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Many days before, when I was in A Muslim family I heard this play of George Bernard... » Read
I love you but I hate you!
This poem is about my ex. He was the greatest person I have ever been with but yet he was the meanest I knew. He was so mean to me & did so many awful things. But, I still love him. He was my first love & I wish things could of worked out between him & I. I jsut wish it could of been different....
A great storm rocks the Earth, and in the heart of England Jasper gets caught up in it's wrath. Like many others around him, he has become a Stormer.
By The Kid Next Door
I will be posting things such as poetry sometimes a short story. the things i write will change sometimes till will deep and others will be fucked up. Im doing this because im board
Alice is late for a very important date.
Couldn't sleep because of the jetlag... America was great but now I keep thinking of you... Also guys sorry if my spaceing isn't right I'm posting from my. Phone
Welcome to the world of the slitherfeen in a nonsensicle world of submime insanity.
By Emir Feroz Khan
In this article, we will put Muhammad on the witness stand to see if his moral character during his prophetic career qualifies him as a prophet of the true God. We will only use sources acceptable to Muslims to evaluate him. Islam stands and falls on the character of Muhammad.
By Weylon Elliott
An account of the day I came home and Bruno didn't meet me at the door!
By Kaire Reeves
I wrote this poem when I had become obessed with Alice in wonderland. I read the books ( Alice in Wonderland and Through the Looking Glass),watched the movies.
Poetry | Updated Aug 29, 2012 | Reads: 16 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 0
Just some Mad Swan oneshots - Mad Hatter/Jefferson and Emma. Mainly considering the fact that I'm madly in love with Jefferson. Even his name is edible. He's seriously lush, nom. Anyway, hope you enjoy reading these as much as I enjoyed writing tham!;D
"Until one day from the Looking Glass
A new Alice came
Though it wasn't a girl
The boy had been thrown in without choice
Pale purple eyes surveyed his surroundings
What kind of place was so blackened and dead?
Where had he gone?
Why was he here?
Confusion clouded his mind
Scents of death filled...
a political and opinionated view of social media
By Andromeda Rex
Re-imagining of a particular girl's adventures in Wonderland...