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The evolution of the broken American Dream.
Poetry | Updated May 8, 2014 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Fifteen year old Annabelle Malone is bullied in school. She finds a strange way to take away her anger, lucid dreaming. But Annabelle accidentally stumbles upon the barrier between the dreamworld and reality, she gains unthinkable power. And she is going to use it.
Novel | Updated May 6, 2014 | Reads: 10 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
By Lottie R
How would you dance for love?
You are what you are. It may hard to understand but whatever you had gone through had contributed in the person you are now.
Essay | Updated May 5, 2014 | Reads: 8 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
A future dream of a small girl.
By Meg Smith
She's been haunted by the screams of the dead since that fateful night and there is nothing she can do about it.
Kaylee is a interesting young girl. She starts to have nightmares, which digs up parts of her troubled past that were buried for a reason and the struggle of an already hard life starts to get harder and harder. She writes in her journal as her journey begins.
This was written a few weeks after I read Stephen King's Dreamcatcher. So erm...enjoy or laugh or whatever!
this is my story about power of will of person who puched to his limit to reach his dream
Novel | Updated Apr 26, 2014 | Reads: 10 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
I wrote this essay in ten minutes because I had a boy on my mind as per usual.
Essay | Updated Apr 24, 2014 | Reads: 14 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Chief William
A short account of a dream I had. Events are exaggerated and parts completely false, but that doesn't matter with respect to the point.
Sometimes we lose sight of what the dreams we hold onto...people laughing at us and telling us what we cannot do. But when opportunity invites us in even though we might be scared at first and there will be people who laugh at us...answer her because the places she takes you will be like none...
I may not be able to go on adventures, but I can write about it.
Iwas really young when we got seperated and recently I have connected with them on facebook and it feels like a dream. I'd always wanted to talk to thme and one day I want to meet them both in person:)
Poetry | Updated Apr 21, 2014 | Reads: 11 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Poem doodled in the boredom of class