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By Ayla Daniels
Why happiness doesn't exsist.
A poem about a fear of the dark.
Poetry | Updated Aug 19, 2012 | Reads: 5 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
A contest entree!fake events!
I'm not usually one for fanfiction. But I've become quite a potterhead lately and decided to put my inspiration to good use.I don't know if this will turn into anything beyond this, but I thought I'd share what I have.
Inspired by "The Legend of Zelda," â€œFable,â€ and â€œThe Elder Scrolls,â€ this epic about a young man, the last of the Dragon Fighters, must discover his destiny and save his kingdom from total annihilation by a force of darkness.
By Patricia Etienne
this piece depicts a mixture of women's suffrage from the Point origin of Adam and Eve, and the constant men vs women bashing, sin...
Poetry | Updated Jun 2, 2012 | Reads: 12 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Wyatt can't remember anything. Her own name was given to her by strangers, and now she's fighting for her life in a world she didn't ask to be brought back into. A world full of monsters: The hollowheads...
Every one has inner conflicts that are sometimes not evident with a simple glance. Sometimes one must read in order to gain knowledge. Sometimes one must question what is made solid in our eyes. It is okay to feel lonesome and be different. This is me.
A story of two black cobras that save Champa tree from unsrupulous people trying to cut down the tree for lumber to make furniture.
Poem that accompanies a book i'm writing
By Lywren Bellisario
In chapter 1 of The Theory of Letting Go, I introduce to you the main character and protangonist of the story, Annabelle Todd. A little bit of insight is added but not much, so be sure to continue on to chapter 2! The real fun begins there.
By Kaylas Life Story
This is a poem about someone who was traumatised by seeing the murder of a young woman named miss grace.
This isn't true
I wrote this 3 weeks after my brother Aaron died. It meant alot to me, but unfortunately the Pastor did not respond in the way that I had hoped. I wrote this in March 2009, and I must admit I have back-slidden terribly and even ashamed to admit that I believe in Christ. I have become an...
By Lydia Moon
Living peaceful dreams