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I can't sleep, so i wrote about it. :)
Short Story | Updated Oct 5, 2014 | Reads: 17 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
taken from my book,
By Denny Allan
The struggle that I have faced every night for as long as I can remember.
Lack of sleep spawned an abyssal frustration. This was its progeny.
It's almost 4 AM in the morning but today I decided to stay up with one of my best buddies, Shaun Curtis (Check him out, he just started Booksie. A talented novice poet with an eloquent sense of poetry) to help me make a poem to cheer our friend up who had it rough last night.
It's like 2:19 AM in Singapore right now and I've been hardly sleeping lately. Heck, I wish I know why, but all I know was at times like this my thoughts vividly flows through my veins. Instead of making poems about the others, this time I am going to make poem...more about me ahahaha. Please...
By Jl Crona
yeah I post depressing stuff, sorry, writing is my outlet.
Poetry | Updated May 18, 2014 | Reads: 4 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
taken from my book, "If At All Possible
A personal story of my experience with addiction and the negative views of others who believe that Methadone and other drugs for the treatment of addiction is simply trading one addiction for another. I provide insight into the daily life of an addict and how drugs like Methadone, suboxen or...
taken from my book, "If At All Possible"
Doubting myself with God.
This is a short story I wrote some time ago, about a man living a seemingly dead life. It is reminiscent of Sin City and other similar comic books, except presented through raw text.
Short Story | Updated Mar 10, 2014 | Reads: 28 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
just a small intro i wrote for my English class, if i get a good response it might evolve into a fully fledged novel, or at least the start of one.
Just the musings of someone who can't get sleep due to regretful dreams. The past is the one anchor we never want to let go of, and often this very anchor is what prevents us from sailing forward.
By Snow Van Pelt
Memories are held in the oddest places. My bed is one of those that aren't odd, but aren't thought about often.
Miscellaneous | Updated Feb 6, 2014 | Reads: 6 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0