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By R Safley
This is a living story about a dying art.
Essay | Updated Oct 2, 2013 | Reads: 152 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 3
The Worldwide firestorm
About a person who is cursed to live endless lives which end violently and painfully.
A short (assumingly) American love story. Read with 'Songbird' on the background .
Short Story | Updated Jul 14, 2013 | Reads: 34 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Zoha Seddighi
Sometimes our heart is left in the place, where we found love and peace. This, stops us from moving on.
Poetry | Updated Jul 14, 2013 | Reads: 29 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 1
No description needed, it's a quick read
Yo ho ho! I wrote a song about pirates!
If you've lived a hard life, and you've seen it all, you'd understand why Shaine is the way she is. Facing trauma, and robbed of her innocent mind at a young age. Relying on strangers her entire life, and then coming to the realization she is a stranger to herself. Scared and lost, she is thrown...
Fridays finds Her biding Time
Chastity vibe and a bottle of Wine
Resting upon a ledge balance beamed
Light and dark fluidity of movement-
Diurnal Vernal blade of Bluegrass
Holding the contour of a footstep
Left Behind yesterdays Gamble.
A Win streak Wind beaked Birdcall
Beckons a Supper...
Where did you go?
Poetry | Updated May 27, 2013 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
My father was a drunk, my mother left him and I. What will happen to me?
Short Story | Updated May 26, 2013 | Reads: 12 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
By Shadow Angel
Loving someone who doesn't love you back.
Poetry | Updated May 20, 2013 | Reads: 10 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
The seven of them were sent on a mission. They had failed and she had to stay behind and watch them go. She thought of renewing everything in the city where her parents had died. She couldn't, she had to go back but she was offered a big role in this city. She refused and got her way back to her...
By Serena Stars
There are so many letters my friend Kathrine Hamilton wrote to me and to other people, when I got my stack it was divided in to two. One was for me and the other had a sticky note telling me what to do. The second stack was for her childhood friend Andrew Jepersin. She did want to give them to...
A poem about the bitch that broke my heart...