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A song I wrote at 11pm, about two people who are in love, but are really poor; but their love keeps them going! :)
A dancer has many ways of performing, but even more ways of tricking themselves.
Enchanting night. Lovely weather. Prayerful friends. Love surrounds. Unfailing God.
Just what lies in a snowflake...
Short Story | Updated Oct 21, 2013 | Reads: 40 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 2
For Sparrow01's Halloween contest, using Vampires and the song 'Thriller' by Michael J for inspiration.
She was beautiful, with long, black hair, flawless, smooth white skin, a voluptuous figure and striking golden eyes.
If only they knew of the beast inside, and the bloodbath that is to come.
By Shannan Browne
Yes, He's THAT BIG :-D
Love can begin in the most unusual places, even a midst the pumpkins as you dance like Cinderella to the melody of the moon.
This is a story written for FrootLopp246's contest. The task was to re-write a fairy tale and give it a modern twist. I chose Sleeping Beauty.
It was most certainly a challenge, because generally I tend to write science-fiction and fantasy and avoid romance like the plague. Not because I don't...
I was looking at some pictures of this singer, and this one picture kind of got to me and I suddenly felt like writing a poem. So here it is, and the picture that inspired me.
Poetry | Updated Jul 18, 2013 | Reads: 4 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Saja Ahmad
the story is about a boy who is adopted and loves dancing!
Short Story | Updated Jul 12, 2013 | Reads: 36 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
Another lighter, happier song, but this one is a little more obvious with the undertones. I'm going to have to ask my friends to help me out, I kind of want some violin and piano in this.
By Silver 84
This poem was not inspired by a song or just made up. This is really how I feel. This is probably the most heartfelt poem I have written. It is a glimpse into what has been seared into my mind and thought of every day. Six hundred words, each one filled to the bursting point with the sorrow I...
By Old Sea
What do each dawning tell me morning after morning ?..
This story is about how people have dreams in doing something they really want to do but as they get older they deviate from those dreams by hanging out and trying to fit in. It is written from a woman's perspective who has a dream of dancing.
Short Story | Updated Jun 14, 2013 | Reads: 32 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0