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By Charlie Farthing
I will not and cannot consider myself a victim of child abuse. In fact I feel I am just as much to blame, so how could I possibly consider myself a victim.
I long ago came to terms as to how I feel about myself in isolation. Every day feels like a parody of a normal life, a dirty hidden...
Short Story | Updated Apr 19, 2014 | Reads: 29 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Jennifer Colloy
It is October in Springs Valley, and the only birthday that day is now 16 year old Ryn Mitchel's. This spunky high-schooler is off to a great start until small town Spring Valley is thrown into a great scare when a fellow student is found dead in the parking lot of East Spring High School;...
By Arie Loston
Poetry | Updated Apr 16, 2014 | Reads: 9 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Ally Shark
I don't know if you guys know this, but April is child abuse prevention month. I absolutely hate child abusers! This is my way to spread the word. (And Booksie and my iPad better let me format is right!)
Luna is tired of suffering from her family. She wants to end it all but does not have the guts to do so. She plays her piano to try to ease the pain but the pain she is trying to ease is too strong to handle.
When wife of an important government official is threatened to be killed if she doesn't end the life of her own lover, she looses everything to defend him in times of great trouble for their city.
Life is a process.
Ok, so this isn't really poetry: it's the lyrics to a song I made up. I plan to put it to music soon... But I'd like some feedback on my song lyric abilities :)
By R Anonymous
How would she keep his death a secret?
Short Story | Updated Apr 5, 2014 | Reads: 68 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Medea Rene
From the point of view of an aborted child, watching its mother from Heaven.
Poetry | Updated Apr 3, 2014 | Reads: 28 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 2
A poem to my mother who died 9-11-12.
She lost a daughter and always blamed herself and I want her to be happy now that she is reunited with her.
By Elton Camp
A joy of childhood I'd like to experience again
Poetry | Updated Mar 26, 2014 | Reads: 17 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
Farid, a boy who doesn't know how to swim, is gathering courage to learn how, and to face his fear of swimming. Enjoy!
Gina has high hopes. But being stuck in a dingy city as a street walker trying to provide for her and her boyfriend becomes difficult with what is to occur.
We all have things from our past, big or small, that hold us back in some way. It can make us stronger or it can tear us apart. Either way, it's hard to escape it.
Poetry | Updated Mar 15, 2014 | Reads: 11 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0