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Tick, tick, tick.
The clock struck eight, the mouse ran down. Tick, tick, tick. The clock struck nine and the mouse fell down a hole. Tick, tick. The clock struck ten, the mouse did not show. Tick, tick. The clock struck eleven, a little squeak pierced the air. Tick. The clocked struck twelve,...
Everything was easy. He was the best boyfriend. Except, something wasn't right. Little did I know the heartbreak, drama, confusion, and pain to come...
Book | Updated Feb 19, 2014 | Reads: 24 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
A story that begins with a man, looking to kill himself at an assisted suicide facility; however, he is rejected from assisted suicide but given a strange proposition by a group of masked men known only as 'The Assistants'. They offer him a solution in return for him saving someone else's life....
taken from my book, "This Never Happened Before"
By Saint Sibiya
I wrote this in 2011, I describe how most teenagers are so eager to understand life, they desire to impress others, and make bad decisions, when they hit their lowest point those they seek to impress are nowhere to be found , they find comfort in substances which destroy them further and end up...
By James Feww
I had this thought in my head for many years now and I felt like expressing it in a poem.
By Laylah Pledger
A guy named Declan wakes up from oncoming nightmares, not knowing where he is, anybody around him, or even who he is himself...
taken from my book,
By Elton Camp
All that was Lora faded away
Poetry | Updated Feb 7, 2014 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 2
Loss of what once was....
Short Story | Updated Feb 6, 2014 | Reads: 13 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
broken poem, confused, strong feelings that are hard to ignore, what I'm expected to believe and who I really am. really very confusing
I just wrote this out of the blue. I like the sounds of it and how it flows. I thought others might as well. Enjoy.
Inspired by my Gran to write,
Poetry | Updated Feb 2, 2014 | Reads: 10 | Comments: 3 | Likes: 0
This was a poem written for myself, by someone who was so outstanding with words, I never quite knew whether he meant them or not. .. I still don't know.
Poetry | Updated Feb 1, 2014 | Reads: 14 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 4
By Ned Godleads
If it wasnt for her father, her life wouldnt be this miserable