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By Another Nameless Writer
Have you ever wondered what crossed the mind of one of the silent heroes of so many games? This is an RPG Hero's journal.
This chapter could be described as the prologue.
By Sara Battaglia
I wrote this poem in class one day, contemplating society as I usually find myself doing. Sometimes we all question the way things are. Finding who we are and what direction to take in life is no easy task, but it's worth it.
This is listed as true-confessions,because well,it happened.
More Than A Video Game? More Than Just A Simple Visit?
What Does My Name Means? What Has Happened To Me?
Â© Copyright of lizzie1124 This poem is about how I will never get over that one person. That one person that I still love and think about each and everyday. I try everything to get over my ex but somehow it never happens because I love him so much and miss him everyday since he isn't mine....
These are some of the dumbest things that people do on a daily basis. I personally enjoy a good laugh about everyday life, which is not to say that I am immune from blatant acts of stupidity.
Article | Updated Mar 13, 2014 | Reads: 29 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
This is about how i belive life will never be easy. No mattter what u have to wake everday a fight. Dont get soft. You have to be harder then life.
By Shannon Harbison
How It feels to miss someone. Not even in a romantic manner. Just missing a person who has impacted your life so much and has taught you so much and hoping to find that through either a friend or lover again.
A man is offered a promotion if... he can get his boss a cup of coffee.
Bottling feeling can often stress people out. Sometimes everyone needs an hour of releasing the pressure.
I usually make lists, a lot of lists and they can be on anything. This poem was inspired by â€˜my regular and everyday worriesâ€™ list. Everyday I worry about my dad dying. Everyday. He used to be my best friend so I canâ€™tâ€¦..Iâ€™m used to having him waking me up at...
Poetry | Updated Jun 19, 2013 | Reads: 4 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Paris Rodriguez
I just find it interesting that everyone has there own lives. They have their own problems, they're own feelings, they're own significant other, or friends, or no friends. But everyone is all around you, doing they're own thing. They have things waiting for them at home, their own people who...
Not your typical life story. My personal struggles to hold on to whats left of my reality. Day by day passages of my life and the lesson I learn as I wait for the things my heart longs for. The only thing that's making me function, is a faith no one on this earth could provide me...
Gob's action packed adventure story.