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The greatest writer

The greatest writer

I‘m 14 years old. I love writing an reading

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Writings
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The greatest writer

The greatest writer

I‘m 14 years old. I love writing an reading

67
Writings
18
Followers
45
Following
Hunted Hotel That People Disappear

The greatest writer

1 min read

“ hello this is teenage news. Yesterday afternoon, a guest called Jack was missing from the hotel, and we don’t know why, but the hotel staff said a room is locked, because 5 years ago, a guest jumped off the building, and the other night, the two guests were missing, and not found until now, so the hotel is closed. Thanks for listening to our conversation, have a good day.”

Dad this is exiting, ...

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A Letter From My Future Self

The greatest writer

1 min read

“You received a letter.” Mom said. I ran over to my mom excitedly, and when I looked at the letter, I was shocked! “What?” The name is my name but it says “A LETTER FROM YOUR FUTURE” I rubbed my eyes, I was thinking is this true? I went into my room, opened the letter, it said “Lino Zhang” . I was thinking, is this a scam, or a prank. When I read the letter, I was confused. The beginning part says...

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The Most Boring Year Of My Life

The greatest writer

1 min read

was a great idea, but a few weeks past, I feWe all have boring days, but mine is very different. I am a quiet person, but sometimes I feel bored and I can’t stop walking around, so my dad had an idea. He let me walk in the park with my parents after dinner. I felt thatlt bored again. I told my dad that I want a person that plays with me, but he said you can play with our dog. I don’t want to play ...

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Should Teens Have Their Money

The greatest writer

2 min read

I always had a question: should teenagers have pocket money? This question confused me when I saw some of my friends had their own money. I asked them did you earn this money? Some of them said yes and some of them said their parents gave them, like 5 dollars a month, so I asked my dad why teens should have pocket money? My dad told me that money is a thing that can be exchanged with others, and t...

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A Library That Whisper In The Night 

The greatest writer

2 min read

“You I heard that the library on the teenage street was hunted!” “ ok Jack stop joking bro, everyone one knows that you are a joker.” “No I’m serious. Someone saw the a white thing just flashed in the night, let’s go check it out!” “ what I’m not, if it’s true, I definitely won’t going to the hunted library.” “ well if you’re not going, the snacks aren’t yours anymore.” “Ok bro you got me this ti...

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If I Could Be Invisible One Day

The greatest writer

2 min read

I’m interested in Invisible. When I’m small, I saw many movies about invisible superheroes fighting evil aliens, but my dad said that these movies were just made for fun. I don’t think so, because if someone could make these kinds of movies, that’s mean they could be invisible. When I’m old enough to type on a computer, my question is still in my mind, so I decided to search online. I searched: "A...

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If You Could Fly, What Would You Do

The greatest writer

1 min read

Do you want to fly like an airplane or a bird? I don’t care about you guys, but I do. Sometimes I wonder if birds are tired when they are flying, so I searched online , and the result says “ Yes, birds can get tired when flying for too long .” So I gave up thinking, because I thought every animal including people will get tired when they run for very long. I went to bed at 9:00 P.M. The next morni...

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A House That Screams At Night

The greatest writer

1 min read

I was sleeping, but a scream woke me up, my parents was sleeping but did they heard that. The house at the last always have something weird, but this night was different, this scream was very cold, and the weirdest thing is behind the window a round thing that was covered in black thing seems looking at me, at when I turned round and turned back the light was on, and the round thing was gone, I ra...

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The Room Upstairs

The greatest writer

1 min read

Our house was old, with creaking floors and dusty corners, but I never felt afraid of it—until the night I heard footsteps above my room. The strange part was, there was no upstairs. The roof sloped right above my ceiling, so the sound of slow, dragging steps shouldn’t have been possible.


At first, I told myself it was just the house settling, or maybe a raccoon on the roof. But the footsteps cam...

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The House On The Hill

The greatest writer

1 min read

Everyone in town avoided the crooked house on the hill. Its shutters rattled on windless days, and sometimes faint music drifted from its windows at night. One evening, curiosity overpowered fear, and I climbed the creaking steps to the porch. The door opened on its own, groaning like a warning. Inside, dust floated in golden beams of light, but the piano in the corner played by itself. Each note ...

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