Storygirl95

Primary tabs

I have 91 stories published in 4 collections on the site.
My stories have been read 41570 times and 6 of my stories have been cherry picked.

Storygirl95's picture
Madison

Hi! I'm a college student who should be doing her homework but is instead changing one word in her story that won't really matter in the long run but that she can't ignore. I should be sleeping, it's probably 3 am right now. I adore writing and I promise I won't bite you unless you're made of mint chocolate chip ice cream.
I like to write a lot of different things, and the characters in my brain seem so have no regard for the fact that as a human being I have a life and needs like food, sleep, and human company.
I'm appreciative of all reviews, including but not limited to compliments, comments, and soul wrenching criticisms that make me cry for three days huddled in a corner. (Please try to limit these though or my friends may become concerned.)
Overall, the goal is to spread my writing for others to enjoy, or at least feel better about their own, so here I am! I look forward to being a part of this community and working alongside you all!
Have a great day/evening/night/whatever time it is in your dimensional space.
Keep writing! :)

My stories

Highway Part 46

Highway Chapter 23(continued) “Johnny?” I asked, confused, “What are you doing here?” He rose an eyebrow, but chuckled. “Calling me by my first name...

Highway Part 45

Highway Chapter 22(continued) Waiting was all we did. Seconds turned to minutes, minutes turned to hours. Julian eventually got me to visit a room to...

Highway Part 44

Highway Chapter 22(continued) Realistically, he could die at anytime from the blood loss, especially since I had no way to get him back to town...

Highway Part 43

Highway Chapter 22(continued) “Hi,” he said, as if this were an everyday situation. He asked me why I was here, confused. I told him I came back to...

Highway Part 42

Highway Chapter 22 Matt was smiling at me, despite my situation. He looked to my father, asking him to give me back. My father sneered, turning to me...

Pages