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Mary Wilson makes an error of judgement while walking home alone with troubling consequences.
Evil, how does one define it? This is a fictional autobiography of a woman who has been through much darkness in her life, and believes she has purpose.
A poem about the truth behind everyone.
Poetry | Updated Apr 3, 2014 | Reads: 15 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 4
By Rattie Rat
A poem about masks, hiding pain, and friends that are always here for you.
Poetry | Updated Mar 24, 2014 | Reads: 26 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 0
By Phantom Duchess
Vanity faire, making faces that aren't real. Hiding our own ugliness to look good.
Poetry | Updated Mar 3, 2014 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
The story starts in a cafÃ© one lazy afternoon. Ella finishes her shift after a strange new customer walks in. She rides her bicycle towards a children's shelter for a very important pick-up. She then rides towards her dorm to help her best friend, Tori. When she turns to cross a road, she was...
Carol's life has changed drastically when she found out she was a Collector, a very rare gift in the world of Seyya. She now has to survive the attacks of other humans with gifts from Seyya. She learns something new about her father who died before she was born which then answers some of her...
About abuse and overcoming it... With more abuse, so probably not the best way, but take it as you will.
Ella Stone had the perfect life until all that changed in one day. Her family got into an accident, her friends betrayed her and her boyfriend cheated on her. Because of all of these, she changed.
In the future, she was in a university and away from her unforgettable past. She was already...
For those few
Poetry | Updated Dec 23, 2013 | Reads: 5 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 0
We all have them, sometime we need others to break through
Poetry | Updated Dec 23, 2013 | Reads: 7 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
Maybe you're alone after all.
Poetry | Updated Dec 16, 2013 | Reads: 18 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 1
I guess I just like to play make-believe with others. I like to pretend I'm happy. I like to pretend that I'm like them. I like to pretend that I'm part of their world. Like it's all a huge game of make-believe.
By Silver 84
So, this is a piece for Rebecca 1994's phobia contest. I have this fear, and pretty much everything in this piece is true (for me at least) So, anyways, enjoy :)
Short Story | Updated Aug 31, 2013 | Reads: 43 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 3
A poem about my two faced life