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Once the pills have started working in favor you you will see you are more energetic and passionate as well as equally wild.
Short Story | Updated Jan 25, 2014 | Reads: 10 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Ardilla Parker
Eight college students go onto a cross country trip when disaster hits 3,000 miles from home. Two colleagues are left injured in a hospital, while the other five must work though the guilt, blame, and anger in which they have drawn upon themselves and forced upon each other. Erica, Josh, and...
By Juli Monat
The constant race of the auot-makers.
Miscellaneous | Updated Nov 5, 2013 | Reads: 5 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Sometimes I wish people could understand this about me, but sometimes I wish I could just be put out of use like the ancient computers from way back when...
By Alexander Mademochorites
Based on Thoreau's quote ''Rather than love, than money, than fame, give me truth.'' i wrote three poems that work as one.
Another song I've been working on. I feel really good about this one. Let me know what you think.
The flame has no feeling;
No heart for breaking,
Only the goal of destruction.
In turn, no one feels sympathy for the flame,
To them, all monsters are all the same
They do the same thing; bring pain.
Have you figured it out yet? Itâ€™s you.
Youâ€™re the flame.
You drive me insane.
By Ann Bianca
Author of this story is my Aunt Anna Bianca Holst (1920 - 1971).
She lets a teenage girl tell you about a trip from New York to Miami. In the fifties. The story was among the photos and other papers Aunt Daisy saved. When she died, I took care of these documents.
I publish it so that Anna...
Novel | Updated Jan 4, 2013 | Reads: 14 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
just a buch of poems... not really much ...
By Angel Plant
The great singer and dancer. Sexy, charming, handsome, bedroom eyes. and make your heart melt. My Prince. Smile so sweet. Love me tender. Love me wild.
I was prompted for a contest on another site to write as if it was my journal. Here is what I think about daily; for I do not keep physical journals.My characters are my journal,and they manifest my heart, my weakness...my past...and then some.
By Jon Rg
Logan, Erik, Mark and Steve are travelling in a military convoy when they are attacked by a bunch of outworld aliens. They don't have much time to get to the base and they have an army eager to make a meal out of them.
Average response time for police to a robbery is four minutes. A good getaway driver knows this. No one knows his real name.
Eve awoke to a room full of sunlight. A fresh morning breeze lifted the muslin curtain then dropped it playfully as it rippled through the material. She had slept well and yet she felt as if she could lie there all day. The past few days had been emotionally draining and trying to replace the...