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Random First Lines:Why is there such a disparity between sentences for rapists and sentences for murderers? I want to highlight the disillusionment of the Irish... » Read
I dreamt so well in your cotton sheets...i slip out the backdoor and make footprints on the frosted yard
A short encounter leaves a single memory to remember that lasts a lifetime.
Short Story | Updated Sep 28, 2014 | Reads: 42 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
More of my feelings written on paper please let me know what you think of it and anything i could improve on
Poetry | Updated May 4, 2014 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Bright and Jezzine are complete opposites. Bright appeared like most of the people in the small village of Canterbury. Bright finds Jez, saying her remembers her- from the other life. Jez pushes him away, "he's a freak." She tells herself. But one day, people start disappearing, back to the...
By Maeve Winters
15 years ago a virus erupted that known as the Phantom Virus. Once an individual is marked by the virus they are forgotten and ignored until they disappear from human reality. Annora is a victim of the virus and is part of the Phantasm Protection Organization and is a powerful Lieutenant. By...
By Elton Camp
A wise person listens to warning
Poetry | Updated Jan 30, 2014 | Reads: 8 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Sam's condition was getting worse. A short story influenced by the stories of F. Kafka.
Well, as you can tell... I was REALLY hoping for spring after four months of snow and freezing cold. The winter can only be so beautiful for so long...
Clare has lost her twin sister, Alex. She can't quite remember what happened to her. That night,she has a dream...a flashback. Suddenly, everything seems so clear. Did she die? Or was she...murdered???
Short Story | Updated Jan 20, 2013 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 0
Unworthy to even be here
I'm tired of being the girl who sits at the back of the classroom. I'm tired of being the girl who has no friends. I'm tired of being the girl who gets treated like nothing but dirt.
I hate my life!
Short Story | Updated Jul 21, 2012 | Reads: 74 | Comments: 5 | Likes: 3
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By Naomi Folettia
A random poem about three voices talking about the rainbow. Who they are or what they are, are up to you and your imagination.