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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! :)
Dedicated to Heather O'Rourke (1975-1988) who died on February 1, 1988.
By Gabriel Rae
Mikael Anderson was a normal kid, until he turned twelve. Slowly he began to notice changes in himself. Something began to manifest inside of him. First he took pride in the new powers that he was developing, but soon he realized that his parents would stop at nothing to control the secrets that...
Some angels earn their wings too early.
The short, traumatic life of an inhuman boy.
Short Story | Updated May 3, 2014 | Reads: 20 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
High school student, Hannah, comes from a rough past. While going to high school she is taken away from her abusive parents and taken to a foster facility. Hannah soon falls madly in love, but with whom? That's right... her teacher.
About a little Domican girl that gets separated from her parents because of immagration. (this is based of of my own experiance, due to the deportation of my father. This is from a young girls point of view maybe about 6 or 7)
Ain't Nobody's Business tell a tale of a fictional family and characters who goes through a series of crises and events which will turn their lives in a upheaval but through it all a some of them will turn towards Christ.
By Meg Smith
She was lost, left behind, forgotten. No one knew where she was.She didn't even know where she was and now, she had no one but herself.
By Brandy Jean Cassady
I was a horrible child to my step-mother who raised me. I blamed her for my sadness. Now I'm grown and am asking her for forgiveness.
Having made a deal with the devil that she is happy with and he regrets, CL unleashes hell on those closest to her in this first of a series on a blessed girl turned villain who narrates directly to and at the audience in a horror-suspense styled voice while losing her grip on reality and...
"I broke my wrist!", I screamed out.
"What!.....wait, how??", Mom said.
"I broke my wrist! I need a doctor please" I cried out.
"Raven, what happened" she said.
Short Story | Updated Apr 28, 2014 | Reads: 240 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1