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By Rose Kuran 101
Poetry about child abuse. Something that is a problem in many places.
Poetry | Updated May 11, 2015 | Reads: 10 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 0
There is no line a mother won't cross to save her daughter.
Picking up immediately after the conclusion of Burton's exciting novel Blood Justice, Blood on the Water opens as Justine, vampire Simone Gireaux and their mortal friend Teresa Diaz bring long-delayed vengeance to the man who murdered...
My understanding of God and our Cosmos in which we live.
A short letter I wrote to my Uncle Geoffrey A Fout owner of Keagan's in Virginia Beach, VA who molested me when I was 5 years old. You can contact him if you wish at Keaganâ€™s 1-757-228-1787 or at his other number 1-757-204-4948. His public address as found on the internet is 3176...
My freinds thought that mangomeow wrote a really really creepy story. I took that as a chalenge. If u cannot stumock alot DO NOT READ THIS. Its pretty dark but i hope u guys still enjoyðŸ˜˜
Short Story | Updated May 4, 2015 | Reads: 54 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 2
A poem about my mom.
Poetry | Updated May 1, 2015 | Reads: 11 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 3
The love i have for my daughter is unmeasurable nor comparable too anything
Poetry | Updated Apr 23, 2015 | Reads: 19 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 1
By Lb Studio
Back in the day most farm kids were considered 'Free Range' children. They were booted out the front door into the wild farm yard and told not to return unless they were hungry. Free rangers were always hungry, and would soon find their way to the back door begging to be let in for some food.
Short Story | Updated Apr 21, 2015 | Reads: 20 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 0
By Ted Gerard
Another passing thought. What do you think?
By Miss Phoenix
This is a work in progress; a short story of a mother's internal struggle.
It isn't completed, so any feedback would be appreciated. Thank you for reading!
A child that has gone through a blot and realises that he can change and so can the rest of us.
This a short story of something i have put together and please excuse me of any spelling mistakes. Enjoy!
Short Story | Updated Apr 18, 2015 | Reads: 24 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Patricia Mcgurk Martin
I want to mention that my race is called
This is a piece dedicated to those in all forms of child care; from daycare to camps to teachers. I was gifted a brief, yet powerful moment of inspiration, joy, and passion. This is my most earnest attempt to pass it on.
By Lost Knight
A mother is the epitome of sacrifice. She is like a candle in our lives which burns itself to give us light
Poetry | Updated Apr 11, 2015 | Reads: 18 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 2