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This was an assignment from English class that we had to do a while back (only 4 lines). Enjoy!
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Poetry | Updated Jul 6, 2014 | Reads: 18 | Comments: 7 | Likes: 11
By Mr Watson
Buildings with no heart or soul
Poetry | Updated Mar 28, 2014 | Reads: 16 | Comments: 4 | Likes: 6
Are you happy with life? Do you have the perfect life? This story follows the short ranting's of a man bent on killing the perfection in the world even if that means himself, of course all in the name of the greater good.
This is a short extract of a horror story that I plan to write. It starts by describing a dreary and apparently uninhabited area, which we soon discover to be not so deserted after all...
By Angel Plant
I have a feeling in my soul. Like no other has ever been told. Dont know whether bad or good. Just a deep dark feeling.II
Poetry | Updated Aug 23, 2012 | Reads: 5 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 0
I wrote this shortly after I was told that I have cancer. I hope this will inspire those have this terrible disease to have faith and hope.
Poetry | Updated Oct 29, 2011 | Reads: 4 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
A high school boy finds happiness and love in a small, dreary town. Just when it seems life cannot get any better he discovers that his new love interest may not be telling him everything about herself. As each of her secrets are Unveiled, Destery finds himself in a difficult situation that he...
A man is deep in slumber. He awakes to a startling revelation.
By 777baruch Hashem777
Sad days happen to everyone, but sadder days come, and that makes the sad days happier...sometimes.
On a night where nothing goes right one thing will never be destroyed.......
Poetry | Updated Sep 18, 2009 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 3
:] boredom when your sposed to be writing an english essay is the best kind.
So good infact that the seemingly harsh weather outside, sparks a story.
A story that's really lucky you were next to a computer.
So.. without futher adue.
Another unfinished work by me :]
Novel | Updated Jun 3, 2008 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
We tread upon the emerald grass,
underneath is hallowed ground.
While traveling along through lifes dreary droll,
From light to light, the traffic did crawl.