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Random First Lines:A recollection of four years of my life between high school and university, aged between 16 and 20. An account of the experiences - and the people... » Read
Stanly has run away from everything in his small town to california and now wants to start a new life no strings attached! Until he falls for a girl who is everything that he's not.
Conners University and Highschool. Is commenly called Conners Univerhighsity. Just like all, highschools and Collages, no one dates anyone not in their " LEAGE" but when the secret crushes, and looks, turn to after hour flings, and two timing, crossing paths could cause alot more trouble then...
A geek talks to a girl on a webcam.
By Hollehpire Nevermore
Just a song poem like thing that i wrote out of boredom :D
Poetry | Updated May 14, 2011 | Reads: 11 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
For Alex, coming home from tour was nothing special, really. Get back in the Condo, sleep a few hours more, order take out then go to band practice for the next Tour. But coming home this time was totally different. He met Stella. It started with a simple plan to keep her company while she...
It isn't cheating... but it sure feels like it.
Two friends and i wagged school and smoked some weed. I was just sitting back and listening to the conversations when i decided to get out my laptop and record it all. After half an hour this is what i had...
By Molly Stevenson
Alex, Zoeey and Carter all have something to hide,
And someoneâ€™s out to get them all, whatever it takes â€¦
Alex Seltorieâ€™s a suspect in a murder trial, Zoeey Henderson works as an after-dark stripper and Carter Montgomeryâ€™s a kleptomaniac shoplifter.
And an anonomas...
By Allie Apathy
I love the way you taste my pain.
By Risely B Riddled
I had a dream about weed being grown in my basement and told my mom...it turned out to be a memory from when I was five and walked in on my Uncle's gro-op operation.
By Fate Hates Me
Humor me! Write me a story of a novel. Either way.. It's your job to entertain me!
They always made sure to tell me I wasnâ€™t perfect. Maybe they whispered it to me while I was sleeping, or communicated it with there dry, loveless gazes. No matter how they told me it was always clear: You are flawed...
A SECRET AGENT AND HIS FATHER AND MOTHER AND THE STATE.
This is a poem i wrote inspired by one of my favorite shows, dexter.