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Cotton Candy is a short story about a man sharing his childhood memory about a girl he cannot forget.
Short Story | Updated Nov 12, 2014 | Reads: 71 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
Childhood friends spend a romantic night together before their inevitable separation.
Short Story | Updated Nov 2, 2014 | Reads: 22 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Bullet Biter
Inspired from the real story of a 7 years girl victim of sexual abuses and murdered by an unknown man whose identity is still a mistery. Her body was thrown from the 7th floor of the building in which she lived.
(I am not a native speaker, I hope you will forgive possible mistakes in the...
Short Story | Updated Nov 2, 2014 | Reads: 170 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
his is a free verse poem that I came up with for a school literary festival.
Before we grew up, everything was easier, and nobody thought twice about being friends, those were the good times
Just a short poem this time, I found it when I was looking as things I had written a few years ago, unfortunately there are people other than me who will have felt pretty much the same as I was one I wrote this
A short story (1700 words) about childhood innocence and human guilt and pain.
Short Story | Updated Oct 23, 2014 | Reads: 16 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
This is a short Haiku about our family house in France where I partially grew up.
Poetry | Updated Oct 22, 2014 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
When Rina stops by Hanson, her childhood friend's place, it is more then just a friendly visit. She tells of a Zombie Apocalypse that is happening on the outside and tells him they should board up his house even though Hanson and Rina's parents or family were not around. Can they last the...
By Damian Vincent Henry
The boy in the rain has felt immense pain.
Poetry | Updated Oct 6, 2014 | Reads: 10 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Damian Vincent Henry
The ghetto is like the wilderness, no animal is truly safe. Just as no man sees a bullet until it's too late.
By Christian Taylor
A poem reflecting on the town you once grown up in.
This is poetry, so please, come up with your own fucking interpretation you lazy bastard. That's the point, yes there are themes of god, atheism, and find your own path in life, but there are many possibilities. In short, it is about a child leaving home when they turn eighteen.
This is about my undying love for Harry Potter.
It's supposed to be formatted into the shape of a lightning bolt, but I can't seem to get it to cooperate.
Poetry | Updated Sep 8, 2014 | Reads: 14 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 2
By Sunil Chandra Jha
This my childhood story. A memory which I will cherish forever. Hope you will enjoy it.
â€œLife is a journey with quest to solve lessons, to learn but most of all experience to enjoyâ€.
Short Story | Updated Sep 3, 2014 | Reads: 90 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0