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Random First Lines:This is an essay I wrote for class at college and I thought since I have no content on my page, this would suffice. It pretty average but I'm open... » Read
Poetry | Updated Sep 9, 2015 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
I was told to write what I did over the summer. Voila
You opened my eyes.
I love you!
She was staring at him before, wasnâ€™t she? Yes. She was
staring at him. Maybe she liked him.
He was looking at her! He caught her staring!
She tried to act nonchalant and looked at someone else as if she had been profiling everyone instead of just him.
Short Story | Updated Jun 28, 2015 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
You're a little bored with the world as it's now,but can you do something to change it?But what if the world you're bored isn't the world that you live anymore?Going to Zerweon was not what you planned for you vacations,but now you just have the option to go along with that new world symphony.
By Lauren Groves
I suppose what they said was true. Hate is like a fatal disease passed on from one person to the other. Whether that be an immortal or mortal.
Zoe Francis White is a sixteen year old girl. She spent her whole life trying to be good but finding that hate keeps managing to creep in. Her dad left...
Poetry | Updated Jan 26, 2015 | Reads: 14 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 0
I spread the dreams under your feet. Step Softly. As you are treading on my dreams.
They're Not My Girls is Jesi's first short story. In They're Not My Girls, readers follow the narrator to the places she has never been before and interact with the people she has never met before. They're Not My Girls is an examination of the maybe and what those maybe's leave us with.
That special person on your mind. Tell me, is it worth hanging on to, or is it time to let go?
A PROMISE MAY BE A COMFORT TO A FOOL
Poetry | Updated Jul 18, 2014 | Reads: 7 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 3
Ever feel utterly destroyed beyond any sort of repair? I understand.
I just...dont really know what I'm going to do, and it really really hurts sometimes, like I really wish that I could cry though of course that will just make my head hurt, or maybe just stop thinking about you so then I would be a better friend
First story I wrote in a very long time. The guy running the D&D group wanted everyone to write a short backstory. I only noticed the word "story" in that part and rolled with it. While this doesn't go on very long, it started the ball rolling on all the other stories. While those are all...