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Random First Lines:Aaliyah Wilson grew up in a shied life.
Her Mother died at her birth and the only thing Aaliyah remembers is old things her... » Read
Sometimes we discover we are not on the same page as our significant other...then to our dismay, realize we are not even in the same book...
By Little Frey
My best friend moved away. I really wished he would come back. We were friends for 13 years.
Allergies never bothered me here
Enter Janet Adams- cool, smart, friendly, loving, affectionate and everything a guy would want... and she hates bikes!
Enter Reyaansh Archer A.K.A. Rey- trouble in living form, cocky, complete badass, loves to flirt, mischievous, annoying...but at the same time smart. Did I mention he loves...
A poem I wrote for class/for my boyfriend to tell him my true feelings for motorcycle riding hehe..
Poetry | Updated Sep 24, 2013 | Reads: 16 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 2
By Nelson Jack
This is a sweet experince I had with a lady when I am travelling. Infact its a memorable moment in my life.
Short Story | Updated Sep 17, 2013 | Reads: 90 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 2
By Kathryn David
Shedding a light on justice. An autobiographical short story.
To St Petersburg With Love is the story of my attempt to cycle 3,000 miles in 40 days through 11 European countries in the summer of 2012. The aim was that of a cycling purist: to cycle on all land between Southend and St Petersburg, and back. The trouble was with just weeks to go, I learned of...
A BOY AND GIRL AND A BIKE RIDE AND BEAUTY
Poetry | Updated Apr 7, 2013 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Angel Plant
Standing looking at the window I see a shadow. Tall, dark, and handsome.
A BOY AND THE GIRL FROM THE FARM AND HER BROTHERS.
Poetry | Updated Mar 6, 2013 | Reads: 8 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
"Three things make up my nightmares. Three things haunt me, taunt me, and leave me breathless.
One: Teratoid shadows looming over a wooden floor like fingers stretching out trying to reach the other side. The full moon outside casts a blue light into the room through cracked windows, pushing...
By It Was Then That It Happened
A letter from a small boy to father Christmas wanting to make his family better.
Slice of life, from the perspective of an older man.
I wrote this for a creative writing assessment this morning. Any good ?
A confident bicyclist goes mountain biking with his younger brother.
Short Story | Updated Aug 9, 2012 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0