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Random First Lines:This is my side of my friend's 'Lost' stories. We were at a sleepover at one of our houses and then we decided to write. So, we came up with the... » Read
this didn't happen to me. it was inspired by poetry I heard when I went to some event back in 2011.
Poetry | Updated Jun 25, 2013 | Reads: 15 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
taken from my book, "My Head Is Swarming With Flies"
By Kevin Witt
No one has asked yet, but just incase y'all are wondering how I became a writer and all that stuff. This is from when I started writing from Age 13/14ish to now. It's been a long 3-4 years of having this deep depression. It's difficult. You'll see why...
By Rachy Reg
A short poem on childhood I wrote to complete a scrapbook page, enjoy!
Poetry | Updated Jun 22, 2013 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 0
This book is for my little pony lovers (and for people who love derpy) This book is about Derpy's childhood. How she grew up with abusive parents, and having her only friend be a stuffed muffin. WARNING: This book has some bad words. (rated PG) I will make part 2 next week!
Book | Updated Jun 20, 2013 | Reads: 28 | Comments: 3 | Likes: 1
A daughter comes to the realization of creating a world that lingers between her childhood and the present.
Poetry | Updated Jun 20, 2013 | Reads: 9 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
A young boy falls in love with his swimming instructor. Mesmerized by his beauty, he never learns to swim.
A young woman preparing for her date is caught off guard by a disturbing memory of friendship.
Its about a person
Whose name is Summer
I'm not really sure where its going yet
Novel | Updated Jun 19, 2013 | Reads: 18 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 3
'The Unforgettable Leaves' is a nostalgic poem remembering beautiful days of childhood comparing it with today's empty lives.
A poem I wrote four years ago based on my childhood experiences.
My first memory of reading on my own.
Short Story | Updated Jun 11, 2013 | Reads: 10 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Chris Bradbury
Quelm Lane ran past the back of our house. It was a place where us kids would walk all the time. At the end of the lane was a stream with a small white metal bridge across it. It always seemed to be full of life. As Mick Box would say: 'Appy Days.
Poetry | Updated Jun 6, 2013 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
This poem is a fictional work. None of the accounts experienced through the text are real life events. The story is based around domestic abuse within the home environment, which unfortunately, many children and teenagers now experience. No child in the world should suffer from this distraught,...
A short story edited from a best man speech describing friendship through pro wrestling.