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By Athena Minerva
...ode to my brothers and sisters...thank you...
Chapter I. This chapter introduces the main character and tells you a bit about his life
the first creak in the glass......... a true story any comments are welcome i am new at this so thanks guys
this is for my best friend ! you laugh i laugh , you cry i cry, you sing i'll clap you jump................i'll always catch you when you fall
A brief action based combat story of a gladitorial contest. Possibly to be part of a longer novel.
Short Story | Updated Aug 23, 2009 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Z White
The continuing tale of BÃ¡n GaÃ³thâ€™s descent into the castle
Novel | Updated Aug 23, 2009 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 3
When Rito and his brother Hiro atemps to run away, they end up being chased by a stanger. Somehow they're entered into a magical academy where their dead mother used to go to...
I would like to clearly state that this is my Grandmother's Poem, hince the name 'Granny's Messed Up Poetry'. This is one of my fav's. My Grandmother diddn't make it up though, her mother told her, and someone must have told her. If you have heard this poem before maybe you'll understand it.
Poetry | Updated Aug 18, 2009 | Reads: 4 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 4
By Z White
A fast paced tale of a cellist, a man in black, and a carriage!
Short Story | Updated Aug 17, 2009 | Reads: 6 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 2
Two Lovers Fight. The Girl Still Remembers In The Morning. She Repents.
Poetry | Updated Aug 10, 2009 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
An acrostic poem having a lot to do with my novel Under. Can you spell it out?
This story is my baby! if you're a writer, you know what that means :D Hope you like it!
This poem describes the effects of war. War is not good and it is our responsibility to fight against it in our homes and countries. Let create a safe world for ourselves and our children.
What I think about how God works.
This is written from the viewpoint of a creature in one of my reoccuring dreams. In this dream, I can see and feel all the torment of this creature...this poem erupted after the third night--just trying to get relief.