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Random First Lines:A couple of short stories of all genres, especially omorashi(wetting). » Read
By Nicolas Diaz Guevara
Her claws gripped on my flesh as I felt my soul get out of my body, and I fell, to the cold ground, I was half asleep half awake, within a dream...
A stand in the Vapor Mist trail
deaf ears to Criers wail.
Jackstand Alone amidst the crowbar Junkyard
leaning hard on a windless day.
Kid at the Corner store no Change No Chore
Super Clean Heat no Glory for evermore.
No pantolones only remembered stories
Posture of a Being on a Rocking Chair Leaning
Lazy Boy Palmetto Woods in Search
Of a Harvest with Spade in Hand
Land Grants a Grand Stand - a Full House.
Enclosed blinds, seeking Blind.
Wednesday Mornings ante Day of plenty
Spent waterfalls, an Ivy Wall Vine twined
Story about past relationship..
Rubbing the sleep from his eyes he walked over to the televisions he had placed on his desk, all of which were hooked up to the CCTv cameras he had positioned in each of the rooms of his house. He surveyed the rooms on the screens and deciding that they were all empty, he unbolted his door.
A Story Of A Boy Who Is Put Into An Asylum.
The Humour Is Rather Rough.
If Anything Offends You, Don't Bother Commenting.
Don't Stereotype In Your Comments.
This Was Written By A Girl, Well Done Geniuses.
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...
This is about my emotions being compared to a walk with God. And how you can lean on him on every walk.
Katie just Wants To Be That Average Girl That Gets The Good grades And Has Some very Close Friends, But Of Course With Her Constantly Moving It's Very had For Her To Be This.
And It's About To get A Hell Lot Harder.
A poem I wrote around the age of 16. A lot has changed since then and I can now read the poem out loud without a big lump in my throat.
Picture by 'The Undone Man'
Ok, so I think this poem kind of sounds childish to me, but it makes sense, and I was kind of suffering from writers block and couldn't think of anything to write. I know this isn't one of my best poems, but I hope you like it!! By the way there is a deeper meaning to the tree, which is...