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A man named Atlas goes on a conquest of revenge, duty, an retribution as he attempts to dissolve a plot to the kill his charge, the king of Erach.
My name is Rose Yuki but everyone, including my friend Martha, calls me Charcoal because of my Jet black hair and eyes. I work with Martha in the cottage and I am friends(ISH)with Jack Atlas. This is the story about how I fell in love with his foster brother, Yusei.
Sonmi 451 and Hae joo chang are trapped by their fates and by their dreams. When their paths cross they will discover the only thing more dangerous then following your dreams, is following your heart.
By Atlas Brown
By Atlas Brown
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The sounds of trees and vines whacked away as the explorers walked through the thick green forest. A deep gorge gushing with deep water and fast flowing currents. Eight explorers including me, Tabitha, are on our way to find the remnants of ancestors in ancient tombs and temples. On this...
I miss you Mikey... and you'd be really excited to know I won a contest on Booksie... :) I know you wanted me to tell you what became of that. I got 3rd place overall, but 1st place for the poetry category.
Love and miss you,
This poem is about someone very special and the heartbreak that follows him.
Are the Greek Gods real? Maybe. Could everything be just a trick of light? Possible. Was my father possibly a greek god? Likely. Was I certifiable? Yes. Most Definitely.
My name is Zoey. And I'd like to personally welcome you to hell. Actually, that's Lina's job. But more on that later....
About me and how my life imitates atlas.
By Erudite Erato
I always let my poetry do all the talking. There aren't any ways to summarize a poem.
Poetry | Updated Jul 27, 2008 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 2
Isaac Douglas seemed to be just another figure, if any other figure, of human history. He never expected to make history books, not even the local papers.
In the year 2085, he exists, and thus is where he belongs...