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***WARNING*** This story contains explicit descriptions of both sex and death. It is an honest look at a relationship.
There's no sex in your violence.
By Bill Schultz
The title says it all, no?
I was mostly going for style and imagery here, not grammatical correctness so lovely people please don't preoccupy yourself with that. This is only the first run through. I do not plan to revise this. It is what is - an exercise. I know this is not...
Overwon my problems with miss alcohol, but the price is my marriage, making new start alone?
Poetry | Updated Mar 8, 2014 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Shey shouldn't drink on weekdays anymore.
Short Story | Updated Mar 6, 2014 | Reads: 34 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 1
taken from my book,
By Gabrielle Kinnish
This is for Daniel reidys dark poetry contest.
For me this is real.was a major part of my life.in some ways it still is.
By Jamie L Monster
Dj, music, sex, dance, these are all things you'd want. This is a shorter novel about two unlikly lovers
Laughing now, but it felt so bad
Poetry | Updated Feb 17, 2014 | Reads: 12 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 4
By Jonathon Strotle
The Forgotten ones. A motorcycle gang that has chapters all over the USA. The Boston chapter has been gaining credit over the years, first starting as the lowest ranking chapter. Now it contains over 300 members and is lead by the leading member of all the Chapters, Liam, Aka "Thrash".
Dedicated to a dear friend of mine. Please see what's happening to you before it's too late.
Trent has always been abused by his father ever since his mother's death but it went extreme. To the point that bullets took flight. Trent was pulled into foster care immediately but nobody seems to like him and he's dropped into a group home.
This is a long poem, but full of truth. The "girl" I talk to or about in this poem, as I am the narrator, represents a few different things, though mainly just life. I've hit rock bottom, and if things keep going, this may be my last poem. Enjoy.
Poetry | Updated Jan 30, 2014 | Reads: 24 | Comments: 7 | Likes: 14
By Alice Kinglsey
3 friends, Alex, Luke, and Taylor, go on a road trip to get to know each other. But what if it has the opposite effect, and tears them apart? A novel packed with love, lust, alcohol, and adventure.
And that's all we did, drink, kiss and stare at each other. We didn't talk at all, probably because there was nothing to be said. We just stood there enjoying each other's company. I never thought of myself as someone who would act the way I did then, especially with a stranger. But people...
Story of youth, drank and remembered.