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All I have ever wanted is someone to trust
Boston, 2060. Everyone enjoys a usual wintry day in the city, until a strange meteor lands in Boston Common. Fifteen ordinary people, including Boston's esteemed team of scientists from Boston University, investigate the meteor closely. The scientists conclude that the meteor is a danger to...
This is my first novel that im getting really serious about. It is about mental illness and love. and, it shows that happy ending don't always happen in life. This is the prolog.
Novel | Updated Dec 17, 2014 | Reads: 19 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 0
i always come running when you start crying my name
Why are people afraid when darkness falls?
By Angel Beatz
All my poems come from heartâ€¦ Enjoy ~
But only a select few understand meâ€¦
Sometimes, looking at the world through different eyes is the only way someone can understand how cruel it is.
By Noand Hegask
If you were to be literally grounded under the ground, what would you think of?
All over the galaxy Darkness is spreading, little by little peoples families are lost, cities destroyed and planets are taken over and the remaining people must fight, not just for survival but to save the entire galaxy and everyone in it.
My first try at writing hope to get better with every part
In part one we meet a young man called dante who suddenly dissapears to a planet where he meets a young girl called azumi. Growing in physical and mental strength they both need to figure out where they are and who brought them there
Ophelia is a normal, quiet spoken girl, who never asked for trouble. That is, until she was arrested for the mass murder of 27 innocent people, including her girlfriend Molly and best friend Aaron.The dolls house, a private institution where criminal young woman serve out their sentences through...
When God becomes an individuals only source for knowledge, all they learn, speak and write seems as foolishness to this world of natural minds.
This is a poem a wrote for class about the delights and horrors of the pencil.
Are we here? Are you here? Reality and darkness touch, it becomes easy to cross over and never realize.