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By Elizabeth Smit
This poem is a tribute to the global tiger forum.
I hope you who read this will take to heart what I was trying to do and help this cause.
Money is not all that matters. If you cant make a donation, but want to help, just write an article/poem or spread the word so people know what is...
A not complete,unknown creature was born,now living in the house of a kind echidna.The creature has been living like a daughter in the stranger's home.Unwillingly to accept this kind of offer.
Novel | Updated Aug 6, 2013 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Matthew Brady
A bear and his cub walk the haunted roads of Aesop Street, a shantytown where beasts speak and struggle for survival while men dwell in comfort. There is no food but what they can find, and to venture into the nearby woods to search for it means death. For that is where the bad men lurk, hiding...
By Sheritha Singh
Kazoo, a lion cub, is caught and taken to City Zoo. Kazoo loses hope of ever returning to the African Jungle.
By Jett Watson
A poem on the essence of a story. (Written about two years ago.)
A lone white wolf named Milo was deserted from his pack,left for dead in the cold winter night.
There is this man..
The tiger man
The one who can command the brutal animals of the wild.
But when the hunter is hunted...?
The tiger cub
Was all alone.
The little cub
Was lost and couldnâ€™t find home.
He was lost
In a strange land.
And no matter the cost
He wanted to go back to his homeland.
Poetry | Updated Apr 25, 2011 | Reads: 23 | Comments: 24 | Likes: 2
16 yr. old Grace has just lost her father. She doesn't want a guy, while her mother can't seem to get enough. But Grace soon changes her mind when she meets the new Alpha of her pack, Kaden.
For Violet Moon's Challenge- I had to look at a picture and write a story/poem/novel about it. The picture is at the bottom of the page. Enjoy =)
P.S. I dind't know what genre to put it in, so I just put it in Thriller x]
Uhhh... I think I was very confused when I wrote this. lol.
Once on a hiking trip I found a dead bear cub *cry*, so, in remembrance of it I wrote this poem *sniff* poor wittle bear...(though I did change it up so that it seems to have been killed by deforesters or something MWAHAHAHA!!!! I hate people who destroy habitat...)
Poetry | Updated Apr 16, 2008 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 5