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SOMETIMES I HAVE DREAMS
Poetry | Updated Jun 30, 2015 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 2
A Journey in to the world of your inner mind,
One man goes on a quest to figure out why he's trapped in what he thinks is a dream, what will chris do what will he find, will you discover something true to you?
Speak evil against me...
By The Roseless Thorn
This is a very small sample of work that I have recently been working on. Critiques would be great. I really want to improve my writing in so many ways.
This is basically about a teenager who considers herself lifeless, and often finds herself stuck in her own thoughts.
By Philosophical Girl
If you observe how humans work, you will start to see that we have something in common with computers - computing.
We compute decisions. And, the way I see it, free will is the allowed ability to compute decisions based on our own unique data collected in our own unique brain.
Anyone else annoyed at all the advertising in this site?
Article | Updated Feb 17, 2015 | Reads: 17 | Comments: 3 | Likes: 7
A poem representing the beauty of love.
By Master Papers
In the mid-eighties, snow-thrower manufacturing firm Toro, launched a promotion where purchasers of snow blower could refund a part of their purchase in the event that the next winter was characterized by modest snowfalls. The amount of money that was refunded was related to the amounts of...
By Nikki Xayachack
The world has been a messed up place lately. People using violence as an answer. More and more crimes piling up more than ever. sometimes you gotta question society and ask society "What Have We Become?"
By Stephen O Neill
All acts of violence, whether perpetrated on an individual or a people are atrocious. None are less or more atrocious than the other. All are abysmal.
In order to fight a cause successfully you must have the means to do so and â€˜rightâ€™ on your side. But what is â€˜rightâ€™?
I spread the dreams under your feet. Step Softly. As you are treading on my dreams.
"I Have Lived" is a poem about a woman who is near death wishing her loved one does not mourn her death, but simply celebrate all that she was and will forever be.
WE HAE TO KEEP INTOUCH
Poetry | Updated Dec 10, 2014 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
A short story contest where the plot is simply to write a story about two people's romance that worked out despite everything.