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Poetry | Updated Apr 25, 2014 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Ace Bates
Gian is said to be the most imaginative kid in their town. He will now face the advantages and the dark challenges within his exotic mind.
This story is a combination of hope, faith, love and the reality which Gian Ime wants to change with his imaginations.
Seeing the storm from the inside.
By Robert Kasch
Why kids long for the 'good old days'
Miscellaneous | Updated Apr 15, 2014 | Reads: 12 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 3
Its a poem hoe Miss Cookie met Mr chocolate
"The past is a gaping hole. You try to run from it, but the more you run, the deeper, more terrible it grows behind you, its edges yawning at your heels. Your only chance is to turn around and face it. But it's like looking down into the grave of your love, or kissing the mouth of a gun, a...
How far could you think of the reasons why someone would an hour late ?
Short Story | Updated Apr 6, 2014 | Reads: 29 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
In a time when life leaves no traces......is when love shines and gives hope
Each and every one of us has the ability to escape todays problems and relax within another dimension deep in our minds.
By J J Citywall
A perfect day to enjoy an ice cream at the park... or so it seemed.
We all experienced nightmares. Sometimes this kind of dreams doesnÂ´t let you go easily, and when you think you can get rid of it, another one drag you in.
Everyone says that the old woman across the street is a witch. They say she has a long warty nose...
My mom's a witch! I swear she is, because one day when my sister and I were driving in the car with her, my mom yelled,
i was told by a teacher i should consider a job as becoming an Agony Aunt writer! so here it goes, i'm open for all those with problems(big or small, love or not) and i will try my best to help all
By M J Fennick
Thereâ€™s a past era that was sacred, special and partially ruled by the game of baseball. It was mimically played on sandlots, curveballs and smiles abounded in the nationâ€™s neighborhoods and the names of players and teams of the heroes of the diamond were magical.