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Writing in this style gave me such enjoyment because I was writing the answers to my own questions I had in my heart. The questions are analytical and my answers are spiritually subjective.
I've always been questioned about certain things, here I provide some answers.
Poetry | Updated Oct 4, 2014 | Reads: 6 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
An original quote by Michael Dale Sipes, Jr. about finding life's answers.
By Joe Mama
I'm always hungry
A girl's struggle to understand why people do the things they do.
My experience of moving to West Virginia in November of 2000, when both my grandfather and great-grandfater were both dying. I wanted to spend time with them, as they were both my heros and two of the most loved individuals in my life. I was in a strange city, with no friends, no job which means...
By Noand Hegask
What are reflected on the eyes are answers you never wished to share
Poetry | Updated Jun 30, 2014 | Reads: 17 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 1
By Daisy Ink
This is a writing survey I wrote and I would love your feedback on it.:):)
By Robert Kasch
There are so many species of insects how should one keep up?
THE TWO MET AT THE SONEPUR FAIR IN BIHAR AND FELL IN LOVE... THEIR ROMANCE CONTINUED THROUGH LOVE LETTERS UNTIL THE GIRL STOPPED WRITING TO HIM... HE DECIDED TO KNOW THE TRUTH--WHY SHE DID THAT? BUT AT THE END
Short Story | Updated Mar 31, 2014 | Reads: 62 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 2
Image your cyclical lifestyle but instead of being finite, you are infinite. This is a story about beauty and Buddhism.
It is the year 3028 and the humanity is dying. There is no hope. There is no god. There is only nothingness.
Short Story | Updated Sep 23, 2013 | Reads: 27 | Comments: 4 | Likes: 5
Poetry | Updated Sep 17, 2013 | Reads: 5 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
By Reel Greene
I have a question.
What happens when all memories of a particular person is erased from all other people's memories? Can they even be considered as living, or existing if they mean nothing to the rest of the world?
It is a question that has perplexed me, and I want the answer.
By Elena Benward
My realisation - best decribed by the lyrics of KT Tunstall in her song Heal Over - 'Everybody sails alone - but we can travel side by side'.