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WAR & SOLDIERS.
Poetry | Updated Dec 10, 2008 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 1
this is a poem from the book i am writing called anna's star. it is about my aunt who passed away about a year ago. she was only 32 years old and it was very unexpected. it's a sore subject, but i have to get it out of my system.
Poetry | Updated Dec 9, 2008 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
One day they pushed their lips to the sky and tasted electricity.
By Violet Rose
This is pretty spur-of-the-moment for me. Instead of writing down and making a story out of something I randomly thought of in my head, I made it into a poem. It's like a mini-story and the only one of its kind for now.
Poetry | Updated Dec 9, 2008 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Oh god! Not another "haunted camera" story! We've already got Shutter and countless lame white-bread kid's stories!!! But I think it's o.k.
A very tragic short story
My name is Orihime Inoue, and I am Alone. second ending
Short Story | Updated Dec 8, 2008 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Ken Simm
The Pipistrelle is the smallest British Bat. It normally spends the Winter months in hibernation.
Told in the P.O.V of someone who is not what she appears to be untill the end. This is very small about 1 paragraph.
Short Story | Updated Dec 7, 2008 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
This is not about death in the way the title may portray, and this is also quite small! Very small. Heres a taste of the story-A taste of angry city life was the last thing I expected to get
Mark, Tessa, and Todd have been friends for their whole lives. (i know this sounds cliche but it's different) Mark is your average Joe, Tessa is an outspoken young woman who may be a little too vociferous for her own good, and Todd is that quiet guy that sits in the back of your classroom. As...
Its strange how we can find beauty in death of nature, even I see its beauty.
Poetry | Updated Dec 6, 2008 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
This poem is a reflection of a certain kind of soul.
A description of the gates which open to hell. Please don't read this for it may affect you in some way. You are Welcome to avoid this dark poem of bizarre imagination.
What happens when a little girl wishes for her Daddy to get well for Christmas?