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The 1995 Masters Golf Championship and the game of golf, in general. » Read
Poetry | Updated Feb 27, 2010 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
An updated version of a previous post of this story.
*please feel free to critique my writing, this is for a class so it would be very helpful*
Short Story | Updated Nov 1, 2009 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
The words the silence reveals if you take the time to listen...
LIke the title sais. o journal enrty of someone that cuts themselves.
By Eternal Damnation
The emo loner at school falls in love with a newly arrived student, only to have her snatched away from him. Named from the song Diary of Jane by Breaking Benjamin.
Poetry | Updated May 26, 2009 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 4 | Likes: 7
Four Teens Try to Find themselves with in a psychiatric ward. Can they do it? Or will there old demons rip them apart.
By Alice Sykes
A short poem about self harm, anger, and blame. feedback is appreciated, thank you
Opal York has a hard life at both school and home. What better way to make it better than revenge?
Novel | Updated Jan 18, 2009 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 3
When psych ward patient Carmen Forrester joins a book club, she isn't expecting to make any friends. Jenny, Pat, and Elaine are about to teach her a lesson.
By Wolven Instinct
Dysfunctional family much?
Free style, And I'd like to thank Itsu's depressing taste in music for bringing my therioside out and letting myself write this. lol
By Wolven Instinct
Ick. It's not wearing off as fast as I'd like. >.<
By Iva Stone Adair
Tabby and Daren have been best friends since Tabby was three. They have been dating for over two years now. They have no secerets between them...
Well... Maybe just one...
Short Story | Updated Nov 18, 2008 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 2
For all the girls that feel a little bit unattractive, a little bit too ordinary, or a little bit undone. Know that you are wonderful.
This poem is about a girl who cuts and pays the ultimate price.
I could feel this intimate intrusion in my body as my cold, sharp blade sunk into my flesh, I saw what went through my veinsâ€”there was no God, there was no dust, only blood, only imperfection.
Short Story | Updated Nov 29, 2006 | Reads: 5 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 2