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Random First Lines:MY SKETCHBOOK:
A collection of short essays and sketches.
By: Kilgore Trosky Trout.
The turning points in life occur when you sometimes think... » Read
â€œHi, Iâ€™m Taylor, Iâ€™m 23 Years Old And Iâ€™ve Seen Countless People Dieâ€
The Institute Is A Medical Hell. Set In 2010, Recent Times, Humans Are Experimented On To Search For New Medical Break-Through. The Institute Was Abandoned By The Government In 2008 And Since...
Angel Teroff has been sent to a summer camp by her mother, who thought hanging around the house and being with friends wasnâ€™t healthy.
A mix-up with the papers ends in Angel getting put with a cabin full of 16-year-old single boys, who are all unfairly good-looking. Although, it...
Just lay a rose on my grave when I die.
Poetry | Updated Mar 2, 2010 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 6 | Likes: 6
My neglected soul
A simple story written in a mystifying way that shall inpire and take your breath away.
Short Story | Updated Sep 29, 2009 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Well this is an oddity. Thsi idea came from my friend Justin, who was discussing random song lyrics with me one day at a party. We messed around and used a leaf as an example. So yeah, I thought about it and... BADDA-BING!
By Casey Michelle Silver
When my Aunt Michelle died I thought that there was no way to get out how I felt about her death, yet it looks like I did. Please tell me what you think.
Poetry | Updated May 11, 2009 | Reads: 6 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 3
A poem about a dying girl .
By Dark Skylight
While I was thinking about my past relationship,and the one now,I wrote this.And I hope we will keep the promise.
By To The World A Black Balloon
Another brick in the living shadow All inhale the downward spiral
am I insane?
a poem about how some people can never keep their promises
By Ezeh Chibuoke
'Smiles in the morning
As warm as sunshine
Kisses when I lay down at night
And 2 loving arms
To console me
I should be scared, it's so right
I can barely hold my eyes open,
when in my ear words are softly spoken.
As I lay upon the ground,
underneath a summer moon.
The silence of the night,
brings thoughts to mind.