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By Will Veazey
Light will always separate the dark as dawn always follows the night, just as the true king promised.
The people in Uttarakhand need your help, not politics over deaths!
By Artchy Bunker
After surviving a natural disaster, Yankee, must search for his daughter, while fighting off smugglers, the natural elements and a population of people turned insane and cannibalistic because of a mercury vein that had split open. Will he survive? Can he keep his sanity?
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A story told by Sam Casey, a boy caught in a flash flood. Along with Alice, they go on a journey filled with determination and heartbreak.
Novel | Updated Mar 14, 2013 | Reads: 26 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 0
I think about you sometime
writing you via cell,
asking how's your night
and missing you as well,
you explain good or bad
even as you play your game,
knowing full well
someone else comes to claim,
I see your picture
online as no longer single,
Dating some country guy
you don't want to...
** so im a little worried, this is my first attempt at lyrics.. so please be nice :)**
My dreams are better, Iâ€™d rather be snoozinâ€™
Oh, but listen to the music!
Hear the guitar, must be an acoustic.
Let every note sink into my soul.
Let every strum fill every hole.
When a flood recedes
Poetry | Updated Nov 30, 2012 | Reads: 18 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 4
During the last days of October, hurricane Sandy combined with several other weather conditions ravaged the east coast, dealing most of the damage to the North-eastern states. Many states were flooded, some even snowed in with as much as 30+ inches of wet snow.
The focus of this article is my...
This work in progress of a book is- like many other stories out there today- about the apocalypse. I will be uploading these chapter by chapter, unless I either got a lot more done, or a little more done. Please, please, PLEASE give critiques!! This is my very first book I have done, so...
One small bottle, Changed the lives of them forever.
The sounds of trees and vines whacked away as the explorers walked through the thick green forest. A deep gorge gushing with deep water and fast flowing currents. Eight explorers including me, Tabitha, are on our way to find the remnants of ancestors in ancient tombs and temples. On this...
My second attempt at a sonnet, inspired by the resent deluges and a walk through flooded fields, the romance is purely fictional, but perhaps a yearning laying beneath my flooded lands.
Poetry | Updated May 3, 2012 | Reads: 5 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 4
By Prof Madhav Sarkunde
Now I am in a good position. Both of us, my wife and me, are employees and earning well enough to live happily. However, we do not feel happy in the sense of that purity of happiness we had had in our old village. Anyway, along with these memories of happiness, I think that I must tell the...
A poem dedicated to the victims of Typhoon Sendong in the Philippines
Friends hurt each other. Friends should make up with each other.