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By Tim Vallie
A true story written from my perspective the day my grand-father passed away.
By Will Veazey
Light will always separate the dark as dawn always follows the night, just as the true king promised.
You never forget the ones you lose.
Poetry | Updated Dec 14, 2013 | Reads: 26 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 2
Dedicated to Agnes Johnson (1948-2013) who passed away March 6, 2013.
The Jibbacar teams, Deagle Team and Nebula Team are sent to a Kremong Base to take of the jammer device that is jamming the Jibbacar's technology.
Eighteen year old Emily is stuck living a horrible, boring life. She is dating an abusive boyfriend and living with her drunk uncle after a car crash that ended her parents' lives.
Her life in the shadows begins to change when she is forced to interact with Nate, the lonely, mysterious boy...
Sometimes we pass through life without a glance. Those around us fade to memories quicker then a blink of an eye. What happens, though, when they are gone? What happens to the mothers, the lovers, the teachers, the best friends? Even a stranger can be touched in one trivial moment to change a...
A young girl's confession about her gruesome crime.
A chance encounter with a letter from the past leads Hannah to confront her emotions and strike up an unexpected friendship.
By Elias Brooklyn
This is all about a gay story that I experienced.
From all of the world's disasters and catastrophes, the explosion of the Chernobyl Nuclear Power Plant is the saddest and most disturbing one for me. I felt like I have to write about it, just like a way to show my respect and grief for the men who had lost their lives because of the explosion....
The feeling of losing someone you love deeply.
Poetry | Updated Nov 19, 2013 | Reads: 12 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 3
Bao is a Chinese farmer, alone since the death of his wife. His small farm is being expropriated by the government..
It's easy to assume that a strangers life is perfect, but people can be compared to a vase, they can be broken, and fixed but the cracks are always there.
This is another poem written from personal experience, and emotions. It's about death, and saying goodbye.