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this is the original i posted up before sort of completed. i have an idea for a better ending but just thought i would pop this up as ive been dragging it out for ages!
any comments would be much appreciated!
even if you hate it. which i hope no one does.
By Brian Peza Perrins
Distant memories of days gone by.
I've felt a strong connection with Gaara. I understand him. I hope you like this piece.
Novel | Updated Jan 23, 2009 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 6
"I wish it was me who was brutally slaughtered. Maybe it was. With the deaths of my victims piling up by drastic numbers, it is hard to keep track. Was it eight now? Or maybe nineâ€¦ It didnâ€™t matter. What did matter was that I was drenched in blood, it dripping onto my floor. Just a...
Essay is about childhood experiences that shaped the person that I was becoming.
My poem is a metaphor about life and growing up from a child until an older individual. I decided to use flowers as a metaphor. I really hope you like it.
My dad used to let me down all the time. I was sick of his excuses so I wrote him this poem.
...Never had enough courage to show him though...
By Ryan M Akers
Who says there's no such thing as monsters?
By Ryan M Akers
Why do childhood loves grow old & apart?
a short blurb about a summer vacation from childhood. Childhood memoir. a college paper. love, childhood and simplicities of life.
Does childhood exist? Is it a hood enveloping us all?
this is the completed version of the story i posted up a while ago. took me a while as the subject and the writing style was so different to what im used to!
Short Story | Updated Dec 3, 2008 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 3
I'm not sure if this can be classed as a short story but I didn't know what to put it under. It's a memory. (For those who are unfamiliar with 'Nan' it means grandma.)