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By Kimberly Adams
Jessie looks nothing like her family. She does look like her best friend's family though. It is not until Jessie's doctor recommends a bone marrow transplant for her that they discover that Jessie is not a biological member of her family. That must mean that she was switched at birth. But then...
By Chloe Reads
Reflective memories of being abandoned -
Miscellaneous | Updated Sep 1, 2014 | Reads: 12 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Ayla Daniels
Oh look I wrote something
By Mimie Durand
I wrote this poem many years ago.
By Myoma Myint Kywe
Buddhism is the Best religion! The Lord Buddha (BC-623- BC 543) is the Greatest teacher of everyone in the World since BC-588!!!Because.....
By Katya Yermakova
This is a poem that I wrote about my adopted little sister.
By Arturon Gillespie
What is there before birth and after death?
Anna can feel her babies. They are two of them and Anna can feel their movement inside her. But the clock is ticking and Anna has no other option than to give them away even when she desires to keep them forever...
Short Story | Updated Jul 11, 2014 | Reads: 20 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 3
This is about as far-fetched as Science Fiction can get, so please bear with. I got given a helium balloon for my birthday, and I was playing with it when I had a crazy thought; "Imagine if a child was born and they were made of helium..." So obviously, being a writer, I had to turn it into a...
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...
For everyone is born to live alone, it is the individual who stands for self!
Poetry | Updated Jun 23, 2014 | Reads: 15 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 3
Pookey was a plastic horse on the end of a wooden stick; his job was to point things out.
He is no longer with us. These are his memoirs.
Poetry | Updated Jun 23, 2014 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
As we move through Life, there are turns and twists which we have no control, so we just roll with what we are given.
By Lady Deva
A poem about the ancient Goddess Yidhra.
By Arturon Gillespie
There is a vast difference between the ordinary, and the privileged.