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Things are never what they seem or what u imagine them to be
The essence of the creative process, irrespective of what is being created.
Poetry | Updated Dec 23, 2008 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 2
By Iason Tonyaka
Ever wonder about how things used to be? Why aren't they still?
an alter ego version of earth is being attacked by darkness. while a boy named jsaon battles his alter ego Jadean
Short Story | Updated Dec 17, 2008 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
I found this hidding away... Glad I did its quite a nice poem... indifferent to some stuff I write... The again I know another that is bit odd to... but this is nice. Its about reailty and how everyones perspective is there own.
If there is a god and he created us...why?
This poem was a result of a writer's group task. Write a piece of work starting with the line, 'A child awoke with a thought...'
Poetry | Updated Nov 30, 2008 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Iason Tonyaka
a story written in a time of change for my son Vincent, to help explain his moms choices and her feelings when he gets onld enough to speak.
By Mach 5 Sloth
A young, imaginitive girl gets a box with nothing more than an eye patch in it for her birthday. A story about her adventure through reality and fantasy
By Fan Fan
A poem about a young child's innocence and how that innocence, along with some imagination, can brighten life
This is a stream-of consciousness type poem that I wrote in a state of prolonged philosophy essay writing delirium.
Poetry | Updated Oct 9, 2008 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 0
By Carina Lea
Here is a challenge that will really test your writing ability! Read below to find out what you have to do!
By Stori Varriele
The purpose of light in imagination.
Poetry | Updated Oct 5, 2008 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
A boys imagination takes over.
Written based on a Malaysian's imagination:
Lauretta never find herself, her life, nor her name beautiful. She never learns to appreciate it...till one day, she found it sounds sooo special...
By Julie Ann
MY DESIRE FOR THE ONE I WANT
Poetry | Updated Aug 12, 2008 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1