G L

Canada

I tend to read a lot, so of course, this turned into writing. Combining this with mediocre art skills makes for someone who can't ever decide on a proper hobby.

Message from Writer

I do tend to write abstract-ish works. 'Works' and whatever poems I get inspired to do. And I lowkey have no idea how to use this site. But feedback to help me grow is always really appreciated!

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G L (Canada) published:

A Friend's First Smile

PROMPT: Writing for Children Competition 2020

The first dawn of the year. A puppy's first bark. Magic was an abstract thing, weaving itself in the most unexpected places.
(Illustration: a silver wind, blowing through the hair of young children playing in the snow, unaware.)

Sammy knew this well, his imagination running wild as he used magic. And he loved using magic. He used it so much he forgot to make friends. 
Regardless, the other children tried to talk to him.

"Wow! I love your magic!" "How...

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9 months ago

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G L (Canada) published:

A Friend's First Smile

PROMPT: Writing for Children Competition 2020

The first dawn of the year. A puppy's first bark. Magic was an abstract thing, weaving itself in the most unexpected places.
(Illustration: a silver wind, blowing through the hair of young children playing in the snow, unaware.)


Sammy knew this well, his imagination running wild as he used magic. But the other children didn't, casting looks of jealousy over at him when he would soar past them. They would scoff at him using magic for everyday tasks, saying that...

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10 months ago

G L (Canada) published:

Home

PROMPT: One Home

we, of different races, genders, orientations. 

we, of different homes, mothers, lovers. 

we, of different hobbies, statuses, studies. 

each and every one of us lives upon our shared mother. 

the earth provides us with food, shelter, life. 

we laugh, sing, dance, cry, scream, wail. 

we listen to music like a man dying to thirst. 

we draw like our emotions are pouring out of our hands. 

we write like its the last thing we’ll ever do. 

we learn, study, make friends....

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10 months ago

G L (Canada) reviewed:

Indu in Akkapalem

PROMPT: Writing for Children Competition 2020

I don't really have anything, this was a great piece that I really liked.

10 months ago

G L (Canada) reviewed:

The Adventures Of Ann Marie And Arrlow

PROMPT: Writing for Children Competition 2020

I really loved the way you ended the story, it was a great finishing touch. Other than that, I don't think you need to worry much about what you'd mentioned. The story works very well the way it is, and...

10 months ago

G L (Canada) liked Indu in Akkapalem by reema (United States)

10 months ago

G L (Canada) liked The Adventures Of Ann Marie And Arrlow by Megaparsec (United States)

10 months ago

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G L (Canada) published:

The Fox in the Walls

FREE WRITING

He was sitting on the winding steps leading into the campus, in the shade of the old birch tree.

He thought a thousand words a minute, yet he was unable to connect them. Sighing, he put down his pen. The journal slips out of defeated hands.

The ink drips from the tip of his pen, slowly trailing across the paper as if it had a mind of its own.

Drip.
    Drop.
        Splatter.

It spilt over to rest on the steps,...

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10 months ago

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G L (Canada) published:

The Old Apple Tree by the Hill

FREE WRITING

The screams were loud, but the silence louder. A four-year-old girl peeked out from behind a cabinet as her parents argued.

Wide-eyed, she stood there, paralyzed. She would continue to stand there even after her parents had gone to sleep, the silence being too suffocating.

At six, her mother left them, stuck in a house that was too big. Her father began to grow more bitter.

At ten, she still hadn’t made any close friends.

At seventeen, she met him...

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10 months ago

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G L (Canada) published:

Out of Time

FREE WRITING

She sat by the sunflowers on the bench in the park, watching, waiting as her clock ticked down.
Five days, it said.
She smiled and turned back to her book.

The next day, she was there again, the same hopeful, yearning feeling leading her to the sunny spot right under the streetlight.
She had four days left.

He was across the park, feeding the ducks. The ducks quacked and he beamed.
She looked at him and glanced down again....

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10 months ago