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By Blueeyes Redlips
My love for my Only true friend is more then that of friendship. This is my rant abut him, but also my confession.
I have been Friend-Zoned
By: BlueEyes RedLips
Poetry | Updated Apr 15, 2015 | Reads: 18 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Teen Nobody
"Changing human kind" you can guess from the title is about how human kind has changed and not for the better might I add. Human kind is changing, losing it's values because of the influence of everything around it, this article is mainly saying that we should all try to improve.
Article | Updated Apr 6, 2015 | Reads: 5 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Bhavya Sinha
Sometimes we change,change for the people we love..and it hurts when they dont value your changes.when they dont see how hard it was for you to become something you are not..and with the hope that they'll accept you after you change..when this doesnt happen,well,you're broken...
Poetry | Updated Apr 6, 2015 | Reads: 46 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 10
By Guy Abeiku
The west perceives Africa as the dark continent plagued with basic troubles which have rendered her incapable of advancing herself! Oh mother Africa, your beloved children are the root cause of your problems! Why is Africa still unadvanced in the midst of precious natural...
Sixteen year old Kyle Martin has something to say...
And he thinks that everyone should hear what he has to say.
By Robert Kasch
Always late? Start earlier.
Short Story | Updated Mar 30, 2015 | Reads: 40 | Comments: 6 | Likes: 7
Life as we know it, ready for the change or not?
Article | Updated Mar 24, 2015 | Reads: 27 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
I would walk through hell or whatever it takes to be with you again. I love you
By Ted Gerard
I wrote this when I was 10 years old. Now all these years later I understand what it means...
Chronos is coming
By Ted Gerard
Just a passing thought...
By Minami Tsubaki
The last document I'll ever write for the one who no longer loves me. This is for him because it was always meant for his eyes alone.
This is the first charter to a short story I'm writing about a person who's life drastically changes, just when they think everything is over.
A monologue from the narrator as they talk to themselves about time and about them being numb to time, they can't feel time.