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By Alexandra Riquelme
You know those poems or ideas that you really should've revealed for a holiday?
This is one of them (LOL)
I wanted to post this "cute little love poem" around Valentine's Day but by then I would've totally forgotten about it (Hahahaha)
Love really shouldn't have only one day to celebrate...
Fifteen-year-old Daniella remembers the things she loved about her best friend, Liam, and hopes that he'll be there for her even when he's gone. After the accident, she's stayed at his side for the past few months while he's in a coma, wishing he could be free once again.
This is just a quick...
Short Story | Updated Aug 25, 2014 | Reads: 23 | Comments: 5 | Likes: 11
By Sue Hart
"Everyone can recall their past; but not everyone can recall their past life."
Maggie Warner grew up hearing frequent stories about her great-grandmother, but it wasnâ€™t necessary because she was born with those memories. To prove it, she needs Dr. Maloneâ€™s memory enhancing...
By Crow Of Light
As Man and Woman drink love, both their hearts dancing in the night as their spirits spin and twirl, a story of love and passion.
This is not a story ...its real life
A short piece of writing my first try for a poem.
(Feedback is very welcome please leave it if you want to)
Poetry | Updated Jun 28, 2014 | Reads: 7 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
By Hamlets Daughter
I follow a page on Facebook called Writer's Write, which sounds somewhat self absorbed, but there you go.
They post daily writing prompts, and the other day, it was "write about the first time you danced with someone you love/d". I was feeling sentimental, so I wrote.
Short Story | Updated May 26, 2014 | Reads: 35 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Few things are more freeing than dancing, and the Swing variety is my favorite. My friends and I enjoy swing dancing at all times of the year, at any opportunity. This particular poem was written after several occasions of impromptu swing dancing outside during the winter during other parties....
Darkness is a form of loneliness. Loneliness is a form of darkness. Those are the words that swim furiously around my head while I stand in this dark, empty room filled with blood-red doors all around me. Those words cover up the truth which are the real words that are swimming around my head....
By Medea Rene
A man's thoughts as he watches his lover dance underneath a full moon.
Poetry | Updated Apr 3, 2014 | Reads: 43 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 1
By Medea Rene
After entering a poetry competition for YoungWriters, my poem was published in 'Teenage Dreams: A Collection of Poetry'.
Contests | Updated Apr 3, 2014 | Reads: 30 | Comments: 6 | Likes: 3
Believing in God is one true thing.
Eric is battling with the death of his wife and newborn son. The past 2 years have been the most difficult in his entire life. How do you get over the death of two people who had been your reason for being alive? He has pushed so many people away, not letting himself talk about his grief. But...
A short poem of words regarding life and simple actions of life for the soul and mind.
Calyx Vega has just bought a dance studio from the inheritance she bought from her