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Random First Lines:A 1200 word essay on "Vegetarianism" covering an introduction, analysis, contrast, comparison and conclusion. This is a complete and balanced... » Read
This is a short story that I never finished.
Winter is the season, No it's not, It is ALWAYS Winter.
Humorous & sometimes farcical summary of what it's like to work in a call center.
I was going through my journal, I came across a poem I had written months ago. Partially written, so I read it I just started to write. This is what I came of with. I didn't have a chance to think, about what I was going to write. It was like my fingers just kept moving.
By Melissa Firefox
Introducing... the WrittenWorks awards of 2013! Every year I will choose 3 pieces of writing (1st place, 2nd place, 3rd place) in every group of writing.
You DO NOT have to enter; just be an inspiring member of Booksie. If I read your story and think it deserves to be given a
By Juli Monat
The sound of the written words.
Miscellaneous | Updated Oct 19, 2013 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Written at 2am in the morning. Song by Secondhand Serenade - Goodbye. Any feedback is much appreciated, please, send me your thoughts about this. Thanks for reading :)
Matt's changing and he doesn't know what's happening or why. When people come looking for him for him, does he stay and fight or flee?
It's 11:11, what will you wish for?
Inspired by a story I came across online. This is for all you once-hurt and lost-loved readers out there :) Hope that you'll enjoy reading this poem :) Feedback of any sort is appreciated and I would love it if you would also check out my other pieces if you liked reading this one! :D Thank you...
A poem that I just found in my closet. It was with a picture of a wolf, howling at the moon. I remember it was my first poem I've ever written, so I decided to post it. Enjoy. :)
Poetry | Updated Jun 20, 2013 | Reads: 4 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
The deer are amazing people who have come from the pastures where they began. The deer are those who run fast, leap over bushes and have hinds feet and climb to higher places. They can climb on mountain tops.
This is a story my daughter has written.
Book | Updated May 4, 2013 | Reads: 15 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
By Janelle Candace
It's not only about the weather if that isn't obvious enough.
Today I have no words
not a syllable
not an utter
Today I stand alone
not a friend
not a lover.
Today I am afraid
Today I'm not the same
Today I am discouraged
from careless lips
Today I am confused
why say that
and then do...
Poetry | Updated Mar 14, 2013 | Reads: 25 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0