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Random First Lines:I have been trying and trying to recite this monologue I wrote a LONG while ago [Originally Written July 23, 2014] and for the life of me I can't... » Read
By Arturon Gillespie
We each of see the world differently.
Poetry | Updated Jun 12, 2014 | Reads: 7 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 2
LOVE AND HAPPINESS
Poetry | Updated Jun 11, 2014 | Reads: 8 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Arturon Gillespie
"We call ourselves the Human Race this implies that we are in competition with each other and someone expects to win."
My entry for the 2nd round of Booksie's Got Talent :)
Nine-year-old Elizabeth Haywood has been bounced around from home to home throughout most of her life. Each foster parent she's ever been with has gotten tired of her company and sent her back to the orphanage, leaving her with no hopes of...
This is my first short story. In an effort to put down my thoughts for the first time ever, I have written a short story which is more of a true life story. The story is about how a middle class teenage girl combats with the feelings and people she encounters in her life. She faces a big blow...
Short Story | Updated Jun 4, 2014 | Reads: 23 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 0
poem about life n sea water
Poetry | Updated Jun 4, 2014 | Reads: 27 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 2
Freya Addison is just a normal teenage girl. That is until her mother, brother, and her go and live with her mother's boyfriend and his son all the way in Torrance, California. Her life gets turned upside down as she tries to make friends in this entirely new state. She tries to keep up with her...
Music is my life. This is my dedication to music.
Poetry | Updated Jun 1, 2014 | Reads: 15 | Comments: 4 | Likes: 5
A Year after Carolyn Fiancee wakes up from a coma she has good news for him, that will change both of there life's forever.
Just a little romance is needed in life. Boys remember chivalry. Girls ... Just remember to be the girl not the boy.
Short Story | Updated May 31, 2014 | Reads: 53 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
It was about mid afternoon on a sunny August day; the Thorne family was laughing over a joke Peter just told. All of the sudden painted men, Â riding on Â pinto horses came charging through the towering grass towards the wagon. Jettaâ€™s heart skipped a beat. What did these Indians...
When the smoke first filled my lungs, is when the happiness begun.
By Orinda The Natural
When I shared this poem I wrote, with one of my church leaders before, he really liked it, but said to change the one word "Hope" into "Knowing". He's darn right on that. I was really using the word "Hope" to describe people who have a confidence in "Knowing" instead. For myself, I normally use...
I know it has been awhile, but here I am with a new contest. The title is pretty self-explanatory. (: