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We are often blinded with how elderly may be treated, either by family or a community. We always forget about something, big or small, that makes us truly happy. One woman's will for that one last touch of happiness makes her go through undesirable pain.
By Kate Lyn
A girls experience craving, again, the deep tender embrace of the thin gray sheets in her bed.
Short Story | Updated Apr 1, 2015 | Reads: 16 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
fresh and sweet smells from bakerys
Poetry | Updated Mar 7, 2015 | Reads: 5 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Raven Fury
Winter is more than just snow, ice and cold weather. It's when the world gets itself ready to make everything beautiful again.
Poetry | Updated Jan 29, 2015 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
A review of the most devious way a patient would try to pass a urine drug screen and how to prevent it.
Cruise has lost his memory. Everything and everyone he has ever known are strange to him â€“ all he knows are the people who own him and they are who control him. He is no longer fully human now.
Katrina and gang have to fight against not only the Blood-Suckers, but now they have a new...
Tobias and Colby come from extremely different ways of life. Colby has always had an easy life with her lawyer parents, but Tobias has had it rougher, bouncing from foster home to foster home until he met Audra and Nathan and was adopted by them. Follow them through their first year of college...
By Apoorva Raghunandan
Poetry | Updated Feb 10, 2014 | Reads: 8 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 3
By Macaroni Mario
I've always gotten hurt in love because I never gave the fruit time to ripen...I always picked it and bit into it while it was very sour! Then, I throw it away! I want love to be with a friend, a best friend. A ripened fruit!
matured on the vine. I'm not talking age: I'm talking soul!
Poetry | Updated Feb 8, 2014 | Reads: 22 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
FRESH MORNING MIST
Poetry | Updated Feb 4, 2014 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Marie Jones
This is about mourning the loss of a loved one... Let me know what you think.
Poetry | Updated Jan 8, 2014 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Lindsay Hart is a tall, thin, and very blonde hairdresser from suburbia. Her life is going nowhere until she meets Shawn Martin, a very tall, muscular, handsome man with a passion for music, and cars.
Lindsay takes an instant disliking to Shawn and the stupid and arrogant ways he learnt during...
Novel | Updated Jan 7, 2014 | Reads: 12 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 3
(She sat in the front. â€œPerhaps so that no kid would look behind and fall into oblivion.â€) Rebecca will haunt you every time you blink, but you will always craw back for more.
What am I to do? I can't let anyone know not even you!