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I looked at his face and I knew that this was it. That this was the day that I would die. I grabbed Noah's hand and whisper,
This is about when you are old and life isnt what it use to be so your empty, unfeeling. How all you can wait for is a death to take you away from this nothing.
A BOY AND GIRL ONE WINTERY DAY AND A HOLLOW TREE IN 1961
Poetry | Updated Dec 1, 2012 | Reads: 13 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
By Ella Lynn
A piece I wrote for school, but slightly changed. She is confronted by a creature, with a twist. Flames, and death echoes
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