaurants and have some refreshments, while the rainfall might slow down. I was travelling to Trivandrum, the capital city of Kerala State, my home state in Southern India. The driver negotiated a turn and drove the Ford Ikon into the parking area of The Tropical ...
...the rainfall, the monsoon was in its prime youth and the wet assault continued. Unfolding an umbrella, I rushed into the restaurant and went inside the coffee shop. The dim light of the restaurant spread a gloomy atmosphere inside. I saw an old lady sitting at the centre table and sipping a cup of what could be coffee, from the aroma I could feel, while I was walking past her. Mantovanni's orchestra was playing Moon River over the music system and ...

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