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Random First Lines:I wrote this short paragraph for creative writing class and my teacher really loved how I described this and I wanted to share it with all of you.... » Read
I teach kids for a living, particularly in abduction prevention. A couple of years ago we had a few students who lived with their dad. Their dad was always watching class and seemed very loving. We didn't suspect that there was anything wrong. Later after they stopped training we learned that...
Poetry | Updated Aug 26, 2009 | Reads: 4 | Comments: 3 | Likes: 6
Some dark lyrics I wrote. Well, it sounds more like poetry to be honest. Tel me what you think about this dark little piece!
A challenge for Erinsoap
Written in a time when things seemed so clear. Reading over it again...I find that things have come full circle, as life often leads us.
She wondered if the wide-eyed, frantic, string-haired fellow that sold her parents the house had really been telling the truth. Was there some monstrous thing in her new town? What mystery lurked in this place of strange beauty? Her Curiosity only intensified as the days passed.(By the way I...
This is for My reallii odd - but supa dupa fun challenge!!!...x by xox babiilicious hunnibunsS xox. The challenge was to chose one of the pictures she had posted and to create a story around what it made you think of. Well the picture I chose(Which is the cover for this short story) made me...
Short Story | Updated May 10, 2009 | Reads: 24552 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 14
An innocent little girl...She doesn't deserve this....She just wants to be untouchable...unbreakable shielded like that little china ballerina..
By Johanna Welling
An interesting take on my average day.
A poem about the ways in which we change as we grow up, and the value of innocence.
Just a random stint I wrote in a myspace blog for a few friends that were dating military men.
Short Story | Updated Feb 16, 2009 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 4
Innocence on the edge in a midwest summer.
the innocence of childhood, the things we miss the most
Poetry | Updated Jan 30, 2009 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 4
By Tawnie Shuhl
Look at the world, even the smallest branch can affect your life.
I did this just recently and I like it. Maybe you will too. It talks of the finest love, whatever you feel it to be :) enjoy.
This is about childhood and children. I hope to bring back the memories of your childhood, be it happy or sad. Your life as a child is a precious memory, and it will accompany you throughout your life.
...Just turn your bitter memories into sweet ones with your imagination.