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What are you currently reading?
by tommy
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 February 20th
...See more Tell us what book you're currently reading! Are you enjoying it? Would you recommend it to someone else so far? {GIF of a cat reading a book}
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 December 2nd, 2024
...See more Welcome to the Reading & Writing Taglist This thread is an auto-updating list. The list is regularly updated by forum leaders and can be found below. Having issues? Reply below and someone will help you! Why should I join the taglist? ✔ Never miss out on sub-community check-ins, discussions or events ✔ Get tagged and notified by community leaders whenever a new relevant thread has been posted ✔ Become a more active member of the community. What do I need to do? ✅ To add yourself to this taglist, press the Post to Thread button below and write the exact words Please add me. ❌ To remove yourself from this taglist, press the Post to Thread button below and write the exact words Please remove me. ------------------------- Current taglist as of 27 August (updated by @tommy) @amiableBunny4016 @calmmoon2104 @dancingGrotto @GwydionRowan @hanasophia @HarmonyBlossom @HatsEatYou @LoveMyMoonflowers @softForest4843 @tommy
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Stories or Story Starters
by anonyOak9431
Last post
 19 hours ago
...See more Taping my chewed up nails on Mrs.Nelson’s desk I yawned. She was going on, and on, and on about how I was never going to get adopted if I kept acting this way.” Raina, Just be normal. Stop acting like you’re not a girl, and stop turning your skirts into shorts,” she said. Raina. God how I hate that name, It only ever reminded me of my old life. The one where I was pushed into the dumpster after being told I was a worthless piece of trash. “ Don’t.Call.Me.That.My name is Rain,” I hissed in response after gathering my thoughts.” You see, this is what I’m talking about. You need to stop thinking you're not a girl, you are one. Now go back to your room and wait for the lovely family looking to adopt you,” she said with her fake sweet tone of voice. Grumbling and slamming the mahogany chair into her fancy desk I stormed out of the office and down the hall.
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lets talk about IT
by PsychPrashansa13
Last post
 Friday
...See more Nope! it's not IT you thought at first, IT is LIFE :D It's so easy to make a plan, but execution, ahhhhhhhhhh I will change my life from Monday, first day of the month, first day of next year and the cycle goes onnnnnn...!!! Are you also like this? Or if you are a successful result-oriented planner! Please give tips man!!!!
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Ashes of a Phoenix
by NightshadeSystem
Last post
 Thursday
...See more Chapter 2  “Happiness can be found, even in the darkest of times, if one only remembers to turn on the light."  -Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban.      The ride to the school is quiet, with occasional stares from the new girl with her hood up. It was bright outside by the time they got to the school, yet Asher’s eyes were closed, trying to get any sort of sleep before school started. During the ride there, she could almost feel when the girl across from her started to stare with her wide eyes. When the driver signaled for them to get off the bus, she stood up and when she did the girl stared up at her, looking almost scared. Usually, Asher was the last one off the crowded bus, but this girl took that this time. She could feel the girl’s presence behind her and had an odd feeling about it, although she just took it as first-day jitters.    As Asher made her way toward the main entrance, the bright sunlight and bustling activity of the school campus made Asher uneasy again. The laughter and chatter of the other students seemed to fade into the background as she became hyperaware of her surroundings, searching for any sign of the mysterious, wide-eyed girl from the bus.    Before she knew it, the bell had rung for the first class to start. As she found her first class, Asher looked all around for the girl that was on the bus… She had a weird feeling about her. No girl has that pale, that wide-eyed. She’d had an odd feeling the night before, while she was watching the stars play around in the sky. Asher found her class, so she had to shake off the feeling for now, and hope that that girl is in one of her 5 classes, to find out her name. First class of the day, chemistry. Asher never really had an affinity for sciences, but math she could do.      Starting high school in sophomore year, this was only her second year there, and barely knew anybody. So, when she had to choose a group to sit in, she was the last person to be seated before the teacher came in. She chose this group of 2 girls and a guy, all good looking. The guy had a seemingly perfect face, brown hair with highlights, and the best thing about him was he had a green and a blue eye. The girls were stereotypical. One was legally blond, with green eyes and hair pulled into a ponytail so tight she looks like she had Botox put in her face. The other one was a definite mean girl, plain brown hair, plain brown eyes, plain clothes, she was plain. Although, plain in a prettier way than most. Asher was pretty herself, but didn’t quite qualify to be put in the same “status” as these other two girls. The guy was quiet while the blond girl rambled on and on about my hair this and guess what happened earlier that, while the guy just awkwardly sat there, and it was quite obvious that he was only popular for his looks, although most likely just his eyes.    When the teacher announced the project, the girls all looked at Asher expectantly, like they were just waiting for her to just, offer up doing all the work for them. Like that was going to happen. She knew the girls were going to make her do all the work, but she would only do her part in it and share no answers.     Once the teacher stopped blabbering enough to where she could actually think again, Asher stayed quiet, working on her assigned part. The brunette girl coughed. And coughed again. Then the third time, Asher looked up to see the girl staring at her and decided to open her dumb mouth.     “You sick or something? Jeez. Don’t cough on me, cover your mouth, what are you, a second grader?” The girl looked dumbfounded, and the blond stared, wide-eyed, as the guy tried and failed to hold back a laugh. It was obvious that the girl couldn’t come up with a good comeback, because she was gaping like a fish out of water. She turned back around and started scribbling on her paper. Brunette turned and asked Blond is she had any clue what the assignment was, and she didn’t know either. Then they asked Guy.    “Well if you had been paying attention and actually read the directions, you’d know by now, wouldn’t you?” Now it was Ashers time to hold in a laugh. In sync, both girls looked at her with absolute loathing in their eyes. She looked back at her paper.     Twenty minutes later, Asher finished her packet and got up to turn it in. “Um- Where are you going?” asked the Blond, stopping Asher in her tracks.    “Turning my paper in? What does it look like?”    “Without sharing your answers? That’s rude you know.”    “Get your own answers I’m not your scapegoat.” The girls had bewildered looks on their faces as Asher turns around and walks up to the teacher’s desk, handing her the packet. 
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Ashes of a Phoenix
by NightshadeSystem
Last post
 Tuesday
...See more Chapter 2  “Happiness can be found, even in the darkest of times, if one only remembers to turn on the light."  -Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban.      The ride to the school is quiet, with occasional stares from the new girl with her hood up. It was bright outside by the time they got to the school, yet Asher’s eyes were closed, trying to get any sort of sleep before school started. During the ride there, she could almost feel when the girl across from her started to stare with her wide eyes. When the driver signaled for them to get off the bus, she stood up and when she did the girl stared up at her, looking almost scared. Usually, Asher was the last one off the crowded bus, but this girl took that this time. She could feel the girl’s presence behind her and had an odd feeling about it, although she just took it as first-day jitters.    As Asher made her way toward the main entrance, the bright sunlight and bustling activity of the school campus made Asher uneasy again. The laughter and chatter of the other students seemed to fade into the background as she became hyperaware of her surroundings, searching for any sign of the mysterious, wide-eyed girl from the bus.    Before she knew it, the bell had rung for the first class to start. As she found her first class, Asher looked all around for the girl that was on the bus… She had a weird feeling about her. No girl has that pale, that wide-eyed. She’d had an odd feeling the night before, while she was watching the stars play around in the sky. Asher found her class, so she had to shake off the feeling for now, and hope that that girl is in one of her 5 classes, to find out her name. First class of the day, chemistry. Asher never really had an affinity for sciences, but math she could do.      Starting high school in sophomore year, this was only her second year there, and barely knew anybody. So, when she had to choose a group to sit in, she was the last person to be seated before the teacher came in. She chose this group of 2 girls and a guy, all good looking. The guy had a seemingly perfect face, brown hair with highlights, and the best thing about him was he had a green and a blue eye. The girls were stereotypical. One was legally blond, with green eyes and hair pulled into a ponytail so tight she looks like she had Botox put in her face. The other one was a definite mean girl, plain brown hair, plain brown eyes, plain clothes, she was plain. Although, plain in a prettier way than most. Asher was pretty herself, but didn’t quite qualify to be put in the same “status” as these other two girls. The guy was quiet while the blond girl rambled on and on about my hair this and guess what happened earlier that, while the guy just awkwardly sat there, and it was quite obvious that he was only popular for his looks, although most likely just his eyes.    When the teacher announced the project, the girls all looked at Asher expectantly, like they were just waiting for her to just, offer up doing all the work for them. Like that was going to happen. She knew the girls were going to make her do all the work, but she would only do her part in it and share no answers.     Once the teacher stopped blabbering enough to where she could actually think again, Asher stayed quiet, working on her assigned part. The brunette girl coughed. And coughed again. Then the third time, Asher looked up to see the girl staring at her and decided to open her dumb mouth.     “You sick or something? Jeez. Don’t cough on me, cover your mouth, what are you, a second grader?” The girl looked dumbfounded, and the blond stared, wide-eyed, as the guy tried and failed to hold back a laugh. It was obvious that the girl couldn’t come up with a good comeback, because she was gaping like a fish out of water. She turned back around and started scribbling on her paper. Brunette turned and asked Blond is she had any clue what the assignment was, and she didn’t know either. Then they asked Guy.    “Well if you had been paying attention and actually read the directions, you’d know by now, wouldn’t you?” Now it was Ashers time to hold in a laugh. In sync, both girls looked at her with absolute loathing in their eyes. She looked back at her paper.     Twenty minutes later, Asher finished her packet and got up to turn it in. “Um- Where are you going?” asked the Blond, stopping Asher in her tracks.    “Turning my paper in? What does it look like?”    “Without sharing your answers? That’s rude you know.”    “Get your own answers I’m not your scapegoat.” The girls had bewildered looks on their faces as Asher turns around and walks up to the teacher’s desk, handing her the packet. 
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Ashes of a Phoenix
by NightshadeSystem
Last post
 Tuesday
...See more Starting a new book, going to post a new chapter each week if i can! Chapter 1 “I like the night. Without the dark, we’d never see the stars” ~Stephenie Meyer, Twilight       Asher had always felt a deep, almost primal connection to the night. As the sun dipped beneath the horizon, casting the world in a veil of darkness, she found a sense of peace and wonder that the day could never provide. There was something mesmerizing about the way the night sky came alive, the stars twinkling like diamonds scattered across a vast, ebony canvas. In the darkness, Asher felt a freedom, an escape from the demands and distractions of the day. It was as if the night itself wrapped her in a comforting embrace, shielding her from the harsh realities that often plagued her during the day. The night was her sanctuary, a realm where she could truly be herself, unencumbered by the expectations of others. As she gazed up at the celestial display overhead, Asher couldn't help but feel a great connection with the natural beauty that was above her. It was in the night that true beauty was revealed, proven from the stars. She loved the night, but that was also when all the bad came in. She had always loved the night more, although she could never sleep due to nightmares. So, she came outside. The bright beauty of the stars and moon whisked her terrors away, and she was able to think in peace. The first day of junior year was tomorrow, well, today considering it was past midnight. Nonetheless, she was outside, telling the moon all her problems knowing it won’t help anything, although it seemed to help getting it all out every night. It was half past two am before she went back inside to try and sleep before she wakes up at five.   When Asher woke up, all she could think of was the dread filling her. The stares at her slightly pointed ears, her perfectly straight nose, and perfect body. One would think she is popular, but instead she gets called a “wannabe” and “false”.  She convinced herself that they were just jealous that she was prettier than all of them, and one girl tried to be her friend, but in the end was using her for her beauty and tried to set her on fire at a party. She escaped with no bodily harm, but she forever will have a hatred for that girl, and parties. Running, Asher gets to the bus stop right as it pulls up. When she gets on, she notices the driver staring. This year it’s an old guy, and he was looking at her hungrily. Quickly, Asher walks to the back of the bus, where she usually sits. This year though, there was somebody in the seat next to her. By the looks of her, she was a freshman. Just started and already a loner?  Asher took her normal seat and got a better look at the girl. She was ghostly pale, with wide eyes staring right back at Asher like she could see into her soul.
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Do read my first story on here.
by BlatantHonesty
Last post
 February 16th
...See more One day, two young men came to seek the help of a sage. One of them said with revered subservience, "Respected guru, we have traveled a long way to meet you in person. We have heard of your wisdom. We are brothers, and our parents fight constantly. Since our childhood, we have witnessed mental and physical violence. As a result, we are extremely anxious in everyday situations. Please help us overcome this accumulated anxiety." The sage remained silent, gazing intently at the two men. Then, he stood up, motioned for them to come closer, and slapped them both. In a calm, clinical voice, he asked, "Can you instantly erase the imprint of my palm from your faces?" Before the men could fully comprehend and respond, the sage quietly returned to his cottage.
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A tiny book, that this site insperd me to write in the last couple of days
by Manji84
Last post
 February 4th
...See more I m not sure how much i can write here, so here is the link the the book. https://docs.google.com/document/d/1DgHeaybeoltUbZfZozN9eDRBCORvUqhfaghx-Fc-VP8/edit?usp=sharing
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Short Story
by azurePond
Last post
 January 25th
...See more Here’s my first short story on 7cups. TW: murder. I’d really appreciate any feedback, as I’m new to writing short stories! The Final Vow The house felt too quiet without her. He thought of her perfume lingering on his shirt when she leaned into him. He remembered how her phone had buzzed incessantly, but she had ignored it. Sitting in the armchair by the window—he stared out at the dark street. The tea on the table had long gone cold. His thumb brushed the edge of the mug, almost by habit. She had held it in this very chair, her fingers adorned with a slim, elegant wedding ring. It caught the light when she gestured, her laugh warm and easy. He hated how much he had noticed it. He ran his fingers over her scarf draped across the back of the chair. Her perfume still lingered faintly—vanilla and jasmine. It clung to him too, inescapable and bittersweet. The memories pressed in, vivid and raw. The way she had laughed that first night they met, her head thrown back as if she wasn’t afraid of the world. Then the way she had stopped meeting his eyes at breakfast over the last few months. He had known. Of course, he had known. The late-night calls, the quickened steps as she left the house. He had seen her looking around to evade his eyes before whispering into the phone, “When will you return?” He had heard her call that man “darling.” But he had forgiven her. He always forgave her. People made mistakes. The knock at the door jolted him from his thoughts. He rose slowly, smoothing his shirt, and opened it to find two officers standing on the porch. “Good evening,” one said. “We’re looking into the disappearance of a woman from the neighborhood. Her husband reported her missing earlier today. Have you noticed anything unusual?” He shook his head, his expression soft with concern. “I’m sorry to hear that. No, I haven’t.” They asked a few more questions, thanked him, and left. He closed the door and stood there for a moment, gripping the handle. The silence felt heavier now, pressing down on him. In the basement, her body lay beneath a stained sheet. He stared at it for a long time, then reached down and adjusted her hair, smoothing it away from her face. She wasn’t his wife. She never had been... like everyone before her. But in the glow of the dim basement light, he vowed, “Till death do us part, darling.”
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A Random Short Prologue I Wrote
by Athena108
Last post
 January 16th
...See more Prologue Night had fallen. The ancient cemetery was still barren. But one particular grave was unique despite the years that had passed. Moss had grown all over the grave. But something was special about that moss. It was deadly. But unlike you think, it wasn’t the cause of death of people. Why? Nobody came near the grave, all the other graves were far away from that one. But today was a different day, a rather special day. No, not only because it was a full-moon night. History would begin to be repeated on this day. A new era would begin. The *** moon’s rays were falling on the crest of the you-know-what now. Darkness had fallen over the grave but the crest which held the darkest of the darkest secret glistened with radiance. Suddenly a dark shadow began lurking on it. The shadow turned into a man. It was as if the man had appeared out of the crest itself. With his dark-as-death-’s-eye robe, the man dug out the grave and took out something. The object was barely visible. He looked at it with his sharp black yet luminous eyes as if they would pierce into the concealed object. Hiding it cautiously in his robe he took off with a flash of light. But no, it didn’t end with this, the real bewilderments were yet to come to the human world.
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car windows ch.1
by twerp
Last post
 January 16th
...See more I watch the cars zoom past us as we speed away from yet another part time home. It's not all that bad, after many years of watching friendships grow then hitting the road, you normalize the despondent feel as you let that seed you planted get ripped out by its roots.  Plus, each road trip is equipped with all the junk food you can eat.  You'd be surprised to see what a 99-cent soda that slipped into your pocket from the 7 eleven can do for your troubles. "Lewie".  I look up into the reflection of my father's face in the rearview mirror.  A slight stubble accompanies his pressed lips.  "It's going to be different this time, this place."  He pauses, scratches his head, and turns to meet my eyes. "I know it's hard for you, kiddo, but you have to trust me, this time it will be different."  I wait till he turns back to the road to speak.  "Where are we headed?", I grumbled. Like the universe was listening into our conversation, we passed the sign for Bannack Montana. You've got to be kidding me.
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Letters from a hopeless dreamer
by twerp
Last post
 January 11th
...See more Letter 1 of many (To a certain someone who likes to lie) I see you. I see through your lies that you coat yourself with they are painful and sharp, cutting through every heart you meet but tell me, don't they cut through yours as well? Even though you destroy me and leave me with nothing I will build myself back up again to come save you When you are alone and have come to accept it I'll swoop in to get knocked down again It's selfish of me, I'm aware that you have no intentions to be truthful with me nor yourself but I just can't help myself from the urge to see you happy Truly, I hope to see you in my dreams again.
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My Story
by BlueMangocat5071
Last post
 January 3rd
...See more I have not finished it yet and have no clue what to add for chapter one. this is the prologue. I'm planning on having it go back in time to like tell the story of how it got to what happened in the prologue. Prologue My heart pounded in my chest like it was beating a drum. I didn’t have any time to react before the chandelier was falling toward me. Billions of tiny little lights blazing past my eyes, but I couldn’t focus on any of that. The building catching on fire and the chandelier falling toward my demise didn’t matter to me. What mattered was that the person standing across the room from me yelled something.  Did I make it up? Am I hallucinating? Am I sure this isn’t just a dream? Me wishing that all this in my head was fake? No it couldn’t be fake. I’m bleeding and feeling pain. Not just physical pain but also emotional. This couldn’t be fake. Could it? The flames licked hungrily at the walls, casting flickering shadows across the room. The atrocious scent of smoke filled my nostrils as I struggled to make sense of the chaos unfolding around me. The figure across the room gestured urgently, their words lost in the roar of the fire. With a surge of adrenaline, I pushed past the pain and stumbled towards them, desperate to escape the crumbling inferno. It was useless though. I was trapped by the wall of flames. I felt the heat of the flames start to *** my skin. Sweat flowing down my face and before it even got to the end of my chin evaporating off. I kept pressing on though stumbling as my clothes slowly caught on fire. As I slowly drew closer the person across the room wasn’t warning me but running after me. Maybe my memories are wrong but I swear I was fighting that person 5 minutes ago. Are they my enemy or are they trying to save my life? Confusion and fear swirled inside me as I struggled to grasp the sudden shift in the figure's actions. Were they friend or foe? The flames danced around us, painting a fumage scene of destruction and chaos. With each step closer, the figure's features became clearer, revealing a familiar face contorted in a mixture of determination and concern. As the searing heat enveloped us, the figure reached out a hand towards me, their eyes pleading for trust. Without thinking, I reached out and clasped their hand. They pulled me out of the building, dragging my nearly limp body behind him. As we emerged from the fiery chaos we fell to the grass field outside, gasping for breath in the cool night air, the figure turned to me. At that moment I realized it was him. The person who I had been fighting the entire time.  Why did he save me? Why? I tried to kill him, not once, not twice, but more times than I can count. The weight of conflicting emotions bore down on me as I came face to face with the person I had considered my enemy. Every fiber of my being screamed with the injustice of the situation, the tangled web of hatred and gratitude weaving a complex tapestry of turmoil within me. His gaze met mine, a mixture of exhaustion and relief mirrored in his eyes. The flickering light of the dying flames cast a haunting glow upon his features, accentuating the lines of weariness etched upon his face. "Why did you save me?" I whispered, the words barely audible over the crackling embers that still smoldered around us. He hesitated for a moment, as if grappling with his own inner demons before finally speaking, "Because despite everything, I couldn't let you die. I just couldn’t let you die."

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