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â€œListen, I donâ€™t need your shit. Iâ€™ve got plenty of my own, so skedaddle!â€ she almost yelled at him, glaring so intensely that it seemed she would probably be popping something soon. He didnâ€™t bother to even reply, maybe even listen, and continued pulling...
By Aurora Somnis
A world where dreams are power...
By A Girl Called Red
I imagined this on the bus on the way home...
Short Story | Updated Nov 18, 2011 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Judah Quintana
Cigarette smoke and soul thickened notes; joyous praise, of the long time coming, pissing away of the bubble gum crazeâ€”the band played like those days.
By Isa Lisboa
A man and a woman meet after a few years. They remember the past...
Short Story | Updated Oct 15, 2011 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Immortal Rosencroix
A brief encounter with an entity of darkness.
Short Story | Updated Sep 4, 2011 | Reads: 7 | Comments: 3 | Likes: 3
By Ocean Eyes
A little love poem for a special someone who doesn't feel the same.
Poetry | Updated Sep 4, 2011 | Reads: 43 | Comments: 5 | Likes: 12
When someone wishes for something they want to have..
By Patricia Mcgurk Martin
My little poor girl is my favorite girl, along with the Sephardic Jewish Dancer, the father says. She is the one I will always love as she is the most beautiful girl in the world. She is not really poor, as I love her more than anyone in the world, even her mother. This makes her rich, a rich...
By Kunjiro Alistar
The Fourth of Eight prophetic writings
is a normal girl, with an normal life. one day however, her entire life gets turned inside out and dipped in a whole new meening of crazy. after her parents were found dead with no clue as to why or what happened, she starts to notice that she is being followed. one night, she finds out she has...
Short Story | Updated Feb 23, 2011 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
A poem about a stranger I wish I knew
Life. Love. Heartache. Despair. Everyday pain. This is what this poem is about. Thanks for reading!
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