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By Ice Winifr3d
This is actually a book of lyrics that I've written myself. I'm not sure if I'll ever make them into actual music, but it's good to have them around, you know? Anyways, here you go. A possibly-in-the-future album. Hope you guys like. -IceWinifredd.
This story is about a married Indian woman who is going to see big changes in her life....something that can change he life forever.
Short Story | Updated Jan 29, 2015 | Reads: 8 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
A group of suicidal teens in a mental clinic bond together, to fight their depression.
Novel | Updated Jan 23, 2015 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 22
Cancer? Me? Have cancer? I couldn't. I shouldn't. I CANT have cancer. My hands started to shake and I quickly slid then in my hoodie pockets. looking up to the Doctor I saw him give me a quiet smile. A smile of pity. I hated it. Standing up, I grabbed my things and made way for the door. Either...
By Zed Tassian
I have lived in life; The way I think it should be lived. I will continue to live my life this way.
Miscellaneous | Updated Jan 19, 2015 | Reads: 11 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
I hope you'll like it :)
By Hanna Nicol
From the day we are born our lives are planned and structured by a set of pre-determined expectations that society expects us to fulfil. Go to school, graduate, go to university, graduate, get a job, pay the rent, buy a car, get married, have kids, buy a house, pay your mortgage, retire...and...
A poem of love and giving.
Poetry | Updated Jan 11, 2015 | Reads: 24 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 6
Energy is our creator.
"This Thing Called Love" is a random poem depicting my thoughts on love.
By Unorthodox Rebel
The story of a common man on a cold December morning.
Short Story | Updated Jan 2, 2015 | Reads: 13 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 5
Itâ€™s a dead end. Winter and I crouch down in a tiny corner thatâ€™s behind a giant trash bin. Iâ€™m breathing so heavily that I may need to shoot myself so the Mads donâ€™t capture us-and may I add- kill us. My head is spinning, and it somewhat feels like Iâ€™m not...
It's a work in progress, based on a strange dream I had. It seemed really interesting, so I decided to share it, and maybe captivate your imagination for a little while
By Georgina V Solly
A middle-aged man makes an effort to lighten the load of illness.
By Sai Ryoko
I'm always me. I remember as a kid when I wasn't me, just half of me. I never liked that so I made this poem. I'm me, never you.