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Finally, I've started the sequel to "I Fell Into His Arms." AJ is not dead! Problems arise with AJ's stepfather when the man turns on Riley as well. AJ's household gets bigger.
This is the sequel to 'Just A Little Different'. Everyone is mourning Kaeti's death and the threats of war have never been so heavy. It's undecided if Kaeti's death is the end of the war or simply the beginning.
By Girly Girl Star
Scarlett is not normal. From the start she was an orphan, with flame like hair and gold brown eyes. Even that wasn't enough. The truth about her is revealed, and she must try to save herself and her only friend from the one that didn't hesitate to try and burn her. but how can she keep Yuki...
By J E Hunter
*Poetry- Metaphor contest entry* Life spent in complete isolation is no life at all, and sooner or later, Life will find you.
This is an experience I had on a rainy day,while in a car waiting at a traffic signal, few years back. I saw this little homeless girl standing by the signal all alone. She just stood there staring,smiling away into the rain. In the melancholy of the time back then she somehow sprouted a seed of...
All of these words and I can still hardly sum up the turmoil I'm feeling inside.
By Liam Strong
This happens to be a very symbolic short story, however weird it might seem. We had a study period during my government class, and randomly this idea came to me. The story itself is quite random too. Enjoy!
it's a haiku...
Poetry | Updated Feb 13, 2014 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
DONT LET THE WORLD CHANGE UR SMILE
Poetry | Updated Feb 13, 2014 | Reads: 18 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
This is a short article on change..which is the only constant !
By Shannon Miller
Got inspired so i just decided to write what i felt. so enjoy.
A poem about my ever changing heart and soul.
I just wrote this out of the blue. I like the sounds of it and how it flows. I thought others might as well. Enjoy.
A character introspective. Kind of free prose. About change, growth.
- We wish we were free from our past, but the past is the dirt not the chains. -
A poem about my changing life.
Poetry | Updated Feb 5, 2014 | Reads: 67 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0