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This is a story about teenaged Samantha, whose mother has died 2 years ago. But she has one passion and that are fast cars. Her mum has left her an old car, which Samantha is going to change a little bit and get a permission of her father to go on a race and won it. But will she really succed?...
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.
This is my opinion on why the WWE SHOULD/SHOULD NOT bring the ECW back to it's list of shows.
By Juli Monat
How delicious is to admire a woman body.
In the world of heavy metal, things are getting serious. After the funeral of Mitch Lucker, of Suicide Silence. Oliver Sykes, of Bring Me The Horizon, has a mental breakdown and recruites other bands to join him on a war against the world. Can the music ever save them or will they remain in a...
One of my favourite song of Bring Me The Horizon, sung by none other than the amazing hottie OLIVER SYKES and Josh Franceschi of You Me At Six
Poetry | Updated Jun 17, 2013 | Reads: 5 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Ina Mcfarmers
Certain needs to be recognised
The flame has no feeling;
No heart for breaking,
Only the goal of destruction.
In turn, no one feels sympathy for the flame,
To them, all monsters are all the same
They do the same thing; bring pain.
Have you figured it out yet? Itâ€™s you.
Youâ€™re the flame.
You drive me insane.
This poem I wrote a few months ago but it was for the wrong person and now I am dedicating this to my girlfriend Cheyenne I am posting this because I want to show you how I am good at writing poems and expressing my way into them. So here it is my poem to you Cheyenne. :)
By Alena Adams
Thoughts on universal energy, human energy, human biofield, time, our connection to the Universe and God.
after the death of a boy and his sister it is about the girl asking things.
Eve awoke to a room full of sunlight. A fresh morning breeze lifted the muslin curtain then dropped it playfully as it rippled through the material. She had slept well and yet she felt as if she could lie there all day. The past few days had been emotionally draining and trying to replace the...
A seriers of diffrent short stories. Story one: A boy takes revenge on the man who killed his baby sister.