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I dreamt so well in your cotton sheets...i slip out the backdoor and make footprints on the frosted yard
By Ayla Daniels
This one is for the ladies ;)
A vibrant and inspiring story of strength, determination and hope. The gift of hope and a smile.
â€‹A portion of the proceeds of Plaid Frogs, Blue Toads & Pink Pollywogs goes to the American Cancer Society.â€‹
taken from my book, "Suspended In Suspense"
By The Roseless Thorn
This is a very small sample of work that I have recently been working on. Critiques would be great. I really want to improve my writing in so many ways.
This is basically about a teenager who considers herself lifeless, and often finds herself stuck in her own thoughts.
By Labyrinth Black
A poem about my early life, and the origin of my other selves ^_^
Poetry | Updated Apr 15, 2015 | Reads: 13 | Comments: 3 | Likes: 3
The housing bust and Great Recession might have scared a generation of would-be construction workers away from the building trades.
By Master Papers
In the mid-eighties, snow-thrower manufacturing firm Toro, launched a promotion where purchasers of snow blower could refund a part of their purchase in the event that the next winter was characterized by modest snowfalls. The amount of money that was refunded was related to the amounts of...
Poetry | Updated Jan 26, 2015 | Reads: 13 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 0
I woke up from my coma. What kind of situation am i in?
See the other side of the story
By Labyrinth Black
Don't own the song how to save a life by the fray. All rights go to their original owners. Enjoy and all that. Btw, I don't feel like this. This is kind of like my sister. Used a pic from Yugioh as the front cover. ^_^
Short Story | Updated Jan 15, 2015 | Reads: 14 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 0
Never give in, never give up, for your dreams are just figments of reality that if you work hard enough to earn, to achieve glory, wait in open arms for you, don't think just do just remember to be you because in the end when all else is lost you only have your self to be friends with.
By Stephen O Neill
All acts of violence, whether perpetrated on an individual or a people are atrocious. None are less or more atrocious than the other. All are abysmal.
In order to fight a cause successfully you must have the means to do so and â€˜rightâ€™ on your side. But what is â€˜rightâ€™?
How I love my husband how out of marriage can come so much
pleasure and how we burn one another out, Mostly me
burning him out.