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This poetry is about a young person finding themselves.
By The Blue Flame
He'd loved him for ever since he was in 7th grade... That was 5 years ago. His long blonde hair as he exited the shower room with the six pack abs, muscular arms, and his pecs... Oh they were the best part. This is a story about when two best friends become more than just friends. This is only...
Short Story | Updated Jan 12, 2012 | Reads: 10 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
N.B.:The title of this article may seem absurd to you !!!But it is what it is .This is my thought about a brilliantly written book aptly titled "Life Is What You make It" by Mrs. Preeti Shenoy .
This book is a wonderful story of how Faith and Determination can help us sail through the toughest...
A story about a young african-american woman called Shantel who is being rejected in the buisness world because of the color of her skin. She is being insulted and harrased at work every single day, until one day she snaps and makes a change
When you're surrounded by four walls all your life, there`s nothing much that you can do but listen to stories x)
Poetry | Updated Jan 2, 2012 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
You know those days when you want to curl up and die? Well that day was today..well earlier today. I woke up at 2 pm and just felt like everything was useless and nothing good will ever happen to me, like their was not such thing as a happy ending. I think they call this depression but I do not...
about my sister Ive watched and taken care of her from the day my mom brought her home, Id take punches and punishments that she was suppose to get. She tells me everything likes to sneak in my room.. but its time she stops caring for this disaster.
getting a ride to the airport from my perve friend the radio is on and an announcement is made that excited him.
Short Story | Updated Dec 23, 2011 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Allen Wood
Skinned Elbows explores the life of twin boys who are set in a dysfunctional town stricken with poverty and oddball fiasco, as they maneuver themselves around like it is just an average day, crossing paths with drunks, girls, fellow children, prostitutes, and their alcoholic father.
just figured id explain why i write poetry. Remember, the periods are pauses. Sorry bout that but only way my phone allows me to write it. Thankyou for reading please comment. Take no offense to this poem... You dont have to read it. Your choice.
By Sora Sora
A story about a boy born with many secrets and with no home.
Purpose of a resume: Make a good first impression