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this is a series which focuses on people who are ready to give up everything they have and join a secret group...on the other hand their are people who stand up against them and face the terror.....
Jesse Holt is the bad boy in town. Getting into trobule and all. Veronica Lee is the worlds sweet heart, and a beautiful ballet dancer too. Can they find the love or will Jesse be to bad for her?
This is a story of a girl who traveled all the way to New York City to fulfill her dreams. She is an Indian who comes to New York to persuade her masters in Film making course. Film making was her great passion and studying it in a university here is her biggest dream.So, she flew all the way...
Why in this strange and beautiful world,
Do we feel like betrayers,
two sisters in the early 1920's move to a large farm house in the middle of the country with there family. They soon find out that this is not just any ordinary country home...
A simple poem, though slightly on the depressing side.
Poetry | Updated May 3, 2010 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
For those promise breakers :/
This happened a while ago, but it still annoys me, xD
Poetry | Updated Apr 17, 2010 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 3 | Likes: 1
I wrote a poem wishing for a sister. Now this one's for those who love their brothers.....
This universe is full of things that humans do not know, different realms filled with the strange and unknown, what those in the realm of humans call fictional and supernatural. For those unique authors who wrote about supernatural beings such as fairies, dragons, vampires, werewolves, and even...
I don't know what I should do. My conscience screams that what I'm doing is wrong, but my heart and part of my mind scream that it's right. So what now?
this is a poem of my confusion with the situation i am now in.
My questions to him have been answered. My questions to her remain unanswered. What am I supposed to feel? Is this right?
By Joseph Pizzarella
Sometimes someone you trust knows the exact moment, when you're weakest, to strike.
COMPLETED...Getting away is one thing, escaping is another. Someone too close to my heart wished to sacrifice me to a cult for motives I cannot fathom, why me?