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By The Last Pair Of Skinny Jeans
Dawn Hicks moves to Washington with her mother and boards Washington's public school. Having bad grades, and a bad record, she doesn't know what to do with herself. After listening to her mother lecture about moving and starting better than last year, she falls in love with a complete stranger...
Its about alien world.
Short Story | Updated Oct 25, 2008 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 3 | Likes: 2
By Kristen Schmid
This is a review on my thoughts on the last book in the "Twilight" saga.
Book Review | Updated Oct 12, 2008 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 24 | Likes: 73
The half vampire half wearwolf girl!
This is my opinion of Breaking Dawn.
Book Review | Updated Aug 23, 2008 | Reads: 6 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 15
Victoria Dawn is always one to follow her instincts, lo and behold the one time she doesn't, disaster strikes down upon those she loves and the town she grew up in. A beautiful man comes to save her but he is one of the very monsters that she now despises. In a world of vampires, does one...
By Lady Alanna
Another stab at poetry. It's about lost love.
This is about the "bond" between breaking dawn (booksie author) and her sister, whose life she saved by giving her bone marrow. I thought that was an extremely brave thing to do, and I thought that Breaking dawn deserved a poem about that.
A completely Twilight and Co. based poem! Originally written to send to my favorite podcast!
its a fan fic to twilight, Stephenie meyers series.
Short Story | Updated Jun 17, 2008 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
An extremly random book I came up with while waching a report on tv about New Jersy...
Book | Updated May 30, 2008 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 6 | Likes: 11
Brianna Marie Race, or Bree as everyone calls her, is just a normal girl. Her life is great; when suddenly, everything that she has come to know and trust begins spiralling out of control. Right when she thought her life couldn't get any worse; she finds herself in a situation that would be more...
I never know where these things come from.
By Nadilyn And Lydian
I watch as the gray sky morning passes, only to sigh, another day.
Poetry | Updated May 11, 2008 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0