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Near the city of Orlando, there's a small town called Celebration. It holds the nostalgic memory of yesterday, the unity of family, and the forgotten power of love. This is what happens when two souls who cross paths, and belong to different worlds, meet and can't help but fall in love.
Born to a impoverished family in South Chicago, Sindile Johnson must learn the hardest lessons of life in this riveting and sometimes heartbreaking Novel that tells the story of his life and the ones around him, as Sindile begins to learn that life is not just black and white, and sometimes it...
By Sky Faller
Breathing harshly as I dash through the tall ,green, lush grass I hear the voices of men chasing me as I get closer and closer to a cliff. 'I don't want to go back to THAT place! I don't want to go through the pain and suffering of being something I am not anymore! I just want to be free! free...
Short Story | Updated Sep 19, 2013 | Reads: 21 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 0
By The Jaded Deathsprite
I crave for my life without you.
Poetry | Updated Sep 12, 2013 | Reads: 15 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 0
By Juli Monat
Just another silly song.
By B Garth Steinhagen
about this poemâ€¦
many times intriguing talented individuals are unnoticed. Around the globe, it made me ponder â€œwhy the struggle to throw the rock and break the window?â€ Perhaps this poem explains that emotion and the cause.
By Anonymous S
This was my concept on life at the time. As i have said in my bio; all of my work is about my emotions through my life so far. Every hardship i went through. Every love.
By Ted Gerard
It is good to know when dealing with Quantum Multi-versal Mechanics that one can be both singular and infinite. So the sunflower fields is a metaphor for a person's soul. It is this energy of belief that is used to power the God Machine.
In rise of the chaos in the Middle East, these words came to me. It does take a minimal amount of political awareness to understand where I am going with this. The beauty behind it is can be looked at in a few different ways but it points to one general thought.
Just releasing my heart song. Freedom to the Dioulasso.
Poetry | Updated Sep 5, 2013 | Reads: 7 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
It's a peek into Evelyn's dreams. A glimpse of an unknown conscience awaken within her. Who is Olivia? What is the connection between her and Evelyn? Is it just imagination or is it something that's been hiding deep within Evelyn's mind that alters her reality?
The belief that elected officials and bureaucrats can legislate our lives out of our control is getting old.
It's been awhile since I did a politically based poem.
I think this applies no matter what country you live.
This poem was written in that short one hour period in school which I call my personal heaven. English class. Our 'discussion' for today got my brain thinking about what I could do if I actually had the courage to speak up.
Poetry | Updated Aug 28, 2013 | Reads: 23 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 9