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Berkeley Institute for Psychiatric Help and Rehabilitation has earned the newest member of its mental family. The only problem being, she may not be as insane as they say she is. Syrenne Cunningham is shipped off to Berkeley after doctors claim she attempted suicide. Now, trapped within the...
By Xox Imagination Xox
I had an assignment in my Poetry & Song class senior year of highschool. We had to choose a form of poetry, and were to write about it when we felt inspiration. I chose Poetry Therapy: Writing to heal yourself. I didn't plan this writing the night I wrenched my heart out crying. I was in a bad...
It sucks sometimes to go through teen love:
Short Story | Updated Oct 5, 2013 | Reads: 169 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
So basically, this is a story that I'm working on, not sure if it'll go anywhere, let me know what you think!
By Zoe Ross
It always seems life could be so much better, anywhere but here.
This is the continuation of ''Justice''.
I was really depressing three years ago, that's all I have to say.
By I See A Monster In The Mirror
Charlie Garrett is a 16 year old gang member in the 1940's, and era of segregation. He has to follow the instructions of Monte Fret, his gang leader, to avoid being killed.
A collection of poem written when I was depressed and alone. Mostly in a form of prayer and self reflection.
Poetry | Updated Dec 4, 2012 | Reads: 10 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
This was the story I wrote for my English half-yearly exams this year. My teacher said I made her cry, (though I don't think that's very hard for a woman like her, I took it as a compliment to my writing skills nonetheless). The prompt was: 'write about a box'. So this is about a girl attending...
By Elda King
I don't know why I wrote this, I was really depressed over something and I need to put it in paper.
Poetry | Updated Sep 24, 2012 | Reads: 10 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
This poem was made because I image what if I died and nobody can to care. What if I faded to only a memory. Then I was gone.
Poetry | Updated Jun 26, 2012 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Exactly who I was, and partly still am.
This is how I feel at times.