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Random First Lines:This is the first script to the first issue of the comic I' writing "Dead Man's Hand" based on my short story of the same title. This is far from... » Read
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By Alice Sykes
Rated R for adult content and concepts. A song about a guy I had feelings for, who was cheating on me, and who was more attracted to openly promiscuous women. Comment please, feedback's always appreciated. Thank you
By Jamie Rambo
The darker side of me sometimes decides to write as well and sometimes I decide to allow it. This is one of those times... When I finished, I loved it. You got to love how my summary's tell you nothing. **Tee Hee*
By Bob Lindall
Just a poem that, typically, describes me.
Poetry | Updated Jan 26, 2009 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
By Ken Simm
Confounded letter 6
By Terry Collett
A MAN AND HIS LOVE OF DAMES.
Poetry | Updated Jun 11, 2008 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 0
This is a Lesbian story. A young girl is in love with her best friend. She wrestles with hiding her feelings, and wanting to just spill her guts. This is the first part of the story. I am not even close to done. I am also breaking my story-writing hymen with this, so please tell me what you think.
By Terry Collett
A GIRL'S MONOLOGUE ABOUT HER LIFE AND TIMES IN 1936.
Short Story | Updated Feb 8, 2008 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Have you ever met that one person who could be your soulmate? Whom you know would be perfect for you in every single way?
Whose hand you dream about holding?
And whose hair you dream about running your fingers through?
This is what happens when you approach them...
*Don't steal my stuff!!...
Poetry | Updated Jan 21, 2008 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Alcaeus Uilleag
Being in love. Short. Simple. Sweet.
Poetry | Updated Dec 14, 2007 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Lose your penny take your drills.
Pluvial pleading sweetie lords!
Drills in fields are peaches to till.
Moneys tills are belle shops.
Pleasures seekers tease the toys.
Playing things are human pens.
Cede my lands get you lots.
Pusher post exchange decks.
Poetry | Updated Oct 20, 2006 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0