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By Will Gray
A taxi driver picks up a customer that takes him on a crazy ride that he'll never forget
poem about a shape shifter and how it morphs.
eight year old Jordan London was kidnapped out of her home in a dark and gloomy night by her nanny and her nanny's boyfriend who wanted Jordan as her own daughter, because she couldn't have kids of her own.
It's about a friend.
A mother who cannot speak wishes to sing a lullaby to her baby.As she cannot even speak.She writes down the lines asking Night to be gentle with her baby and reveal it's aura so that the baby may not need a lullaby to be sung.
This Saturday morning was different though. I look at myself in the mirror while I brush my teeth and think of how I've been spending the last two years of life, living out the same scene week after week.
I felt like a mouse on his running wheel. Watching the same rerun over and over again to...
Essay | Updated Aug 16, 2014 | Reads: 29 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 0
The times when you wanted to say a lot to your love, but couldn't find the courage to do so... & then when all hopes are lost, your love understands all those emotions which you were scared to voice... The things left unsaid; but understood...
Poetry | Updated Aug 14, 2014 | Reads: 20 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 2
By Paul Dabrowski
The second part in a series
By Stephanie Young
A chirping bird, a busy barn. It all falls quiet when a hazel eyed girl arrives in a nightgown.
By Xox Imagination Xox
This is about my boyfriend. I love him a ton more than I ever thought I would from the beginning. He surprises me more each day. And each day I love him more. This is for you, love you baby <3
By D A Draven
When the dark night comes, it could be any time. Walking home, or somewhere else, makes the night even more scary. What would you do? Wait for the 1st vehicle you see? or Wait for the last bus?
A heart-felt letter of thanks to my beloved.
Once again, please give me your feedback, it will be extremely appreciated./
I was taught this as a young child.
Want to guess what I had just done when I wrote this?!