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Dustin and Gianna have always dreamed of having a baby and starting a family of their own. What happens when disaster comes knocking at their door...
This is for a contest.
By Thomas Chambers
How the human race began with the birth of fire.
A LONDON BOY WATCHES A CALF BEING BORN IN 1961.
Poetry | Updated Jan 18, 2014 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Marie Jones
This is my letter to my birth mother... I am adopted and I hope you see that hate and unforgivness only hurts you... May you enjoy this letter... and may God bless you immensley!
Miscellaneous | Updated Jan 8, 2014 | Reads: 12 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
We leave this world the same way we came in... Screaming and fighting.
Credit for lyrics to The Beatles.
By Elton Camp
Intended for those who put Bible truth above church tradition
Article | Updated Dec 24, 2013 | Reads: 7 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 3
By James Edgar Cooper
Life is surely a beautiful thing... And to think that the coming together of two people deeply in love can create new life is an amazing thought. From a little embryo we form and develop into a little person within the tummy of our Mothers. Bringing life into the world is truly a wonderful...
Poetry | Updated Dec 7, 2013 | Reads: 11 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 0
By The Bombshell
New lives are created while other shut down.
Poetry | Updated Nov 25, 2013 | Reads: 25 | Comments: 4 | Likes: 8
A letter from the death
Short Story | Updated Nov 20, 2013 | Reads: 43 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Doug Wilson
Birth of a child in a manger, oh so long ago. The Child's Name is to be Jesus. A father celebrates the birth of the child by bringing gifts.
It's about the wish, to create something everyone will know. To be known forever. The craving for fame. The acknowledgement one deserves.
A metaphoric description and definition of both life and death as it relates to our beginning of life on earth and the end of life when we pass away.
The title says it all...this is a poem about the birth of my son. He was born 12/28/1992 via C-Section. Written October 22, 1998.
Vampires bleed humans, humans are food, humans can make a profit and be food. explore the dark underground world of one mans twisted fantasy that he turns into reality.
Material things are great, but they eventually disappear and you can't take them with you everywhere you go, but memories are precious and different. You can take them with you wherever you go.
Short Story | Updated Sep 23, 2013 | Reads: 8 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 2