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Random First Lines:A series of memoirs regarding my short but bitter-sweet thirteen years on Earth. May have sexual and religious references, along with a lot of... » Read
Rylee ReneeLynn McAller was the girl you loved to hate. Flawless skin, long, thick dark brown, almost black hair, anperfect body and personality. She had straight A's and a job. She was 17, yet partyed like she was 21. What could you excpect from a gurl whoes mother couldnt care weather she was...
By Laura Franklin
Something that has been on my mind recently.
Poetry | Updated Aug 12, 2011 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
dont pin no summary onto the truth.
Rubbing the sleep from his eyes he walked over to the televisions he had placed on his desk, all of which were hooked up to the CCTv cameras he had positioned in each of the rooms of his house. He surveyed the rooms on the screens and deciding that they were all empty, he unbolted his door.
By Florence 347
Camille,Samantha and Catherine have been friends forever. But now two new boys moved in town and catherine wants to know more about them... will catherine's,camille's and samantha's friendship become stronger or will they take different paths...
will she trust...
By Luna Story
After losing her mom Shania (Shy) Sparke is sent to live with her rich father and his fiancÃ© Pepper. Thinking life would be pretty easy Shy comes full of confidence and ready to forget the pass and move on because thatâ€™s what her mother wanted. That all changes when she meets Addie,...
A poem about Tag; one of the main characters from my novel Hooked Into Machine. A Ballade in iambic hexameter.
Thankfully; Written Before Stephaine Meyer Had A 'Bright Idea'
Several individuals, whose paths cross seemingly by chance in a world where invention is the culturally normalised goal, and invention of an item which is taken into daily use wins a person immortality- both figurative and litteral- seek identity, freedom, vindication, or simply adventure, as...
Just something i managed to pull together (:
BY: Gabriella Norris
This is a poem I wrote about somebody that is hooked on drugs and alcohol, and only knows clubs and things of that sort.
This is not a mockery or a pun of any kind. I'm not trying to be funny or mean writing this. I'm trying to be sympathetic.
Poetry | Updated Jul 22, 2009 | Reads: 7 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
You got your cats; you got your drunks. With my stories, you get the best of both worlds!
By Darth Anarchus
it's not just about the tacklebox, it's about what some
call a sport......
Poetry | Updated Dec 27, 2006 | Reads: 4 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0