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about a hysterical woman in unrequited love
By Eileen Mcbriar
if ever you have wondered what happens to us when we due this short story will enlighten and open up the possibilities of life beyond death.
The story begins with the day that the subject passes away and finds himself locked inbetween two worlds,a sort of limbo.He is guided by a man who...
By Jonathan Pilika
A reminiscence of past times caused by the falling rain.
By Tokimeki Mezra
It's about two people together, in love. But soon after, he went out with some else without telling her. When she realized it, it was too late. She knew there's nothing more could be done, so she let him go.
Poetry | Updated Feb 3, 2014 | Reads: 9 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Lydia Jackson Reid
Kind of monologue of a woman who misused her life.
Short Story | Updated Oct 29, 2013 | Reads: 29 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 4
Life. Unrequited love. The path we all walk on as individuals. Trying to catch the next train to achieve our most wanted goals. But sometimes, we can't always get what we want. For my beloved sisters. Feedback is appreciated, thanks for reading! :) I suggest listening to a melancholic song for...
A melancholic poem about escapism and existentialism.
By Naresh Oinam Singh
The poem depicts how the scientific developments have affected all and sundry. The developments are something which we cannot ignore at all. We are the unfailing consumers. However, in this race of development we become so involved that we tend to orphan art and culture that are of real...
Poetry | Updated Jul 9, 2012 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Mike Florio
Somewhat sad, but lively.
By Ben Hogben
Just a little something I thought up.
A short Eassay/poem i wrote back in the 9. grade.. it was for some home work where we had to write about grafitti writers.. i thought it was a bit borreing so i made something that made a bit of sence to me that still related to the subject at some point instead.
This is a sort of a melancholic poem about you guessed it, our society.
For many a decade tehy have been mistreated and mistrusted. Now is the time for The Used to rise...
Names, pronunciation and meaning:
AESCHYLUS - ES-kÉ™l-É™s â€“ â€œshameâ€
ATHANASIA â€“ Athan-ahs-e-ah â€“ â€œImmortalâ€ combined with â€œDeathâ€...