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By Elton Camp
The manager was horrified when he saw the man approaching
Poetry | Updated Mar 13, 2015 | Reads: 4 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Dani Raines
There are some mornings that are great, and then there are some that are not-so-great. The latter can usually be fixed with the right touch of sweetness...both physically and metaphorically.
By Mr Watson
Being greedy can have fatal consequences.
Poetry | Updated Aug 24, 2014 | Reads: 26 | Comments: 5 | Likes: 8
Intemperateness at minimal ogdoad glasses of liquid regular and drunkenness nutrient in the forenoon helps in fast metric release as advisable by doctors. Intake of fertiliser foods for breakfast is welcome.
He would put the stuff on everything, in the morning it's on his eggs, at lunch it's in his sandwhich and at dinner he puts it on top of his mac n' cheese as a "crunchalousdocious topping". He would make his cornflake-eggs disaster in the morning when I was sitting on the counter in my American...
By Ashley Pink
Angeline was born to a wealthy family, though her mum had deceased when she was three. She lived with her dad and maid, and she was raised with all luxuries. Her life changed as she and her dad were involved in a car accident...
Short Story | Updated Apr 24, 2014 | Reads: 41 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 2
A short poem I wrote for a girl I loved.
Poetry | Updated Mar 27, 2014 | Reads: 5 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
A BOY AND GIRL IN 1950S LONDON.
Poetry | Updated Mar 25, 2014 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
A Man travels through the country and stays at Motel, like every other Motel he stays the night and will enjoy the Motel's feature continental breakfast and company.
By Alexa Peach
The short-lasting story of a young girl and her unsuspecting companion.
I cannot forget that voice. I've told so many people, but the thought won't leave me alone. I remember every detail. That voice was so calm and serious. I was so afraid.
Back story of "Basketcase" from the breakfast club.
Short Story | Updated Oct 6, 2013 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Marie Dei
Ever since my birthday a week ago, I've felt someone watching me from above. It's always up there staring. I can't sleep. I can't study. I can't even go to the bathroom. It's ruining my life! Who the heck is this guy?
PG because it may contain some bad language.
Jack was an ordinary boy, that was until he was taken to a completely dimension.
In this dimension he must learn to make choices, make friends, forgive enemies and most importantly decide the fate of all existence.
A short, part-biographical/part fiction piece.
Waking up in Italy on a Sunday morning...