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By Herman Azadi
travelling by train, he finds that someone has murdered four people....
By Rita K Stevens
A woman is about to get married but the night before her wedding, her world comes crashing down when she meets a stranger and finds out the truth behind other people's private lives.
I spread the dreams under your feet. Step Softly. As you are treading on my dreams.
My story, expected to be in around 5 parts.
By Glorifer Quitan
Our work becomes a spiritual practice when it helps us connect to God, to our deepest selves, and to the Creation. But we may need to look beyond its ordinary associations to recognize its extraordinary possibilities.
By Jay Allan Young
This is a poem about a husband with dying of cancer, and how he is going to die and leave his wife and unborn child behind.
taken from my book,
Its the first chapter with more to come. A twist of fate as these two very different lives colide read about Henry and Sebastian's first meeting here and now.
ON THE FINAL TIME I TALKED TO MY SON IN HOSPITAL BEFORE HE DIED.
Poetry | Updated Apr 9, 2014 | Reads: 9 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 2
To Whom It May Concern:
The woman of the house is a sinner of her own willing motives. The darkest divining has brought her to Death and there she will stay forever until Hell strikes.
She must spend the rest of her life killing those set in her path to her goal, without knowing that the...
By Flare Odair
In this mystical story, Flare, the last fire wielding wolf has set out on a journey to take vengeance for her packs death. Along the way, she meets up with the Eclipsed Tides Water Wielding pack, and try's not to fall in love in case someone rips away her possibly new found love Alpha Finn.
ELAINE MEETS JOHN AGAIN AFTER THE KISS THE DAY BEFORE.
Short Story | Updated Jan 9, 2014 | Reads: 17 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
The story of one claimed by Death... or is it?
I really did write a lot back in 8th grade... I should work on writing longer poems.
This is the last I'll post for now.
By Elias Brooklyn
Notes before I die... To read or to read not? Choice is yours!