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A.K.A "Dude To Dudette"
â€œYou seriously wanna do this?â€ She said looking me right in the eyes. â€œI think I am ready for this. Time for a change, eh?â€
Being one of the boys is the easy part but the harder part is actually being a girl for Beverly Smitten. Beverly has been a...
Fragment Earth â€“ An epic adventure into misunderstanding, this series of psychological short stories, explores the finer meaning of the meaningless meanings overlooked by understanding itself.
Cold Concept: Is Easy To Do
Sadly, among those tasks which we...
By Khalid Al Hariri
This is a review of "How to Make an American Quilt." A 1995 American movie.
Article | Updated Dec 7, 2012 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Maggie Comb
this is a novel story about life .life is but a toy ..life is a toy u play with and make mistakes with it we learn how to play with the toy like we learn in life ..everyday is a new beggining every sad moment makes you weaker but then you will be strong enough to forget the pain you had the most...
About a girl selling herself and soul because she felt alone.
Ren is 17 and a homosexual, his family cast him a side soon after learning of it. He lives at a boarding school with his boyfriend, James. One day his sister who is more understanding request for him to come home for christmas, so their family can be whole again. Ren agrees but what happens when...
Written after coming out of a week long feeling of deep depression and sadness. Inspired by my best friend/room mate and her fiance as well as a trip to my doctor as well as the hospital.
Something to open the minds of people about why it isn't good to bully people, especially when you don't know who they are as a person.
LETS MAKE THIS DREAM COME TRUE
Poetry | Updated Nov 3, 2012 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Wrote this while studying WWI.
Poetry | Updated Oct 17, 2012 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
stories from my past.
A poem regarding the death of my first girlfriend.
Eve awoke to a room full of sunlight. A fresh morning breeze lifted the muslin curtain then dropped it playfully as it rippled through the material. She had slept well and yet she felt as if she could lie there all day. The past few days had been emotionally draining and trying to replace the...
just things to things to think about when you are sad
Article | Updated Sep 9, 2012 | Reads: 6 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0