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So today I had to get ready and start making my high school schedule.. And I started crying, I guess I realized my childhood is all gone, and I'm growing up. *sigh* I miss playing with toys... Anyways to the poem!
Poetry | Updated Jan 16, 2013 | Reads: 29 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
In this chapter It gives the reader a taste of how Nexous's family is like.
Heres a short story my best friend Bethan wrote about me, and I think its really cute so I thought I'd share it. Please take a look!:D <3
Short Story | Updated Jan 7, 2013 | Reads: 7 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
After a fight that happened ten years before, they still havenâ€™t spoken. She knows itâ€™s her fault they donâ€™t speak anymore and has spent the next ten years regretting it. She shouldnâ€™t have pushed him away and sheâ€™d so anything to change her actions. But...
"I have seen six centuries and ninety odd years; I have roamed through nearly ten lifetimes, watched kingdoms, countries, leaders, even worlds, rise and fall. Through all of this I have not perished and perhaps never will. My body, forever young, has been frozen in the vast course of time, but...
By Vikas Sharma
A fond remembrance of how simple were fights in childhood days....
Poetry | Updated Jan 3, 2013 | Reads: 626 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Comte De Acheron
I wrote a novel which is still in the heavy editing process. It is on my old deviantART account, but I've no intention of providing a link due to its...well, it's old. Oof.
Any who, the main character, Nicholas - this was going to be a sort of "prequel" to my previously mentioned novel. His...
By Savannah Ray
Losing your childhood best friend is difficult especially when you dont even know what went wrong.
Poetry | Updated Dec 31, 2012 | Reads: 6 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Liva Nagle
I quite patriotic piece of work. To notice the change in surroundings, your environment, in yourself!
Poetry | Updated Dec 29, 2012 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
A poem about a childhood home
The boy is now hard as diamond
His seismic mind as tides of a tsunami-
Drifted shore and core of the earth
Again and again-
He thought, is this freedom?
Itâ€™s high time to challenge
A Fight for Freedom to choice
This is the beginning of sharing the things that I don't talk about. I'm starting with what I feel marks the ending of my childhood.
Short Story | Updated Dec 26, 2012 | Reads: 427 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 3
By Sweet Agony Xo
just how my christmas are. every year since i was 8.
so yeah. enjoy.
A poem I wrote about being away from home and memories of growing up.