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Publish and Share your Short Stories,Lyricsand Poetry.

Many people have been enjoying the 'Creative Writer' ApponWindows and now you can join the community on your Androiddevice.Creative Writer for Android is now here!

Publish your Short Stories, Lyrics and Poetry!

Creative Writer allows you to publish your work for free. Ifyouwant to publish your story, poetry or lyrics, then this istheplace to do just that.

It's like a Facebook just for Creative Writers!

You can view, comment and like work published by others.Yourpublications are instantly shared.
Edit or Remove your publications anytime.
See comments, likes and views on all your publications.
So let the Creative Writer come out in you!
Categories for:
- Short Stories
- Children Stories
- Poetry
- Lyrics
- Food Writers

Example Short Story by Kachina, from New Zealand

“Alright, take this. Swallow it. Don’t act different. Youknowwhat to do on the other side, someone will meet you.” Thosewerehis only instructions. What am I doing? I can’t go throughwiththis. I set the tiny bag aside and clutch the outside of mylittlebasin, starring in the mirror at my reflection. So manyindentedlines, I can’t even remember when they weren’t there. Mydark skinis radiating with fear and desperation. No. You have to dothis.They promised. I have to see him again. I flicked my long darkhairbehind my shoulders and tied it back into a pony tail. The tipofit brushes my elbows. I carefully put on my white pearlearringsand straighten out my uniform. With a glass of water in onehand,and the tiny bag of white powder in the other, I think ofRazak andnothing else.

“Attention ladies and Gentlemen. This is the final boardingcallfor flight number 2041 – Brisbane Australia!” For 9 years Ihaveworked here. Clearing tables for upper-class business men.Cleaningtoilets for ladies with heels like runways and faces sobeautifulbut so cold. For 9 years I have had rubbish and traystossed at me.I didn’t mind; I was grateful to find work so far awayfrom home.But this is the only way I can see my son again. Theypromised methat when I crossed the border, they would deliver.

With my small bag of belongings, I make my way to the foodcourt.Only today, I wasn't putting on fresh rubber gloves andemptying therubbish bags, I keep walking until I reach check in. Iwait in allsorts of ques, surrounded in all different types ofpeople. For asplit second, I lock eyes with a small boy. He istightly grippingonto his mother's hand and pulling her onwards. Itis still earlyhours, so the boy is wearing his train pyjamas andhis blue backpackwith yellow cars on it. His mother keeps shootinghim fierce looksand is telling him too hold on. Her blue eyes aredarting all overthe place, embarrassed that she is causing ascene. However everyoneis caught up in their own world, rushing toboard their own flightand collect their luggage. I place my bag ina blue tray andcontinue walking. When I walk through a metaldetector, I hold mybreath and gnaw at the insides of my checks.Nothing happens and Icollect my bag again. At exactly 8:15am, Iboard the plane and I amassisted to my seat, which is near theback. Fortunately, I am nearthe window and no one else claims theseats next to me. During takeoff a small sharp tingling feelingbegins to occur in my stomach.It’s uncomfortable but bearable. Iput down the tray on the seat infront of me and support my head inmy hands. Panic boils inside me.I can't do this! I still have tomake it through customs when Ireach my destination. Then the smallboy from the airport pops intomy mind and I am reminded why I haveto succeed. This is the onlyway I am to be with him again. Theysaid that they would get himhere and we would be together. Minutespassed like hours and thehours seemed to take eternity...

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App Information Creative Writer

  • App Name
    Creative Writer
  • Package Name
    nz.co.yourapp.cw2
  • Updated
    March 27, 2016
  • File Size
    3.6M
  • Requires Android
    Android 4.1 and up
  • Version
    1.6
  • Developer
    Andrew Siddall - Your App
  • Installs
    100 - 500
  • Price
    Free
  • Category
    Social
  • Developer
  • Google Play Link

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Creative Writer 1.6 APK
Publish and Share your Short Stories,Lyricsand Poetry.Many people have been enjoying the 'Creative Writer' ApponWindows and now you can join the community on your Androiddevice.Creative Writer for Android is now here!Publish your Short Stories, Lyrics and Poetry!Creative Writer allows you to publish your work for free. Ifyouwant to publish your story, poetry or lyrics, then this istheplace to do just that.It's like a Facebook just for Creative Writers!You can view, comment and like work published by others.Yourpublications are instantly shared.Edit or Remove your publications anytime.See comments, likes and views on all your publications.So let the Creative Writer come out in you!Categories for:- Short Stories- Children Stories- Poetry- Lyrics- Food WritersExample Short Story by Kachina, from New Zealand“Alright, take this. Swallow it. Don’t act different. Youknowwhat to do on the other side, someone will meet you.” Thosewerehis only instructions. What am I doing? I can’t go throughwiththis. I set the tiny bag aside and clutch the outside of mylittlebasin, starring in the mirror at my reflection. So manyindentedlines, I can’t even remember when they weren’t there. Mydark skinis radiating with fear and desperation. No. You have to dothis.They promised. I have to see him again. I flicked my long darkhairbehind my shoulders and tied it back into a pony tail. The tipofit brushes my elbows. I carefully put on my white pearlearringsand straighten out my uniform. With a glass of water in onehand,and the tiny bag of white powder in the other, I think ofRazak andnothing else.“Attention ladies and Gentlemen. This is the final boardingcallfor flight number 2041 – Brisbane Australia!” For 9 years Ihaveworked here. Clearing tables for upper-class business men.Cleaningtoilets for ladies with heels like runways and faces sobeautifulbut so cold. For 9 years I have had rubbish and traystossed at me.I didn’t mind; I was grateful to find work so far awayfrom home.But this is the only way I can see my son again. Theypromised methat when I crossed the border, they would deliver.With my small bag of belongings, I make my way to the foodcourt.Only today, I wasn't putting on fresh rubber gloves andemptying therubbish bags, I keep walking until I reach check in. Iwait in allsorts of ques, surrounded in all different types ofpeople. For asplit second, I lock eyes with a small boy. He istightly grippingonto his mother's hand and pulling her onwards. Itis still earlyhours, so the boy is wearing his train pyjamas andhis blue backpackwith yellow cars on it. His mother keeps shootinghim fierce looksand is telling him too hold on. Her blue eyes aredarting all overthe place, embarrassed that she is causing ascene. However everyoneis caught up in their own world, rushing toboard their own flightand collect their luggage. I place my bag ina blue tray andcontinue walking. When I walk through a metaldetector, I hold mybreath and gnaw at the insides of my checks.Nothing happens and Icollect my bag again. At exactly 8:15am, Iboard the plane and I amassisted to my seat, which is near theback. Fortunately, I am nearthe window and no one else claims theseats next to me. During takeoff a small sharp tingling feelingbegins to occur in my stomach.It’s uncomfortable but bearable. Iput down the tray on the seat infront of me and support my head inmy hands. Panic boils inside me.I can't do this! I still have tomake it through customs when Ireach my destination. Then the smallboy from the airport pops intomy mind and I am reminded why I haveto succeed. This is the onlyway I am to be with him again. Theysaid that they would get himhere and we would be together. Minutespassed like hours and thehours seemed to take eternity.......
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