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This was my social studies homework so yeah. Laurenz always lived behind the Berlin Wall. He was always watched, always guarded, always on some form of lockdown. He could only imagine how wonderful his cousin's life is. That is until his father and brother take him for a wild ride that may last...
Metaphorical short story about humanity and innocence.
When inspiration is gone, hope is the tiny seed which keep a poet moving on.
poem about twists in life.
Eve awoke to a room full of sunlight. A fresh morning breeze lifted the muslin curtain then dropped it playfully as it rippled through the material. She had slept well and yet she felt as if she could lie there all day. The past few days had been emotionally draining and trying to replace the...
A seriers of diffrent short stories. Story one: A boy takes revenge on the man who killed his baby sister.
To the drama teacher that encouraged me so much, in both writing and confidence.
To the man who's laughter echoes, even now.
A few people will know it, but when we had to hand in journals for drama class, I wrote poems as my entries. So writing this poem kind of has a double meaning.
A Producer and a Director put on the most expensive Shakespeare production of all time. They rent the biggest theatre in the country and hire the world's most famous actor to play the lead role of King Lear. However, just before curtain up on opening night, he dies.
The single sentence sum-up...
By Si Thomas
A short poem about the joy of being in theatre!
Finally coming around to being who she needs, but by the time your ready she's gone.
Poetry | Updated Jul 27, 2011 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 0
By Francis Ash
The true story of the Cambridge spies, how they worked as a team, and how great friendships led to ultimate betrayal.
By Mike Florio
When I was a kid, before the internet existed, I had a computer game called Commander Keen that was one of those 2-dimensional screen-shifting games, like Mario or Sonic. I found it rather unusual that my memory of playing this game wound up in my dream and slowly began to see its significance....
Recently two poets past away that I loved dearly, one of them even would be my wife now if she still had lived.. But, bad things happen..This text gives a small insight in the current status of my being since both poets died..
//Black, only that surrounds me//take it away, destroy it//
//nothing, nothing, more//
hey, hey, please read and comment! It's about a black night that warps human's soul into the very depths of insanity.
this poem just came to mind i have no idea why but it just did