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This is a fictional poem.
Poetry | Updated Apr 26, 2015 | Reads: 9 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
taken from my book, "Into The Direction Of Where"
I love redheads, and this poem is for all of you!
Poetry | Updated Apr 13, 2015 | Reads: 11 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
I would walk through hell or whatever it takes to be with you again. I love you
This is the story of a young boy named David Brown. He is different from the rest of the students at his school. He has red hair and freckles, and this makes him a target for bullying. Soon it gets worse, as the bullies soon have control over him, literally! Will David survive this school year,...
Novel | Updated Mar 6, 2015 | Reads: 27 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Xox Imagination Xox
So this was my actual dream last night. I emailed someone to help me interpret it. I don't really want to give it away, but in my dream I met someone who is there to protect me, give me some wise words of advice, and to somewhat send me on missions to help people. The person I met is always...
100 Roses is a discreet term in the online adult escorting world for 100 dollars. This is all the collected memories of my life as an escort, stripper, student and young woman.
tis is the story of a girl who found a time machine, but she will come to find out that this one has a mind of its own...
By Kimberly Adams
Tatiana is doomed. She is to report to the studio tomorrow to begin filming her TV show but there is just a small problem. She has been cutting and pulling out her eyebrows. What is going on with her? And how does God fit into her problems?
It was evening. I knew I would see her again, and felt that I havenâ€™t already enough air to breath. Just thinking about her made me feel tense. Before the entrance I saw somebody walking before me. Itâ€™s her!
All I have ever wanted is someone to trust
For a school assignment, we were instructed to write a personal essay on the prompt "what it feels like to be me". I kind of liked mine. Toward the end, I got bored and kinda lazy though.
i always come running when you start crying my name
This poem is About my own experience and the sacrifice's
that I give on a daily basis, that my children have
their father in their life,
And we stay as one united couple to give the
the love of both parents.
As women this my life and every body life circumstances.
As my sacrifice is for two...
when you are gone you somehow make me feel so small