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By Paul Dabrowski
Sometimes just walking is the right the thing to do
A man walks home alone from a night with his friends, his mind begins to wonder and consider his life.
By The Ethiopian
This is a short story I wrote for Jakedragonblood's contest. It follows a cleaner agent as she struggles between staying true to her oath of fidelity and protect her loved one.
Short Story | Updated Jun 29, 2014 | Reads: 130 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 4
"I miss you, dad; don't you miss me?
I miss you a lot. I miss my family."
**Was editing Piece by Piece and the thought came to me, so here it is. I'm not sure if I'll continue with it, but here's part of it, anyway.
Bailey Anderson is a city girl at heart, born and raised in downtown Manhattan. As the only daughter of the owner of the biggest family-owned oil company in the world, Bailey loves living her life in the fast lane, attending the best schools, partying in the hottest clubs, and dining in the...
A short poem from a silly girls persective
Wine is my best friend.
Miscellaneous | Updated Apr 30, 2014 | Reads: 33 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 0
Once upon a time, There lived a magical kingdom on a different planet called ModrÃ½ MÄ›sÃc. The kingdom flourished for thousands of years. But under one Malkia, things were happening. She fled to earth in search of love. But then she had to go back. Leaving her daughter and the one...
Read it at your wedding
â€œThis is the story of why you left.
But it is also the story of how I found myself.â€
Carter Scott leaves town on a sunny Sunday morning, abandoning Jane, his girlfriend of almost two years. Jane is left to deal with the aftermath of Carterâ€™s absence and piece together the...
By Raphel Raphael
Ever seen the rest of your night through the bottom of a beer bottle?
By Culford Smith
A short story of Business, Revenge, and Gunfights, also Drunkedness!!!
Shey shouldn't drink on weekdays anymore.
Short Story | Updated Mar 6, 2014 | Reads: 45 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 1
Tristan stepped forward placing his hand on my cheek. He used his thumb to brush a tear from my eye that I didnâ€™t even know was there.
â€œYouâ€™re too beautiful to cry Bell. Please donâ€™t.â€
I gasped, my lips slightly apart.
The roles were switched. Here I was...
Follow Cassidy Ryder, as she takes you through her personal experiences and struggles as a young woman in high school. Currently a Sophomore at Tenville High, from what others can tell, she's got it all: the friends, the family, the life. But, naturally, how others view her, isn't the truth....