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They work for "The Morning Sun" in London. Frank Battle is the editor of the newspaper.
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this is the original i posted up before sort of completed. i have an idea for a better ending but just thought i would pop this up as ive been dragging it out for ages!
any comments would be much appreciated!
even if you hate it. which i hope no one does.
Kylee is a troubled, heroin addict. She was abandoned by her father, became a prositute, and became addicted to heroin. She has a kid who is trapped in her chaotic life. The day her father comes back into the picture, was the day Kylee's life changed.
Questions that came up while discussing Light My Candle. I down own RENT, Light My Candle, characters, songs, etc.
By Thomas W Peterson
The life of a drug addict is sad in nature. Drug addicts are not just a waste of society. Inside every drug addict, there is a special person, who just got lost and buried by all the drugs along the way. When you are addicted to drugs, you are in a virtual prison of your own making. In a sense,...
By Jamie Clements
A tale of how one song delivers justice from the grave and offers two people a chance at redemption.
The story is not near finished but I wanted to give you a chance to read it. I have it in the proper form but it changed when I cut and pasted it.
Poetry | Updated Oct 6, 2008 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 3
By Rowan Brooks
The real life story of a boy taken too soon.
Short Story | Updated Jan 11, 2008 | Reads: 10 | Comments: 3 | Likes: 5
This is a short story I have written inspired by the song titled "Count to Six and Die" written and performed by Marilyn Manson. Text in italics are lyrics to the song.
Just something I wrote a few years ago that stunned my mother. This is purely my imagination at its best.
Poetry | Updated Jul 9, 2007 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 2
This is a letter my addiction wrote to me, since I have stoped using and been in recovery.
Poetry | Updated May 28, 2007 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 2
I moved from Dublin to a small market town in the midlands in the uk, I became homeless and had to take a flat offered by the local authority. This is the story of the days spent behind a door listening to the activities of heroin dealers on the communal stairs and how it felt being stranded...
Poetry | Updated Jan 6, 2007 | Reads: 5 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 4