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By Frankie Frost
This is what might be a monologue of a melancholy manikin.
This is a story of a little girl explaining how her baby sister went to Heaven.
True love never loses its colour.It always makes its presence felt in one way or the other.
Short Story | Updated Oct 15, 2013 | Reads: 89 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Love letters are often reflections of soul!!
Miscellaneous | Updated Oct 15, 2013 | Reads: 16 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 2
Sid and Tilly, two lesbian lovers, living a happy life until Sidney receives a devastating phone call from the hospital informing Sidney that Matilda was in a serious car accident. Sidney is left to sit around and wait to hear from the doctor if Matilda will ever wake up and how badly was her...
By Christian Nelson
A young man's desperation who is allowed to linger a bit too much in thought.
I was reading and found an interesting tidbit on fear and how it stifles growth...then this popped out. I suppose it was easy for me to write about since I had been through the shadows of fear; I know the feelings that accompany such frights intimately.
A poem I wrote when I was in eighth grade. Hope you enjoy!
By Isacc R Weltrip
Inspired by a conversation with a friend..
The stages of a flower for all its glory; just a short story about a young girls belief of love and the cold harsh realities of such an infatuation.
Are you happy with life? Do you have the perfect life? This story follows the short ranting's of a man bent on killing the perfection in the world even if that means himself, of course all in the name of the greater good.
This is an event that happened in my life when I was (I believe) 9 years old. It's been a while since I wrote it, so sometimes I wonder if I made some parts up, but I highly doubt it.
*Note: In Tibet, kids call guys who are older than them
This is one of my first writings. It was written a few years ago. I wrote it to describe the many lies told every day.
Poetry | Updated May 8, 2013 | Reads: 10 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1