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Poetry | Updated Sep 20, 2012 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 3 | Likes: 2
Eve awoke to a room full of sunlight. A fresh morning breeze lifted the muslin curtain then dropped it playfully as it rippled through the material. She had slept well and yet she felt as if she could lie there all day. The past few days had been emotionally draining and trying to replace the...
A boy is the last human living but has reoccuring dreams about a girl and goes on a quest to find her.
I wrote this after my brother died.
Poetry | Updated Sep 5, 2012 | Reads: 5 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
I knew this was coming.
It's not the first
And it's not the last.
I'm not a toy.
Poetry | Updated Sep 3, 2012 | Reads: 5 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 2
A seriers of diffrent short stories. Story one: A boy takes revenge on the man who killed his baby sister.
By Laura Marling
He said she meant the world to him the day she left. He said heâ€™ll never forget her moments before she was on her flight away from him. He said he loved her, from the moment he looked at her, and she flew away.
Isella Allgood left her hometown, Delray Beach, as a gossip girl with...
By Riss Ryker
A massive solar flare, bigger then any scientist could have predicted, raveges earth, leaving survivors to contend with unfriendlies and crazies. A short read as a prelude to more in the future...
This is my story, and I shall tell you what happened during the night of my death...
Short Story | Updated Aug 25, 2012 | Reads: 30 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Laura Marling
Hello everybody! These are the character pictures of my first novel 'At Last'. Enjoy x
By S Hewes
A shipwrecked human struggles to stay sane on a planet full of aliens who only live for a single day.
Last days when the candle was lighted. I don't know how this is going to be but we will have to face this day one day when you will be warmed up with all the thoughts that light the heaven, hell and earth below. You will never understand this pain unless you lost everything and none to be taken...
By Bella Maroney
John Anderson had become a different kind of breed. Before, he was a different breed because of his career choice of being an actor. Then in a strange turn of events, he became a new kind of different breed. A breed quickly dwindling. An illness had spread over the U.S. and over the world,...
taken from my book,