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Random First Lines: Nationally famous comic book artist and writer Diane Nine has been a paraplegic since the age of five. Now twenty-nine, the only... » Read
My story, expected to be in around 5 parts.
This day honor your contribution ahead. Let us celebrate one message like never before. :)
Poetry | Updated Dec 16, 2014 | Reads: 9 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Millie Avissa Rehman
In school we were asked for a GCSE controlled assessment to do a short story based on a poem we had chosen from a list the teacher gave us. I chose the poem 'Hour' by Carol Anne Duffy because I thought it was beautiful and very deep, I also love any writing about romance. I had to re write this...
By Samantha Wellings
What really happens during Witching Hour -- from 1 a.m. to 3 a.m. Find out with little Jane Doe in her misadventure down the hall to the ancient grandfather clock in her parents home.
The second part of a story I actually finished, but the first part was lost in a fatal computer crash.
Alas I don't feel it will be whole again, but here is the final hour of a man who ventured into the unknown, and was swallowed by it.
Short Story | Updated Sep 18, 2013 | Reads: 20 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Juli Monat
Visions of love and desire.
Sunshine beaming in from a window
Proud Lion Like shine
blends my thinking with the wine Im
drinking from none other than a Vine
one Paw deep in the Terra
soil moister than most
fertile crescent valley
alley of perception
for the prowl.
Lunatic Hour approaches
I feel so lucky right now. For one of the few, rare times, my school has a 2 Hour Delay!!!! *virtual celebration commencing* So in honour of that, here's a happy little poem. :)
By Angel Plant
To me you have sent a red rose. It is your heart.
By Peter Hunter
... hour after hour...
Poetry | Updated Sep 24, 2012 | Reads: 4 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
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.
By Hoping For A Sunflower
The inspiration is a bit morbid, the train I was on hit someone the other day.
That's scared and in scar, not scared as in scare, like afraid.