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Finding herself locked in an estranged room with an unknown little girl, Ainsley must come to terms with the events that got her there, in order to leave and re-unite with her daughter.
Will she be able to do it?
Short Story | Updated Aug 15, 2014 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
you wait. no matter how long it took.
Poetry | Updated Jul 20, 2014 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
is there anything else to say?
Poetry | Updated Jun 14, 2014 | Reads: 8 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 2
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Rhonda Calling is an elderly lady with a walking cane, who lives in Bayswater Street, London. She is trying to get possession over a magic coat, which hangs on an iron gate, across the street from her. Anyhow, in order to do so, she must enter the building, which is enclosed by the gate. Two...
Ever wonder why thy almighty brought us here?
Poetry | Updated Apr 19, 2014 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
I sometimes pull all-nighters, and when the sun rises, I like to sit in my window and watch it. So I wrote a poem about the sunrise and the dawn chorus. Enjoy!
When you realize you can never really have pure silence.
As time continues to tick by is it the clock that's truly driving her mad, or something much deeper no one has yet to understand.
Just a little something about growing up.
Inspiration from: Hudson by Vampire Weekend
About someone who lives a life of waits.
By Simple Songstress
Just read and enjoy.
Miscellaneous | Updated Jul 2, 2013 | Reads: 25 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 2
By Jessie Johnson
A grandfather clock is delivered to a retirement center. Soon after the residnets and staff start dropping like flies.
Short Story | Updated Jun 25, 2013 | Reads: 44 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 2
By Victoria Klis
Just a snippet of an idea.
Miscellaneous | Updated Mar 25, 2013 | Reads: 8 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Taughts the clock
I should run but
I'm too broken to even walk.
Haunts the clock
I should scream and cry but
My throat's too dry to even talk.