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How we should be inspired about how God made us as human kind. That we should be always love our selves because
God loves and he made us with love perfection .
It was the perfect wedding with the only man she could ever love yet why does it still feel like something's not right?
Short Story | Updated Nov 29, 2014 | Reads: 142 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 2
Goodbye Soldier is a telling of how little time there is to cherish all of the beautiful moments together. It is a telling of brief reunitement and an all too soon departure.
Harmony is a poem telling how all things are connected and how despite when we believe all is silent - there is still music.
By Flynn Hodgson
The curiosity of the locked wooden cupboard has resurfaced at Orlando's house. With the help of Rosaline will they ever unlock the doors and venture inside?
This story is about my 5 cousins,those who became orphans and were treated badly from there aunts and uncles it's not fiction or a story stolen but a real story,story from my family.
By Ying Gao
A housewife's interesting thoughts after quarreling with her husband were totally opposite to the reality...
Short Story | Updated Oct 11, 2014 | Reads: 116 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Vicki Cornell
Just random moments of time, either real to my life or made up. Welcome to glimpse of my life (well, for the ones that are my life)!
A reflection of love when it is not reciprocated -- a true testament for all those who have at some point or another been in the similar situation.
Know that someone deserving of your love is near and will appear.
it's a poem about words..
A short story about Mary going to the beach
By Andie Seinburge
Benjamin.â€ What? â€œBen, look at me. Across the bridge.â€ Lourena? I run up to the bridge and look down at the creek, the only thing in motion. â€œOver here Ben!â€ I hear the familiar voice again- it sounds like itâ€™s as far away as the white noise. Where is it...
Inside i fell hurt its okay,just keep breath.
A few poems of all the hurt
and how it can become brighter day.