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I was playing this super awesome game Called LOVELYxCATION.I was really interested in that game,I love it so much that ideas overflowed in my mind,I chose the one that is not close
to the story of the game.The story is about a boy who came from the country side and he decided to commute a school...
The author of this poem explains why he loves everything about Easter except for one.
Poetry | Updated Apr 19, 2014 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
WARNING: This novel contains bloodshed, violence, and lots of cursing. If you are not a fan of these, I would not suggest continuing.
June Burke is dead. Simple as that. She was murdered by a man who had taken her captive after a late night party, and killed her in the woods. She is back...
Throughout history people have tried to come up with alternative explanations for the fact that Jesus Christ rose from the dead. However, these attempts fall flat on their collective faces.
Poetry | Updated Apr 19, 2014 | Reads: 15 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
By Ami Brewis
She is unloved. She has no reason to be in this world any more. That's what SHE thinks.. Please comment it's my 1st poetry attempt
A poem of hope.
Poetry | Updated Apr 19, 2014 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
It speaks for itself
Short Story | Updated Apr 18, 2014 | Reads: 4 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Panic At The Library
These hands no longer seem fitting, for a reason I can't quite understand.
important things in life
Miscellaneous | Updated Apr 18, 2014 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
The crumbling tunnels of an old society are all that I have, as I remember the old, and make way for the new.
This my way of making a memory, that I don't want to escape, immortal. May it live forever in my brain that might end up with Alzheimer's.
Wishing to be free like a bird. (Wrote this while listing some Piano music and daydreaming!)
Are we ever really alone?
This poem explains that there is no escaping the mob no matter what.
Poetry | Updated Apr 16, 2014 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0