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This poem is one that I wrote for writing class. It describes the beauty of flowers and what they strive for. Hope you like it!
By Lucifer Sterling
A story about an anti-social boy who falls in love with his neighbor, who one day sneaks into his house out of curiosity.
chapter 1 of Love in Blooming Murder my first story too!
Â© Copyright of lizzie1124 This poem is made for my grandma. She's the best grandma ever! I made this for her birthday and I hope she loves it. She is now up in heaven watching over me.
Set to the tune of Twinkle Twinkle Little Star
Poetry | Updated Nov 1, 2013 | Reads: 4 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
"Viciousness wears a thicker mask."
Is a life worth killing for? Does the children scream your name in your nightmares? What is truly beneath your white gloves.
This is a story about Love.
So my boyfriend broke up with me today. Yeah I know that piece of info probably makes you not wanna read this at all. But it is better than that. It goes into a metaphor of being a flower. Just read it kay?
Poetry | Updated Dec 21, 2010 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 0
WARNING: LONG CHAPTERS, includes foul language, sexual contact
Now, this is in process, so, as you read, and i write, we both learn. Good good.
This is so far, about a girl who is trying to be reached by her biological father that she hasnt met. While, a very displeasure event occures...
Emotions and how they feel and form.
Poetry | Updated Apr 1, 2010 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
There really is no short summary for this book. It all just started out as an idea in German class, the first few parts were written on the back of a German worksheet then being transferred over to my computer. I had a ton of help from the two people that mean the most to me Amber and Kayla....
Sometimes, when things grow too difficult to cope with, to fight against, we hide ourselves away and give up - it's best if we push ourselves up from such a slump, but at times, we need someone else to give us that forceful - yet kind intentioned shove.