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Say hi to Skylar, a sixteen year old boy who ran away from his home at only ten years old due to drug addict parents and an abusive father. In need of a job he walks into a getgo store and applied, not knowing that his life would be forever changed.
Taking a chance on love.
I am not sure what I am doing any advice I would appreciate. I just started doing this and just trying to get some things off of my mind I guess.
Chairty Moore was raised by her mother her whole childhood growing up, and they had a close relationship. Due to Chairty's father being a deadbeat, he wasn't in her life and never has been and she was perfectly fine with that. In fact, she was more than fine with that-- all she needed was her...
A poem about alcohol abuse
Poetry | Updated Jun 2, 2014 | Reads: 15 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
This is just a short story that i feel i can relate to and hopefully you can too
A young girl has her heart broken for the first time.
By Dann Labyrinthian
I'm sure we've all felt the pain of love. Maybe it was family, or someone you loved. The pain of being betrayed may lead one to extreme measures.
This is a poem out of, 'Alone in the dark.'
Step into the world of a just turned fourteen year old girl named Jodie Smith. Jodie Smith got ripped away from her family on her birthday and sent to an abusive, strict, do or die concentration camp called Auschwitz.
Grab your bag of popcorn and prepare yourself to get your heart broken and...
Have you realized it yet? I don't even exist.
Poetry | Updated May 21, 2014 | Reads: 9 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
that moment when you gone bit crazy...
Short Story | Updated May 19, 2014 | Reads: 93 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
Kennedy wanted an exciting Friday night, and when the Johnson boys showed her a secret door, that's what she got. But now, things weren't so exciting. They were frightening. The children must work together to get back to the Johnson's.
A poem about me dealing with low self-esteem.
This is simply the way my mind works. Every Word I say, every strange digression is what I think while I cry.