Naya's A Writer

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“A Night in Paris, segment two.” by Naya's A Writer

Segment two, what will happen? do you have a clue?Segment one flashback:---Tears of happiness flowed down my face. "Charlotte, you're the best. I knew from the moment I met you, you're the one. Will you accept me as your forever partner in life and marry me?"I answered without a doubt, "Yes!! Jamie, yes!!" He slipped the ring on my finger and he kissed my lips for the very first time since the day we met.---I kissed him back, but it was short and we broke apart, then we looked at each other with shining eyes, then we embraced each other.&nbs...

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“A Night in Paris, segment one.” by Naya's A Writer

Segment one, 50% done.I was walking down the college corridors and suddenly a boy blocked my way.I smiled playfully, then I tried to go through him. He won't let me. "Hi. I'm Charlotte." I said, holding my hand out, I was quite a bold girl. The boy replied, "Hello Charlotte, I'm James." His voice was thick with a French accent."Es-tu français James?," I asked, he smiled, "Je m'appelle mademoiselle, comment peux-tu parler français si couramment?" I said, "I take lessons, James."And from there, we always went to class together and became good ...

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“The House of Mirrors” by Naya's A Writer

I grasped my sister's hand as she pulled me to the House of Mirrors.I have an opposed feeling towards mirrors, but I'm not really sure if it's trauma or a phobia, but I hated them.When I was 6 years old, my brother, who was great at drawing, drew a big, scary, smiling clown with teeth bared, a circular, red nose, and blue hair on my bedroom mirror with colourful Sharpies.I woke up, and per my routine, strolled casually to the mirror, wanting to look at my reflection first thing in the morning, when I discovered the horrendous drawing.I jumpe...

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“-Afterlife-” by Naya's A Writer

*WARNING: NOT FOR PEOPLE WHO ARE AFRAID OF DEATH~!!*I am Lilly, and I'm 11 years old, and my best friend is Mary.I walked to school one morning, happily skipping on the sidewalk. And of course, at the school entrance, I bumped into, who else, but Mary. Now, let's talk about her, Mary, and her abnormal, perfectly strange, tastes.First, she's one week younger than me, cause my birthday is March 15 and she's March 22.Second, she really, really likes to draw, and her drawings are stupendous. Yet, they're scary, beautiful and pretty, yet scary......

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“F-R-I-E-N-D-S ” by Naya's A Writer

"Hi Robert, wanna hang out?"That was the text I sent him, three days ago, and he replied to it more or less like this:"Hey, sure. Where? I'm free on Monday, 4:30 P.M. Location, up to you... There's also something I wanna tell you."And I replied to his reply:"Sorry, just say ur text. My place, for our rendezvous?"And he said:"Yea sure, see you there and then!"Today's Monday, and I have something to tell him, and it's serious.I-I-I like Raffi...We've been friends for five years, 3 months and 5 days... and I've admired him, a lot, and I- I just...

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“Inspiration and Love.” by Naya's A Writer

In the heart of a sprawling forest, where ancient trees loomed tall and their branches whispered secrets to the wind, lived a young woman named Elara. She was an artist with an insatiable curiosity, always seeking inspiration in the beauty of the natural world that surrounded her. One fine morning, with her sketchbook and pencils in hand, Elara decided to venture deeper into the forest than she had ever gone before. The sun filtered through the dense canopy, casting dappled patterns of light on the forest floor. Elara followed a narrow tra...

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“That One Loss.” by Naya's A Writer

The air was cool and crisp as Briar stepped out of her weathered sedan and onto the gravel forecourt of a rustic gas station. The sun had begun its descent, casting a warm golden hue over the landscape. Briar stretched her arms above her head, her tired muscles protesting after hours of driving. She had been on the road for what felt like an eternity, a lone traveler in search of something she couldn't quite articulate. The gas station, with its retro charm, seemed like a haven in the midst of the unfamiliar countryside. Flickering fluores...

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“9 Steps to Get Out of a Car Kidnapping.” by Naya's A Writer

I was driving down Sunset Street and I was so full of my mother's vegatarian lasagna and was already thinking of getting extra cozy in my small bed. Abruptly, I saw a pair of headlights in the rear view mirror, I usually brush it off as another person trying to get home too. But, after I made a few turns it was still behind me. I was starting to feel anxious, it seemed like that car was following me. To make sure that it was, I made a few more turns and roundabouts. It was still behind me. That's fixed. I have a follower behind me. ...

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“Framily (Friends but family.)” by Naya's A Writer

2018. It was all rainbows and unicorns. My life, was all I ever wanted; I had good money, good family, good friends, good everything, until... 2019. I went down. 2023. Hi I'm Nataly, and I'm 24. My full name is, Nataly Briar. This is a story that will tell you something that happened 4 years ago. Something, that, very well, changed my life and the way I think completely, and led me to move, to New Zealand.  When I was 11 years old, I was interested in baking, and found this thing called Sourdough, and so I tried and trie...

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“1 step forward, 3 steps back.” by Naya's A Writer

"CUT!!" My director said as he waved his hands madly at me, I smiled and thought I had done a good job, until, I saw the director's face. Ugh. Wrong again. 1 step forward, 3 steps back. Well, at least I tried, I said to myself as I smiled at the thought of how hard I worked for this position and now that I am in this position, well, it's complicated. 1 step forward, 3 steps back. I've always been forgotten, not in a way where I am left behind but in a way where I work so very hard to do something for someone and that someone, forgot ...

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“That One Cabin.” by Naya's A Writer

Once upon a time, in a small town nestled deep within the heart of a dense forest, there lived a young girl named Emily. She was known for her adventurous spirit and curiosity that often led her to explore the mysterious woods surrounding her home. One sunny afternoon, as Emily ventured further into the forest than she had ever gone before, she stumbled upon an old abandoned cabin hidden amongst the towering trees. Intrigued by the sight, Emily cautiously approached the dilapidated structure. The cabin's weathered wooden walls creaked omin...

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“That One Sacrifice.” by Naya's A Writer

Every, single, individuallly individual, day, I sacrifice myself for some else's sake, for reference,Mondays:I sacrifice my sleep to wake up at 5 AM, and write stories so that, one day, I'll be a famous author like J.K. Rowling, Sir Arthur Conan Dyle, and Enyd Blyton. Then, I help with the school my Mother owns, not for money, but for love, not for the teachers, (except one), but for spending time with the kids I love. In short, I sacrifice my time and rest on Mondays. :)Tuesdays:I sacrifice my money for buying cooking supplies and recipe in...

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“That One Crime.” by Naya's A Writer

At 11:00 P.M., Monday, March 19. I was sitting across a table, facing two high-school girls, not as a father looking at his precious daughters with a loving face, but as a police inspector looking at two murderers with a hard, stern face. "Why did you kill your father by hammering a spike into his head?" I said, the younger one, Hanna, answered first, "We didn't mean to." in a most appealing voice, though one which I didn't buy. The older one, Mary, replied to her with gritted teeth, "Yes. We. Did. Mean. It." I looked at Mary, then turned ...

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“That One Ending.” by Naya's A Writer

7 o'clock, I was exhausted from the day's work. I work as an EO or an Event Organizer. This was a magical show with little kids with their snotty little noses singing a squeaky version of "Let It Go" I tried to smile as naturally as I could because the parents were there watching their children with proud, smiling faces. I don't know why my job is like this, but it's the highest-paying job I ever got, cause I literally get 2,500 or sometimes more as a tip for every party or show I throw. It's usually either school plays or kids' birthdays. I...

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i really don't see the need to not write.