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By Christopher Stewart
Growing up is hard work. As we architect our lives, responding to the requirements of our path is demanding enough as it is without having to address additional annoyances that get in the way of our personal development. Still, what if all those irritations were actually the results of our own...
By Khawaja Ali Zubair
All the wrong subtractions relates to the life of a young man, Nadir Husseni, who narrates the crests and troughs of his life and the losses he incurs over the course of a few years. The mistakes he makes and the sadist he inadvertently encounters, aggregate to change the scope of his entire...
â€œIt stinks bad,â€ â€œYou eat this ugly fruit? â€œDerrick jumped back from the large fruit cut opened with a machete.
â€œIt smells good for me and tasty too,â€ Juggernaut pulled a slippery, glossy yellow flesh covering a large seed and placed in his mouth...
By Poetic Ink
You choose which poison fits this poem. They all do.
By Gaelin Kyle
My entry for Infallible Folly's Prompt
Miscellaneous | Updated Jun 12, 2010 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
A brief snapshot of youthful ignorance and anti social behavior.
while the events are real, knowing what i know now and whats more being the person i am now if i had the chance i would never have behaved so.
Short Story | Updated Mar 12, 2010 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Soup is the tale of six young people living in opulent Venice where anything can happen.
Novel | Updated Aug 30, 2009 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 3
By I Am Just A Dude
Poetry | Updated Aug 2, 2009 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Perhaps one of the most pervasive inventions of human society has been television. Ever since its creation almost eighty years ago, it has become a major part in and of our lives; allowing us to see many historical events such as the moon landing, the Civil Rights Movement, the fall of the...
HANK AND HIS THOUGHTS ON HUMANITY.
Poetry | Updated Dec 30, 2008 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 2
I wrote this poem a year or so ago. My father was dying at the time, and I was looking for any escape. Relationships that brought me pain were an escape, and pain that wasn't related to my father was welcome.
Poetry | Updated Dec 9, 2007 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 4