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By Robert Kasch
I guess winning is everything. -WARNING- If you are easily offended in any way do not read on. Otherwise-read on.
Short Story | Updated Jul 23, 2014 | Reads: 39 | Comments: 4 | Likes: 3
By Robert Kasch
Some artists really get into their work...
Short Story | Updated Apr 6, 2014 | Reads: 30 | Comments: 3 | Likes: 2
This is a short story about the most embarrassing moment of my life. It happened while I was in the Army, stationed at Fort Sam Houston, Texas as a trainee. Of all the embarrassing moments in life, this one tops my chart.
Are you happy with life? Do you have the perfect life? This story follows the short ranting's of a man bent on killing the perfection in the world even if that means himself, of course all in the name of the greater good.
By Health Freak
This articalle is called Italian custody kids tell all
Slide the razor across my skin,
Self destruction, a blissful sin,
I love to feel the sting, again and again.
Alec lives with his mother and sister Bella due to his mothers job they move around alot, he thought it would be like every other time but when he meets a blue eyed boy his life is changed forever.
Alison is a gothic loner, who everyone uses as a punching bag. Alison is use to being alone and rather read also she ignores others. While James is the oppiste he is a popular rich kid who has countless friends and Loves to hang out without people, any girl would kill to be his girl friend. But...
A poem based on an unexpected conversation with someone about our past history.
Poetry | Updated Oct 24, 2011 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
A history of writing back to the beginning. Lots of stuff that is on booksie, mostly a blog full of drafts. Worth it for the history.
Silence is the night until the day is forlorn.
the struggles and pain we encounter in life can rally effect our judgement on the choices we make
The Oroborus is a snake chasing it's tail; never-ending spiral. This poem is named after it; Uroborus.
The regret of writing, of trying ad murdering poetry.