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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...
This one was annoying to write. Can't say too much without giving anything away (although considering how fast I went through time makes the suspense pretty much nil) but I hope people get some enjoyment out of it.
You want to forget, but you want to remember. You want to forgive, but why would you?
In class the past few weeks I've been writing poems as I think of lines to start with, I'll post all of them.
Well, we've all been there. There are two choices, but with pros and cons, and you don't know what to do. All you know it's "maybe"; maybe it'll work, maybe it won't. It's frustrating isn't it?
My name is Julia and I am a self study artist.
Now days I learn the program cinema 4d. A great animation program. while I am studing it I want to promote a little project.
The project is actualy a series of animations not a movie.
Again, all of this is true. And no, she didn't show up Wednesday. My luck right?
By Juli Monat
When maybe, turned into a sharp arrow.
This is something I wrote when I was a tad bit younger. I felt like it was good and I hope that you can enjoy it!
Into the pride
To die is one thing, but to live and stay away from the ones you love is what makes all the suffering worse; it is like being alive, deep inside death itself.
The Dream Makers LLC
By: Sam Darwish