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It's not my fault that I'm tiny
Poetry | Updated Nov 30, 2012 | Reads: 23 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 3
Lost in his past, young Lendon struggles to get back on his feet after believing to be the cause of the death of his true love.
By Michael Cuthbertson
I had my dream life waiting for me: a beautiful German girl to move in with, a gorgeous mountain town to explore and write about, and now this job offer. But that's when they hit me with the news,
"Now you're gonna have to cut that hair. We just don't allow that sort of thing around here."
When all you have to live for is two years in advance
You try not to worry about the shipping cost.
But I do.
I worry and I worry and I worry.
â€˜cause I donâ€™t have FedEx on speed dial
And my tracking number got lost.
A poem dedicated to my boyfriend who is living 259 miles away from me...I miss him everyday so I wrote another poem for him.
Poetry | Updated Oct 23, 2012 | Reads: 933 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
By Scarlett Love
this is a poem about my bf and i. i love him :*
<3 Matt <3
Poetry | Updated Oct 8, 2012 | Reads: 23 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 3
A young girl and her brother are dragged into a fight to become the "knight" the second most powerful person in the WORLD! Its a bloody battle between others who want to be the "Knight" she must fight to find her brother.
By Charles Smiley
A true account of my adventurers as a sword fisherman.
By Hikaru Hasama
In this story, I worked hard to become the no. 1 blader in the world. But in the end, I battled against the last competitor. I tried to win in the end. I tried to put some effort. I tried to find hope. I wanted to win the Championships. But... did I win? Find out in the story. ;)
about a girl who is consider cold, and a boy telling his view of her.
By David Stevens
now is the time is about reaching the point where something has to happen it is about life and development with a strange twist to the action.
Why hate when you can love? Why dwell upon misery?