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Never give in, never give up, for your dreams are just figments of reality that if you work hard enough to earn, to achieve glory, wait in open arms for you, don't think just do just remember to be you because in the end when all else is lost you only have your self to be friends with.
Ethan was only fourteen when OASIS recruited him, sixteen when he had his first mission. He was eighteen when his life was truly his with a bout of hell.
Mary Wilson makes an error of judgement while walking home alone with troubling consequences.
TWO BOYS IN 1950S LONDON AND A COLLECTION OF WW2 KNIVES.
Poetry | Updated May 15, 2014 | Reads: 5 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Robert Kasch
Warning: R rated horror.
Short Story | Updated Mar 22, 2014 | Reads: 50 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Idk. How to summarize it. Guess youll have to find out
"They say change is good, so I change"
"I guess change isnt always what they say it is"
Poetry | Updated Jan 30, 2014 | Reads: 11 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 2
By Jennifer Brighton
That's how many ways I could do it. No one would ever know...
By K L Copley
Lux and Hayden are two sisters that have to survive in a broken world since The Fall of the government. They have been run out of their own home and now hove to keep moving so not to get attacked by the Takers. Will they ever find a place to call home?
This is kind of a story that rhymes... and not exactly poetry.
Jonas McCleary thinks being a detective sounds really fun and interesting. When he finally becomes a policeman, he has to wear a uniform and deal with drunks, family disputes and out-of-control teenagers. Not so much fun, and not really interesting.
When he gets a chance to become a real...
Another thing I wrote, it's somewhat a continuation of "Derail - Birth".
Comment telling me what you think, feedback is always appreciated :)
"I don't like Violence." I say.
"Then why don't you stop killing?" He asks.
"I don't know. I just can't stop. I don't mean to kill at all."
I still don't know why I kill.
(This story is not completed yet, I add chunks of it periodically, so please be patient.)
My mother told me, the only reason she went insane, is because the aliens got into her head.
Poetry | Updated Jul 11, 2013 | Reads: 9 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
TWO BOYS IN LONDON IN 1950S AND THEIR GAMES AND KNIVES.
Poetry | Updated Jun 28, 2013 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0