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Violet and Alex get separated from their sibling August after their parents were murdered in a horrific house fire. Thinking she is dead, Violet and Alex are working toward bringing down whoever murdered their family while on the run from their attacker. August, also believing that her siblings...
just can't break away
thinking you found the one and finally realizing it isn't true.
I was to afraid and never did this and now she is gone
Two best friends face danger in a city they have never been to filled with people they can't understand. One is being held captive by a man who wishes to treat her as a toy. The other is lost not knowing she is in serious danger. This is a story about two best friends who would lose everything...
taken from my book,
By Sara Battaglia
I wrote this poem in class one day, contemplating society as I usually find myself doing. Sometimes we all question the way things are. Finding who we are and what direction to take in life is no easy task, but it's worth it.
written feelings and a combination of air words
Short Story | Updated Jun 20, 2014 | Reads: 19 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
I think my mind is getting dangerous and more smarter than before, basically for my mind....something like that isn't good
By A Brighter New World
The Oddly formed Babbles of a Youth lost in Thought,A Heart not sure if it is Alive.
You have to be always drunk. That's all there is to it--it's the only way. So as not to feel the horrible burden of time that breaks your back and bends you to the earth, you have to be continually drunk.
But on what? Wine, poetry or virtue, as you wish. But be
drunk. And if sometimes,...
"We can think of the past without reference to the future, but we can't think of the future without reference to the past."- Kylesa, What Becomes an End
Juliet Lamprey the most unpopular girl at Reverend High,never new what she'd get into when she met Damien Woods, the charming new boy in town Falter Heights. His piercing green eyes and wicked smile isn't enough to keep Juliet from falling in love with Adrian Sanders, the popular jock at...
By Ujjwal Basumatary
A poem about two friends who grew old. The two are seperated. One of them narrates about their friendship.
Poetry | Updated Jun 14, 2014 | Reads: 16 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
I never want to feel this hurt ever again
You were my best friend you were my lover