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By Nikki Xayachack
I thought I got over him but my subconscious thinks of him all the time. When is it going to stop? When is he goiing to discontinue himself from my mind until I know he doesn't exist anymore? Like or comment if ya dig
This is a short story about a young African American male in the late 1960's during drafted into the Vietnam war. Decisions that he made throughout the story effected his life, as well as, many others.
By Nikki Xayachack
Greed takes over their souls. Always striving for the gold around the necks. Killing their life; give it a sec. like if ya dig!
The life and times of Alien Bacteria
I was working in an online digital agency as a web app developer, and I was doing great as far as money and stability is concerned. However, there were things which forced me to leave the peace, serenity and security of a highly paid job and build something out from the scratch.
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A reflection on the nature of memory.
By Taylor Cole
You only get a finite amount of seconds in your lifetime. What can happen in one? And what happens when they all run out?
For a school assignment, we were instructed to write a personal essay on the prompt "what it feels like to be me". I kind of liked mine. Toward the end, I got bored and kinda lazy though.
I have a thing for food.
Short Story | Updated Dec 6, 2014 | Reads: 32 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
My life is a living, breathing work of art. And by that I mean it's weird and unique.
Short Story | Updated Dec 5, 2014 | Reads: 25 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
Creative non-fiction essay, Revised from one previously handed in to a professor.
By Bex Deadlove
For my Creative Writing class we were told to do a essay called "My Voice." In it, we were to describe what we thought of ourselves in our own style. I ended up going more in depth with it. I was feeling especially poetic this day, so I figured I'd post this.
Poetry | Updated Oct 30, 2014 | Reads: 4 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0