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I must say I always relate to my writing, even if it's a little bit. Yet, this poem, I can't relate at all. I think it's pretty clear, but go ahead and give me your interpretation! Enjoy :)
We are who we believe we are.
Poetry | Updated Oct 4, 2013 | Reads: 16 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
The meaning of faith not taught or believed by this world of believers.
A small collection of words about what writers think and a small experience of my own.
this is not a story about a ghost
By Jc Bell
The goddess Alana has failed. Now, the Elder Gods have banished her to the dying worlds, where she must suffer and wait . . . and grow strong, for one day she will stand against the Plague once more. This time, on the soil of the Seventh World.
Meanwhile, Anon begins his journey to the dying...
By Jc Bell
They conquered the universe and proclaimed themselves gods. The endless span of worlds was theirs to command. At the height of their power they realized they had but one foe left - death. They saw it as a limit to their power, a gap they could not cross. They named it the Void and in their...
If you are bi,lesbian,gay you might enjoy this story.
Script | Updated Oct 3, 2013 | Reads: 200 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 2
NOTE- This is sort of a prolouge than a summary...so yeah :/
Linne stopped, sniffed and watched. The smells of diffrent animals become farmiliar when you live in the forest for 10 years. Linne watched the 8-year-old girl at her park. She was crying, but why? Purple ribbons flew into her face...
By Love Mon Princess
This writing is dedicated to the closest person of my heart.
Script | Updated Oct 2, 2013 | Reads: 30 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
Murder. Death. Confessions.
Many of us all have our own experiences with the clouds, that is when we take time to look up :)
In the last episode of Xena, Xena purposely died to save one thousands souls. This is how I thing Xena should have died if she had to have died. I wrote this for school 125 or more words a day, so the chapters are short.
The thoughts of an old women who has gotten alzheimers. She sits alone in her room looking at an old photo album.
Writing poems about the almighty is never easy.
Poetry | Updated Sep 28, 2013 | Reads: 15 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 2