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By College Ruled
This is a prose poem I wrote a few years back about how people react to other people getting angry. How they care only for what's new
Poetry | Updated Jul 27, 2012 | Reads: 6 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Nagarathna Andanappa
Stress and Frustration go hand in hand. I mean to say; when you are stressed you get frustrated. Yes Frustrated..
Doubting and accusing a lover of what they have not done really stings!
After years of bottled up feelings for her father, and their first reunion in almost five years Lacey Sully faces the confrontation she's been waiting for. Finally seeking answers...well almost.
By Bill Rayburn
Golf....like ex-wives...makes you wonder, WHY??
Poetry | Updated Jul 5, 2012 | Reads: 25 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
By Tom H Hart
A creator recounts a novice attempt to create a happy realm. The attempt was something of a failure. The story highlights the frustration caused by the little stickman's inability to accept the fact and forgive his creator.
Alternatively, this is a story about the slow death of my ego.
By Shashank Sahay
The story tells about how two best friends turn up to fall for one another and their journey of reciprocating their feelings to each other. The story tells about the problems, anxiety that a modern day teenager suffers accompanied by his love story. The feeling of losing his best friend if she...
about jealousy, the feeling that whatever you do someone else does it better, but is it better to change and pander to that, or dive headlong with your own individuality.
Poetry | Updated May 24, 2012 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
I can't deal with their problems
Short Story | Updated May 12, 2012 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
When breathing is so hard to do.
Poetry | Updated Apr 30, 2012 | Reads: 4 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 0
Every night I dream this and every night it is only a dream! xxx
Waking up one morning this vision did appear. This marked the first poem I have written in almost 15 years.
By C Hinsley
The anger you feel when someone dies, always bottled up until one day you explode.
Poetry | Updated Apr 2, 2012 | Reads: 9 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 3
By Kean Flynn
A kid struggles with the shadows that haunt him in his life. With only one body for two spirits, it's a battle for control.
This was my first real attempt at developing a character through their words and actions. It was also one of the first journals I wrote for my English class (second...