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I couldn't sleep last night and since I had just read A Christmas Carol I decided to do a tribute to Dickens and his book.
This is a hate poem. Robert Browning I so get where you're coming from with The Laboratory. This is along the same lines.
I got the idea from one of Blackdragon's tags on one of her fanfics. My repressed mind came up with this since I was feeling angry about something.
It is what you make of it, vague yet meaningful.
Short Story | Updated May 1, 2013 | Reads: 7 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 2
By Cory Cortez
A chronicling of the life of a young and artistic child, from her hopeful birth to her awful death. Some Mature Content.
Criticism/feedback is greatly appreciated! And as always, I just hope you all enjoy reading the story :D
This is quite dark and raw. It was one of those poems that just comes while I remain in a haze. This is it's unedited finish. Make of it what you'd like!
By Jennifer Brighton
...her memoir. (an extremely short memoir)
This is a poem about how I feel toward those that plagiarize my hard work.
By Branthaman Z
Poetry | Updated Feb 24, 2013 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Robo's been working hard for a promotion but will Richard stab him in the back.
I have been having a lot of lag trouble here lately and nowhere else. I am not leaving, just saying!
Poetry | Updated Feb 13, 2013 | Reads: 27 | Comments: 4 | Likes: 12
By Gabriel Boutros
A somber story of three men wandering the night-time streets of Montreal. Their lives feel meaningless; they fear the relentless passage of time; and they're seeking the ultimate thrill. Not for all tastes.
Something I wrote when I didn't know what else to write...
By Rache Blue
For many creative writing is a wonderful release, yet there are negative side effects. If you are lucky or unlucky enough to have this calling, then perhaps you may sympathize.
Well, this is basically what my life is about... I am never trusted, and it seems like this past few weeks, the tiny trust they had in me, has vanished... I don't understand why. I am just tired, frustrated...I try doing everything right, and yet, I'm being backstabbed. Thanks so much Dad.
Poetry | Updated Jan 7, 2013 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 3 | Likes: 4