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It is the year 3040 and everybody communicates with the communicator3000, a futuristic phone that they live their lives with. They are all born mute, and are to never put their device down. But 16 year old Kataya Micheals is sick of it. Then she gets thrown back into the past, where people are...
This is a story about love and the pain that comes with it. Its about confusion, feeling neglected, paranoia, insecurity, deep love and trying to understand the pain of love.
Ever notice the more people talk, the less they say? Am I the only one that doesn't talk just to hear themselves? Ah, there is a better way...song...
finding Mr Right can be not what you think...and it gets more difficult each day...
We somethings we don't think before we do something, but their is a still small voice that warns us before we make the decisions we make and we always scream when its to late
By Ghetto Gospel
The question is a series of stories. I have so many. Some I dare not share one on one because my story would get twisted and not told, so,
A poem about being a poet
By Ngoma Yolanda
Short Story (900 words)
Short Story | Updated Sep 12, 2011 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
I've been in a very confusing spot lately
Personal view on religion based on the principles of humantheism.
God and satan are married, but the power of Sonfa Fason and its children - the people - is increasing as people keep evolving to fatser, better and more equitable live forms. What will be next? Halfgods, god itself? What powers...
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the air we breathe has music in it. really, who could live without music?
What is a word but a label that we use in order to communicate in our world?
for a friend at allpoetry.
My name is Cara Louann.
My user name is PoovyLou.
My birthday is April 3rd, I am an Aries.
By Scribblings Of A Middle Aged Mad Man
When your love is of titanic size you must work to navigate the ice invested waters of silence.