Hai everyone! Haha, I'm pretty nervous today because I have an audition to get into a major school. I have a couple of things that I would LOVE for you all to read and makes reviews about below, it would really help me out. Pointing out spelling mistakes, weird wordings, and stuff like that would really help too. Just to get this straight, I'm currently 15 and I would be going into my sophomore year if these writings were to get me accepted into the school. Once again HUGE thanks to anyone that will read these!

WARNING
PLEASE do not steal anything that I have put here. I worked VERY hard on these examples and one of them belongs to a personal story of mine. It would truly break my heart to see these pieces of literature out under somebody else's name.

F.U.N.
F
Feeling. Feeling is something that swells up inside as the first puff of air you sip fills your lungs with a calm cloud upon the break of a new dawn. Feeling is a sensation of lingering stabs at the lovesick departure of the one you once fed your very attention to. Feeling is the touch of something warm. A soft embrace that holds you dear, shielding you away from the sheer bluntness of the world, and a calm song that flutters through your buoyant dreams. Feeling is also the touch of something cold. A ruthless grip that drags you back down and each time you wish to reach for the surface the heavy weight of it all forces you further, further, and further into a dark pit of swirling anxiety. Feeling: it is something that one cant bear, and something that one cannot go without.

U
Unique. Unique is a quality that each person owns. While no one is you, the same can be said that you are no one but you. It is the destruction of the word everyone wants to be the most, normal. What is normal in a world of diversity? Were each and every mind thinks, talks, looks, breaths, and even eats differently. Why does propaganda toss down regulations for such a world? You sculpt your own clay. Each curve, each angle, and each and every dimple is unique to you. Unique is the magenta and baby blue flower in a patch of purple and green. You dont need to blend into the field. Thats why they call it a bouquet. A collection of rarities, each beautiful in their own way. Whether they are blue, yellow, orange, black, white, pink, or brown. Each blossom into a being of their own beauty. Unique is something we all are, yet most do not strive to be.

N
Neighbor. Neighbor is a category that every person falls into. You are a neighbor to your family, your friends, and even yourself. You stare across the gate everyday and talk to yourself in casual remedes about the stability of everything taking place in your world. A neighbor is someone that helps those in need. Its not the shut-in next door that wishes themselves away upon the lost connections of what once was. A neighbor is someone that you can go to on a lonely night for a comforting touch. A neighbor is someone that offers you a hand in need during a time of struggles. Someone that is a neighbor to you means that you are a neighbor to them. A neighbor is a friend, and a good neighbor will never leave, no matter where they may move.

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Mary's Golden Red Lamb
Mary had a little lamb,
Whose fleece was like that of gold.
Everywhere that Mary tread,
The little sheep would follow so.

She followed her through the woods one day,
And broke a sacred vow.
She tread from the path of rightfulness,
And fell into the wolf's prowl.

With her coat now stained with a crimson mark,
She hurried along her away.
The wolf following close behind,
As he tracked the trail of his prey.

Tick, tock the clock rolled on,
As Mary skipped along the lane.
Calling out for her golden lamb,
As the day slipped away.

She stopped with a sudden wretch,
As the light faded to dark.
The last sight she ever saw,
Was the wolf landing on his mark.

A fleece of gold adored his coat,
One that looked oh so familiar.
And Mary had one last moment to gasp,
Before she met a fate oh so similar.

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Labyrinth

A barren landscape stretched behind the massive stone crater that remained planted before you. Thick braids of ivy curled possessively along the cracked stone. No one and nothing was to be seen, nothing other than yourself. Held firmly between the chain mail encasing your sweaty fingers was a polished staff. Dark oak was decorated delicately with lithe strands of pure gold, each weaving their way along the carved wood. That alone was the only armour and weapon that you carried, in fact everything else was covered in a dark grey cape. The smooth edges of the well varnished cloth brushed softly against the dry soil as you trudged closer to the massive barrier.
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Did something just move? You couldnt tell, yet all the same you could have sworn that the shuffle of rustic stone had occurred just mere inches ahead of you. Dwelling on regrets and minor worries now would get you nowhere. Casting your gaze upon the gigantic arch once more you took in a detail you had bypassed before. Upon the rugged ridge rested a massive creature. Stone wings were aligned majestically against its broad back. Thick, almost glistening muscles adorned its long limbs, each wonderfully finished with the slim curve of spiked talons. A long tendril curled around those massive mitts, a membrane almost like hair collected softly around its tip. The entire statue was pieced together underneath the bright grey beak belonging to the skull of a long since deceased predator. Matching the mask was a tattered black cloth that whipped aggressively against the heat infested breeze. White dust, well at least it seemed to be dust, fluttered around the gigantic beast despite the harsh whether, their soft glow brushing against the statue causing the grey surface seemingly ripple. At least, you believed it was only a statue. With a sudden dawn of realization you noticed, horrified, that the creatures beady white glare was aim directed at you. You now understood why you had not noticed it before. It wasnt there before. The statue wasnt a statue at all. Fear tightened its grip upon you near instantly. The creature shuttered once before plunging off of its perch. The ground beneath it broke upon its landing, a swirl of dirt fleeing into the ravenous winds. With an assortment of clicks the beast approached you, its massive bulk wavering not under the strict breeze. Then it did something that surprised you, it spoke.
Errance de bienvenue oh Hero, the creature bellowed in a dilapidated crook. I am named not, yet I am know to yours people as a Gargouille. Its, no, his beak popped open and closed like that of a shattered machine, its original mechanics broken disfigured hinges.
I shall only speak once for I am old and mine tongue is not familiar with yours language. Illuminated orbs pierced grudgingly against your own stare, their stark luminescence sending chills down your spin. You waited for him to speak once more. With only a moment of hesitation he began,
Youre upon a entrance with two doors,
One will kill you,
The other won't,
Even though you cant tell a difference,
You may only ask one question to figure out which door leads to safety.
So the riddle is,
What one question can you ask that will guarantee that you will choose the safe door? he finished he riddle with a calm cackle, his beak snapping open and closed in rhythmic clicks. Every ounce of regret, worry, and remorse swarmed upon you as you took one final gulp. It was now or never. With a now confident gaze you approached the voluminous creature and sealed your fate.
So, what is your question Hero?

Ooh! Amazing writing, as always!
I love the labyrinth story the best, it's super suspenseful and descriptive! The way you describe the gargoyle, the imagery is spot on! I like the touch of French you used, tres bien, my friend.
Now! Onto some critique, if you'll take it. If not, you can just skip the part. Honestly, there's only one small thing that confuses me, so I think there's no harm in putting it here:
The ending to labyrinth is kind of confusing. The gargoyle wants the hero to do a riddle by asking a specific question. I'm not sure if this is the "one guardian lies and one guardian speaks only the truth" situation, but anyways, all the gargoyle said was one question, with no restrictions (as far as I read, there were no restrictions), and so I think that part is a bit confusing. Because, as it is, the hero could probably ask "which door is the safe one" and get away with it, unless I'm missing something.
Other than that, the story is again, fantastic!

Ah okay, I didn't take that into consideration. Thank you so much! If you want I have a rough draft of a sectioned of part belonging to the Labyrinth story that I am working on that I can put down for you to read. I shall look over this and make appropriate changes. Thank you once again, I'm so glad that you enjoyed it. ^ ^

You're such an amazing writer! I loved the vivid words you used to describe in your work. I don't think I would change a thing, except that in the first piece, near the end, can't was written as cant. I wish you the best of luck!

Wow. Just wow. Thats awesome.

Ohh! I love the F.U.N idea. I never would've thought of neighbours. it's creative and loving, sending a chill down the spine but also warmth through the heart. ^^

I absolutly love your writing! The only flaw I could really see was that the title to Marry's Lamb seemed kinda off. It would be better with out the red in it in my opinion. You are an amazing writing and I wish you the best of luck trying to get in!

I really like the Sheep one because that's how life is....sad but has it's bright times