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By Snowy Tobrok
My take on the fast food lifestyle we tell ourselves to avoid yet always manage to be tempted back in. Damn your glowing yellow beacon of death!
a thiller story.gear up,grip ur steering and race but no one care here if u die.............ILUS
Selena was a naÃ¯ve girl, following the man of her dreams and running away from home. What happens when it turns out he's leading her not to a white picket fence but to a world so full of danger she's left reeling.
By Alan Fashion
Some worry about worry. And their worry never ends. Maybe though there is some hope for a worry free future at some time to come soon. This article gives details of resources on the web that you can use again and again as long as you are worried. And provides a fresh insight into using the web...
Tia Stevens is...Different to other girls. She's, to put it bluntly, a thief. And she is alone. So when I crew of Spy genius come to town, she is literally over the moon. Her saviours have come.
poem about a character on a walkie talkie application
Poetry | Updated May 22, 2013 | Reads: 16 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 0
Frog Boy goes on his next comic book themed adventure with a slime monster tearing up the city of Bensworth!!!!
Another page in his Journal: It seems our dear friend Oliver Rivers wishes to simply get away...
My first middle grade fantasy has just been published to Amazon. The Sword of Demelza is a fast paced adventure where endangered animal heroes roam the pages. I am posting the Prologue, and I do hope you enjoy it.
Gob's action packed adventure story.
The point of view is from the main character, a boy, and his adventures/misadventures.
Novel | Updated Feb 18, 2013 | Reads: 4 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
I wrote most of this while watching my class do sports! The rest I wrote on the bus and well fixed a bit at home. In this poem I'm basically making life feel a bit like a game, such as dodge-ball.
Note: Please no harsh comments :)
Pizza doesn't mean the same to everyone. Pizza was once a lovely family tradition for some families. And now every time you smell it, you just want to cry in your mother's lap
Poetry | Updated Jan 10, 2013 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 11 | Likes: 15
By Alena Adams
Thoughts on universal energy, human energy, human biofield, time, our connection to the Universe and God.