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A MOTHER AND HER DEAD CHILD.
Poetry | Updated Aug 31, 2008 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
It happens all too often; people get left behind, even though they don't understand the reason for it. They get mad and think that the one that left them never cared. I hope this poem proves it a little different.
Poetry | Updated Aug 30, 2008 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
How do you end up and stay a single parent. What does it really take to compensate for the lack of the traditional family model. Who do you become in order to be effective in such a role
lost in life...
Abusive Father/Husband is put to an end.
The World isn't as nice as it may seem.
By Lady Alanna
A poem about how during the summer, a school campus is practically asleep. I noticed this when we returned from our four week break from marching band. Before, the school was empty with the exception of a few activities going on, but now that school is bearing down upon us again, it's starting...
Well, Im not sure where this should be put. It is a story, an essay, an article... the genre is horror, opinion and relgious. Its about the faith I've lost and the hope that carries me on.
It doesn't happen often but when it does, the world just seem less brighter when a mother loses a child.
Emily. A normal woman. Only 22. But WAS she normal?
The strange dreams, the nightmares. The aftertastes, of blood. The clouded memories that shouldnt be so clouded.
She's wondered what caused all of this. Now she's finding out.
Emily's not normal. Not at all. Will she be the mother of the new...
Novel | Updated Aug 7, 2008 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
A MOTHER'S GRIEF.
Poetry | Updated Aug 4, 2008 | Reads: 14 | Comments: 4 | Likes: 2
How far can a kid's imagination go?
Five hundred pass bys in your previous life,
For one exchange of glance in this life.
Nothing is a coincidence, but destiny.
This was written in the year 2004... I tried the rhyme scheme similar to 'La Belle Dame Sans Merci' by John Keats. I love that poem. =)
This is a short story about poker, motherhood and overnight celebrity. Titillating enough?