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A poem spoken from the point of view of one who seeks to control and suppress.
Avean has blotted all light from 'his' kingdom. He pushes his people around like pawns, but he underestimated the value of a chess piece, and now it is lost to him. His secret is coming out and his people are gaining what they lost: Hope. Their beacons are reigniting all because of a girl he...
Novel | Updated Jun 4, 2014 | Reads: 11 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Midnight Black Cat
When the night awakens and the sun goes to sleep, innocence is lost when those that are passed come back
Just a short poem
This is a poem for All mother's out in this world that has lost a child or children to let them know they are not alone.
Poetry | Updated May 31, 2014 | Reads: 12 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 3
For anyone that has felt the pain of "helping" a kid with a project.
By Solarcero De Rais
*add for the classified pages*
Man in search of Woman
MR. RIGHT (this guy is a keeper)
Short story for a contest (my first entry ever!!). A story that I had in my head that was going to be a book, but I decided was better fit for a short story.
By Colette Wiseman
When Jodie's parents died she was sent to live with Jenny and Mark. But her behavior left them no choice but to send her to a children's home. Will she be able to change and go back to live with her beloved foster parents?
Based on Jaquline Wilson's "The Story Of Tracy Beaker"
Book | Updated May 18, 2014 | Reads: 4 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Julie Dia
At the end of the day, his only words are, "Make it stop."
This is the story of Marik Delaine and Jenna reed. It is a story of child abuse and death, crime and love. With fake names and fake friends will they get away with murder?
How will this world end? I guess it really doesn't matter.
All her life, Kim's been listening to her dad's war stories. Listening about the horror, about the things that could never stain the insides of a history book. She learns there is never a winning side at the end of a war, no matter how fiercely in combat they all fight, at home and away.
By Kimberly Burnham
At age 56, I bicycled 3000 plus miles from Seattle, Washington to Washington, DC with Hazon, a Jewish Environmental organization. This is a poem from my upcoming book, The Journey Home, a book of poetry about that 2013 Cross USA bicycle trip.
Every other Stanza is how media views him or tells a part of his life of how he became slenderman. enjoy! :)