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By Sandy Appleyard
My father was an alcoholic all his adult life, and the disease took his life at the age of forty-one. When I was ten years old, I became exposed to alcoholism. This book describes what I saw, my reactions to it, and how each situation made me feel. Most importantly, this book illustrates how...
By Sultry Alice
Age doesn't matter, New year's Eve has a certain romantic magic.
A MOTHER AND HER MURDERED DAUGHTER.
Poetry | Updated Dec 22, 2012 | Reads: 7 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
To my unborn daughter, i love you already!
This poem is about my step father, who me and my mother have concluded that he is a sociopath. we both agreed that he is not a good father so we agreed to no longer talk to him. growing up, he was the only dad I had ever known. April 1st of this year, I met my biological father, i rather happy...
My wife and I are separated, and she keeps my Daughter from me. I wrote this to deal with my feelings.
Poetry | Updated Dec 14, 2012 | Reads: 17 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
This story has a great message that helps people understand what they might be missing out on. Family is so important and a lot of people these days take their family for granted. Some of them won't always be there so make sure you appreciate and make the most I the moments you share with your...
Who knew the unexpected would die...die alone.
someone that could discover the feelings of an afterlife and would watch the whole world in their palms.
To watch the ones that cared sobbing for you.
Well lets just say dying alone is one of the worsts fears a girl could have on her own.
This poem holds two meanings. You may ask me what they are if you interested.
Olivia and her father refuse to give up hope, especially since it's Christmas! I'm not saying anymore than that (;
*Part of the short story contest*
By Faux Clove
Written for a dare.
Short Story | Updated Dec 2, 2012 | Reads: 120 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 3
By Revera Love
When Riley Fisher woke up one morning she had no idea that her world was about to change. Now lost, alone, and desperate she will cling to any hope she can come by to see her Tyger Lilly again.
But dark figures block her path. Shadows of the trickster totem, The fox. Only with her Spirit...
This poem is about my Dad. My mum left him when I was around three years old, because of the way he treated my sister (who wasn't his). Since then, he's come back into my life, only to show me that he hasn't changed.
Poetry | Updated Nov 27, 2012 | Reads: 70 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 1
This is the story of my relationship with my mother, and her relationship with drugs.
This is the first piece I've ever written about my mom and our relationship. This is how it was about five years ago, when I was in eighth grade. She doesn't affect me like this much anymore. The last line is true to this day however.
Just please keep all of that in mind when reading. It was...