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its jus a dreamâ€¦ and I am having something in my mindâ€¦here some words used are replacementsâ€¦and this fun guy want to solve some mystery of life which he had experiencedâ€¦and yet not solvedâ€¦so..
Poetry | Updated Mar 1, 2012 | Reads: 19 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 4
A/N: Here's a sneak peek for a novel I'm planning to write. This isn't even the entire prologue, but I hope you'll still enjoy it! Also, I don't actually have a plot for this novel yet, and maybe I never will. This might turn into nothing at all, but I hope it will, of course!
By Si Cotic
A short story that I wrote for a friend.......but I also used it as a descriptive/narritavie essay we had to write for English.......hope you enjoy.
Short Story | Updated Feb 7, 2012 | Reads: 13 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 9
This is a Poem written few years back. A simple poem to enlighten you and to ensure you have a posite week.
A personal interpretation of the very well known poetry.
The 3rd part of the First to Murders of a President
By Jean Gillies
Daily Prayers and Inspirational Thoughts
Sudden inspiration from starring out a window a late summer night... Hope you can imagine the scene I try to describe here. Please tell me your views. All feedback is highly appriacted!
It's another piece in my
Miscellaneous | Updated Aug 4, 2011 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 5 | Likes: 7
A short, descriptive piece of writing about the park, during autumn, in the early evening.
Sunlight in the morning, with your embrace.
Moonlight in the evening with our kiss.
Starlight in our minds throughout the night ,as
we lie down and rest, to enhance our dreams
until the morning light.
"If I Had Three Wishes"
Just as the title says...
Poetry | Updated Mar 25, 2011 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
Do you ever remember things others don't remember?
An autumn evening brings two seemingly stranges together for a humble Thanksgiving meal consisting of oatmeal, coffee, yams, and cigarettes. All the while, each begins to disclose more about themselves until a startling truth is revealed, bringing clarity to the past.
By Malcolm Delbar
This is a recollection of a night I had one summer evening. Names have been changed. It can also be a Romance/Memoir genre of writing.
I love you Michael. :)