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dystopian story of a security risk at an unnamed airport.
By Mimie Durand
I was a soldiers wife, my husband was sent to Vietnam when my son was only four-months-old. It is a feeling that I will never forget. My heart goes out of all of the soldier's wives, children and parents who's loved one's are sent to war.
Poetry | Updated Aug 5, 2014 | Reads: 8 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Ted Gerard
This is Unfinished...I found it while cleaning it was on a piece of scrap paper...I tend to write or start ideas and I forget half the things I write... I think it was about a man being chased by himself...idk I'll start writing it again and it'll come to me...lol...my mind
"now I see a new line of light blue has formed is his left eye, pale and entrancing the single streak stands dominantly out from the brown surrounding it. You canâ€™t help but stare at it and even in an infants face, the streak makes him gaze unsettling"
Muddlin is a small town in the...
By Katya Yermakova
This is a poem that I wrote about my adopted little sister.
Sara continually finds strange toys appearing in her son's crib, so after setting up a camera in his room, she discovers something terrifying.
By Ted Gerard
It's about a succubus, demon hunters and a young girl becoming a woman of sorts...
BABY WHAT RU DOING TO ME
Poetry | Updated Jul 15, 2014 | Reads: 17 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
After being in labor for two hours and giving birth to a baby boy five months old, Kallie has to deal with the tragic event that follows just minutes after. The only person she can turn to now is her girlfriend, Cami. But will they be able to mend their relationship together after everything...
By Jasmine Renae
read the amazing story of a girl who gets kidnapped by one direction and finds out what is really going on with this famous band. will she end up being killed for what she knows or she fall in love and end up happy
******NOTE SOME OF THE STUFF IN THIS STORY IS INAPROPRIATE FOR SMALL...
GO TO SLEEP MY CHOCOLATE BABY
Poetry | Updated Jun 25, 2014 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
"If I tell my story, maybe it wont haunt me anymore."
-Look, Think, &Listen and maybe you'll understand-
Somewhere we lost our innocence. How could we have known that our advancement would be too much? We are our own undoing. We are not children anymore.We fade before our time. There is one however; the one without the fade. You will grow through hate and love, and something beautiful may just...
By Shannan Browne
Thank-you and good-bye