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Random First Lines:I was thinking a lot about the book "1984" by George Orwell, and how really a lot of people in life try and stay away from the truth. They avoid... » Read
Everything we see doesn't give us the clear picture of what is really going on.
To all my friends, future, present and past,, I dearly hope that this message lasts
A poem about that demon called depression.
Poetry | Updated Apr 14, 2014 | Reads: 16 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
I hate myself...but then I met you.
By Jasmine Brown
The peace that the sky gives me is what I share to you in this poem.... I hope you will enjoy reading it...Thanks
Just thinking, then started to free write my thoughts. This want I came up with.
Poetry | Updated Apr 12, 2014 | Reads: 8 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
My name is Amara and I keep a journal. Inside my journal lays all my deepest darkest secrets including the things I've said and the things I've done. I've gotten away with a lot of illegal activity but sometimes I forget what I've done. So, for this reason I keep a journal. It goes with me,...
A young couple go through the trials and tribulations of planning their wedding. Enjoy
By Stephen Thom
A man is followed by two strange men - initially near his home and town, then across oceans of time and through repeated memories and scenarios, in an attempt to reconfigure their communal fates.
We often forget the simple things that make us happy. If I kept a diary, this would most likely be a page out of it.
Short Story | Updated Apr 4, 2014 | Reads: 54 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 0
This is a short story about a young woman who builds something beautiful out of her unfortunate circumstances. I randomly decided to write on a darker topic for a change. Please leave comments!
By Sierra Cook
I wrote this for my Husband! :) Hope you enjoy and tell me what you like and share! :) Thanks for reading!
Ps. The name is Everlasting Love but It wouldn't let me use it! :(
Poetry | Updated Apr 2, 2014 | Reads: 18 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
By Altamash Rafiq
I miss the small amount of time I spent in a rustic locale.
Soft, clear water. Drips down my arm.
Poetry | Updated Mar 31, 2014 | Reads: 8 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
Breaking up is hard to do, but breaking up with the first guy you ever loved is even harder.
Eighteen year old Nicole Crossin is a sarcastic queen bee, the kind of girl that can make you laugh at anything while keeping her A's straight and her outfits straight off the runway. Her boyfriend --...