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Money and the Christain church.
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By Sexy Scarlett
Just kicked off my advertising about my strong female protagonists. Booksie has become swamped with weak leading ladies who are poor role models (I blame Stephanie Meyer at least partially). Iâ€™d love to hear what other people think about this.
Poem for my parents.
By Ina Mcfarmers
Certain needs to be recognised
Fragment Earth â€“ An epic adventure into misunderstanding, this series of psychological short stories, explores the finer meaning of the meaningless meanings overlooked by understanding itself.
Cold Concept: Is Easy To Do
Sadly, among those tasks which we...
The Dark so dreadful. The thought of something being taken from you forever, you work all your life just to get it snatched away.
This is about a girl who deceived me
The 3rd part of the First to Murders of a President
I started this novel many years ago please R&R
I am new to booksie so comments would be helpful and much appreciated
By The Dead Poet
hello i wrote this on one take, off the top of my head, than i liked it so i posted it just in case someone else might like it!!!! and war is just something that is all around us so its a very easy subject to write about i wish it was not so easy to write about!!!!!! and lamb of lions, is...
Poetry | Updated May 14, 2011 | Reads: 5 | Comments: 3 | Likes: 3
This is what Caleb the Wise Turtle taught me.
a story of a young who finds herself in another world and is expected to fight deomons. a short story based on a dream.
They always made sure to tell me I wasnâ€™t perfect. Maybe they whispered it to me while I was sleeping, or communicated it with there dry, loveless gazes. No matter how they told me it was always clear: You are flawed...