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By Slf Writings
This is just a short story I pieced together last night.
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Short Story | Updated Nov 15, 2012 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
I wrote this a few months ago before I left for college.
A teen-aged girl named Aja Rosswell wants to escape the life she is living, and so she does. She into the woods with her three brothers. She will learn as her ancestors did, and will make friends along the way. Follow her through her journey of danger and luck, to a land of only your dreams...
The right person can show us our faults while making us better. If only we have the courage to stay.
Poetry | Updated Oct 9, 2012 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
By Bill Rayburn
Thoughts on reflection on the eve of changing countries....
Why is it we all seem to lose part of ourselves in a relationship and that the only way to get
Poetry | Updated Oct 7, 2012 | Reads: 18 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 2
The truth is, the opposite of love isn't hate. It's apathy and we all fear that to the point of being willing to poke that sleeping giant to feel something, anything other than admitting there is nothing left.
By L Hale
You said you hate to see me hurting.
So when you hurt me, did you close your eyes?
Poetry | Updated Sep 29, 2012 | Reads: 18 | Comments: 3 | Likes: 7
A story of brotherhood, violence, hope and salvation found in destruction.
What is the true meaning of "family"? Does it even have a meaning today? Jake and Stu, two brothers from Michigan find out.
This is about my divorce.
Poetry | Updated Sep 25, 2012 | Reads: 12 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
taken from my book,
Just my thoughts of a situation that is burdening me.
Poetry | Updated Sep 18, 2012 | Reads: 5 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 3
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...
Put on paper the words I can't say.
I'm actually already gone.
Poetry | Updated Sep 5, 2012 | Reads: 10 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Quick little poem about the fast moving time before graduation that I can't seem to get a hold of and the mixed emotions that are being created by said time.