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By Scribe Of Ignis
Our main character of Ophiliak and her troupe of quirky friends take a stroll in the countryside.
An insight into feelings and how they can completely and utterly destroy oneself.
Miscellaneous | Updated Feb 10, 2014 | Reads: 17 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 1
This is a poem about the deceptions of love that one may have for another, and how they may be delusional. Hope you enjoy, and I will see you next time.
Day two. Woo!
Short Story | Updated Aug 16, 2013 | Reads: 4 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
â€œListen, I donâ€™t need your shit. Iâ€™ve got plenty of my own, so skedaddle!â€ she almost yelled at him, glaring so intensely that it seemed she would probably be popping something soon. He didnâ€™t bother to even reply, maybe even listen, and continued pulling...
A poem about life.
Poetry | Updated Oct 27, 2011 | Reads: 18 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
Some insight on another person's life when some bitch decides to fuck up my life :)
Miscellaneous | Updated Sep 27, 2011 | Reads: 4 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Makayla Cortez is a rich, sophistacted and gorgously plastic girl. She's high on top of society, famous and admired by many for all the wrong reasons. Your typical, vain and stupid rich kid. Everyone knows who she is. Everyone. Including the strange, all in black kid that seems to always be...
Saddie Lewis is never for bad guys, or even a gangster. She's stupid and reckless, sometimes stubborn and clumsy. While Ashton Sherlock is the gang leader of the most ruthless gang on their school. Not that Ashton cared if Saddie hates him, but what if love is now the one binding them both? How...
Sometimes its very hard to see signs of a marriage that has gone wrong and your the last to know you never see the signs of it and when it hits you your world falls apart right before your eyes. This is a short story about my life and the Happiness I had and I heartach I now have in my Life.
Frankie's tired of being called the "fat girl", "fattie" and "elephant". Her friends don't help either by watching what she eats constantly and talking about her behind her back.
Frankie's had enough.
She's changing her life for good and this includes getting a boyfriend but what happens...
When I am writing... I don't want to make everything the same old shit. I want to make things interesting. This poem is written (By me!) from the point of view of a boy.