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By Mil Phoenix
I do not claim to be an expert on love.
By Kunal Matthew Masih
The poem is about a sad boy who is alone and sad and there is no body to listen to him. But one day a friend come in his life and his sad life became happy as he always share his feelings to her.But one day she passed away and the boy again became sad and he is waiting when God will take him...
A Journey in to the world of your inner mind,
One man goes on a quest to figure out why he's trapped in what he thinks is a dream, what will chris do what will he find, will you discover something true to you?
this is my agony
this is me
Article | Updated May 22, 2015 | Reads: 5 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By The Roseless Thorn
This is a very small sample of work that I have recently been working on. Critiques would be great. I really want to improve my writing in so many ways.
This is basically about a teenager who considers herself lifeless, and often finds herself stuck in her own thoughts.
By Master Papers
In the mid-eighties, snow-thrower manufacturing firm Toro, launched a promotion where purchasers of snow blower could refund a part of their purchase in the event that the next winter was characterized by modest snowfalls. The amount of money that was refunded was related to the amounts of...
My story, expected to be in around 5 parts.
Sharing some deep feelings on love.
Just a way to share with that special someone in your life
that you love them.
the words just come to me.
Script | Updated Nov 4, 2014 | Reads: 20 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
Its the first chapter with more to come. A twist of fate as these two very different lives colide read about Henry and Sebastian's first meeting here and now.
This is not a story ...its real life
A poem that I'm putting in the next chapter of my novel
Some of the worst El NiÃ±os, the infamous climate patterns that shake up weather around the world, could double in frequency in upcoming decades due to global warming, says a new study out Sunday in the journal Nature Climate Change.
This poem is a dark poem about an individual who has been hurt and is dying surrounded by their blood, hence the title, pool of blood. This person talks about their last moments of life before they go 'up' or 'down'
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