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The town of Crown is down and brown, and even a clown, in despair, can drown.
Detailed account of a singer dinger
A sublime and in prime future mime details what some would call a crime.
friendship is good thing
and in our life god given three gift
first one is mother
second one is father and
third one is friendship
So I had met this guy and I really liked him from the moment I saw him, but then we became friends, and even best friends. But I couldn't take him off my mind, so one day I wrote this poem for him, and we decided we better keep it as a friendship for now.
Kishan and his brother find a peculiar hand out in their backyard.
Book | Updated Oct 28, 2013 | Reads: 6 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Simple poem written through a broken heart. Compiles many different aspects of feelings that one might get while being with the one that truly calls their heart.
These words came to me while I was in the hospital. I spent 18 days. I had part of my liver removed due to cancer. I ended up going downhill after the surgery. It was a very difficult time.
I recall saying many prayers. This one, is the one that stayed with me.
This is just a short story that I had to write in my english class today and my friends all said that I should post it. It is kind of sad but it's not about me. The brief we were given when we were writing our stories was that it had to have something to do with being an outsider or feeling like one
Short Story | Updated Aug 30, 2013 | Reads: 70 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
About the line between reality and fantasy.
What comforts a man?
By Tucker Haase
This is the first script to the first issue of the comic I' writing "Dead Man's Hand" based on my short story of the same title. This is far from perfect but it is a start. The numbers represent what is happening inside a panel. Every # is a different panel.
"Hold my hand," he whispered.
I turned to look at him. He nodded. I shakily entwined my hand with his as we slowly continued walking forward. I couldn't help myself from laughing.
He turned to me and smiled at me.
I was finally happy. Absolutely nothing seemed to matter at the moment.
Novel | Updated Jul 5, 2013 | Reads: 23 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Something written late last night, past midnight.
So, technically this morning.
3 Chapter Novel About Young Women Who Has To Much To Deal With, And Has Pistanthrophobia(Fear Of Trusting Someone ).