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Random First Lines:This is my second book. This book will take new and aspiring FOREX/ Stock market traders on a learning journey to ready and prepare themselves for... » Read
My silent letter/poem to a dearly beloved who died recently. May your soul rest in peace. I could never say I love you as emotions made us always feel awkward. But I hope that you always knew. Thank you for reading :)
By Leon Martin Sadino Manguiob
Maxine and Noel . The feeling of losing someone . READ IT :)
Short Story | Updated Feb 4, 2014 | Reads: 66 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
This book is about the loss of my son and how I have managed to take such a tragedy and turn it into a positive way to help others. I want parents who have lost a child realize they are not going through this alone.
Sometimes you need to take a break from life and just giggle. Here are a few religious themed jokes that made me chuckle a bit so I thought I'd share them. I am not sure of there original sources, I just picked them up somewhere along the way.
It's a short story about a motherless daughter, wich I am. It's kind of personal, but I think it's important to know that, if you have both parents, you should feel very lucky. I hope you like this story. If not, it's okay:)
Well this is a story for BriannasBooks' Christmas contest. I hope it came out alright because it was really hard to write under a 2000 word limit. I thought it was quite a lot, but turns out not really... Anyway, enjoy :D
Compares a carpenter who builds homes in this life to the carpenter's Son who builds homes in the next life for all those who believe in Him.
By Jeff Schrembs
Jeff Schrembs writes an original article about the 26th anniversary of (sadly) the passing of Elvis Aaron Presley.
Agony, Misery, my only friends.
By Alfred James
The death and resurrection of Jesus Christ is central to the Christian faith.Â The death and resurrection of Jesus Christ is the divine vindication of the truth that Jesus died in place of sinners needing redemption and justification before an infinitely holy and just God. Thus, the death of...
I wrote this shortly after my Nana died of breast cancer.
Poetry | Updated Jun 10, 2013 | Reads: 14 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Mike Fred
Michael White has lost his parents and is now alone on the streets of Detroit. He has no idea what to do, or if he'll ever find anyone to love him. He feels totally alone. The only thing he can do is hope.
I miss the Indian sweets of youth, I can make some, not allowed to have them any more. Doctors orders you see,
You would love them as I do, if you have a sweet tooth too.
The textures, juicy bites, colours, smells, to delight eyes, hearts, and mouth. Rose water some are soaked in,fried crisp...
When inspiration is gone, hope is the tiny seed which keep a poet moving on.
love is not just between a girl and a boy.... its something very special