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And then I was born.
Novel | Updated Jun 19, 2014 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
One of the few stories Iâ€™ll bring over from my own private blog. Iâ€™m sure it fits more than just one life.
I donâ€™t think much needs to be said for this.
The only context missing is the girl I love is my best friend.
Whatâ€™s Death? Weâ€™ll never know. But as my chest pains increase and more careless drivers almost hit my bike, I continue to wonder.
But I know now, that death brings anything but happiness. We must appreciate everyone and everything around us. Find our place, and dwell comfortably...
By Ashlyn Fay
I wrote this after I thought I had lost my best friend to a fight. It's the worst feeling in the world.
When the sweet and innocent Amelia Carter interviews for a possition to work at Blackwood & Asociates. She meets Elijah Blackwood her attraction and mysterious connection to him not only Jeopardizes her career, but sends her on a journey in which her past and her present collide.
Welcome to 282 Westinbrook Ave SE Atlanta, GA.
A pretty nice townhouse.
Where back-talk,smooth-talking, and tons of profanity is the norm.
Meet Jamie Fuller: A hardworking alpha female, fashion assistant, who just happens to be a hardass. And has a past that just might come back to haunt...
Novel | Updated Jun 17, 2014 | Reads: 51 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 4
An instalment to the Fenrir Chronicles, with narrations by robots CopyCat and D.J. .
See more in what is uploaded as the first chapter.
Something I wrote half drunk on an airplane.
Short Story | Updated Jun 16, 2014 | Reads: 25 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 2
By Kephen Sting
Many men and woman on Crev can all tell you place is corrupted. BACKBONE is a conspiracy, Earth controls Centruhl, Crendall is hell- literally- and Meeds has no form of life besides the most beautiful plains and grasslands you've ever seen. But Crev sparked interest in Earth. Maybe because of...
By Ujjwal Basumatary
A poem about two friends who grew old. The two are seperated. One of them narrates about their friendship.
Poetry | Updated Jun 14, 2014 | Reads: 15 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
some facts i thought i'd write about love and relationships.
if you think that there is anything i can add feel free to comment
I never want to feel this hurt ever again
You were my best friend you were my lover
just letting more things off of my mind
If I could see you again, these are the words that I would say.
Prologue for an new book I am writing. A girl witnesses the death of a friend and vows not to let anyone ever forget her. It is going to seem confusing or weird at first, but I am working on my 1st chapter so it will all come together when I publish it. I purposely didn't use any names in the...