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I would like to make something very clear. As a female I am NOT a feminist. At least not in the trashy, fat, hateful, pentasexual, nasty, awful, black-souled, lazy kind of way. Those people are just looking to cause trouble. I have been appalled by the "feminists" that harassed Dr. Matt Taylor...
To be honest, I'm not really sure how to describe this. It's just something I came up with at six in the morning
This is a collection of essays that are themed around the seven deadly sins with a open minded definition at the end of each. They have no names with them, but I can assure you I've been working on them long enough to know that they are true in content. New essays will be added from time to...
By Brainstorming Teen
I find the place which seemed like the rootage of the cries, and lightly touch the door, my body possessed by uneasiness and nervousness. The door seemed like the key to my curiosity. Behind the walls of that door would be the reason behind my discomfort.
Wesley McPherson was a normal boy just months ago. Something awful happens to his girlfriend Scarlet. Wesley's life is changed and ruined forever. He quickly learns a jail cell is an ugly place to spend the rest of your life.
*This short story is based on the song Kiss It All Better by He is We*
Here is a poem about innocence lost. I was almost raped a few weeks ago and even though it did not happen I still feel that my innocence was stripped away from me in a few short moments. Here are my thoughts.
A horrible incident leaves me with a dreaded realization.
Short Story | Updated Apr 5, 2012 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Someone just won't give up!!
By Yoshie Akira
Exactly what the title says. And who should be the murderers but....
By Paper Biter
Don't let the title put you off...Do you dare read it?
Poetry | Updated Oct 22, 2011 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 4 | Likes: 9
Kip is the emo kid with an alcoholic, abusive father and a depressed mother. He just moved to Oregon...with his dad. Will he find love with his new best friend? Or maybe a character of the past? Or will his memories get in the way as the past blends into the present and darkness fades into the...
By Philip Roberts
Existential poem about depression.
having bad luck, nothing going your way
Poetry | Updated Sep 22, 2010 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0