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The resigned play of a sad and passionless baller who has fallen out of love with B-Ball.
Itâ€™s been a year since Marie aka Rogue has been at Professor Charles Xavierâ€™s school for the gifted. When she first learned that she was a mutant while at a school dance after she touched Cody the new boyâ€™s hand she was scared and fled from her hometown. Cody passed out...
Novel | Updated Jul 18, 2013 | Reads: 9 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Fall But Never Drowned
Just letting my anger out
Script | Updated Jul 18, 2013 | Reads: 126 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
The regret filled tale of pain, sadness, lament and understanding, a meeting between two former friends, and pro ballers.
A sort of reflection, I guess you could say.
By Kevin Witt
Usually with me, I'm an outcast. So I decide to write a poem about us outcasts. It gets to the point of how we are. What it's just to be outside from everyone else, alone. Without no one to care about us. Hope you like it :)
Name was taken so it has a Title: behind its real title.
Sorry about that.
By Michael Love
Another expression of human emotion.
Poetry | Updated Jul 13, 2013 | Reads: 7 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 0
On June 25th 2013, I released a mini book entitled
This is it, One more Plea for help that will NEVER be heard.
Short Story | Updated Jul 12, 2013 | Reads: 72 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
Katrina is a survivor of the end of the world, life as we know it. Earth was moved just barely towards the sun, but it was enough change everything. But despite so many theories of the apocalypse, the only monsters that prowled the earth were humans themselves, ruthless to survive no matter what...
I'm tired of people telling me what to do, and then their only supporting reason to make me is "I said so." If there's anything that makes me pissed off, I can assure you, it's that.
Me venting about my jealously.
I think in the end, we can all win :3
By Colin David
A poem about uncontrollable rage.
By Future Compost Heap
The sad conclusion of a souful baller's career.