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At the moment it's more just a piece of prose. I'd like to know if people take to it and whether it's worth going back and working on the structure and form.
By Shannan Browne
Now this was just surreal!!!
In the last episode of Xena, Xena purposely died to save one thousands souls. This is how I thing Xena should have died if she had to have died. I wrote this for school 125 or more words a day, so the chapters are short.
An Indian girl is adopted into the family of a white settler who killed her parents, and they must come to terms with what happened.
By Bunny Machinah
We all want to help the people that are troubled mentally and emotionally. Yet, there is a tremendous disappointment when we realize the bottom line is that it's useless. I've come to appreciate myself when I can gather enough courage to walk away from repetitious disasters of an individual....
This short story is based on the song
By Ted Gerard
It is good to know when dealing with Quantum Multi-versal Mechanics that one can be both singular and infinite. So the sunflower fields is a metaphor for a person's soul. It is this energy of belief that is used to power the God Machine.
Tears are not weakness, they are caring, and devoted signals of strength.
Poetry | Updated Sep 6, 2013 | Reads: 28 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 4
A short story for angelinasanouelson's
Adira feels plain in comparison to her best friend Scarlett and to others she comes off as a nice but shy girl. With her old love back in town and a family with a hidden past how will things play out for this shy girl?
*I'm Trying Something New* Bryton had only ever loved one guy in her entire life and now, five months into her teenage pregnancy she finds out he has weeks if not days to live, with the baby on the way and their (Bryton and Kaylan's) families torn apart will she be able to cope? And will...
I wore this for Sparrow01's song contest. This song is based on the song 'I Dreamed a Dream'
I was sixteen when I met him. He was my first everything, my fist love, my first time, my first real heart break. It was a summer that I never wanted to end. I thought he would be by my side to the end...
This is a short poem I wrote late last night when I couldn't fall asleep. ddEnjoy...
Love can cut more than just flesh.
By Tucker Haase
The story of an archer and guard. Protecting his home and family, but for how long can he stand in the night?