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No summary at all. OH and just to notify, I will be writing some poetry this week for some contests I have wanting to join. C: Thank you and enjoy. Hahah.
Poetry | Updated Dec 7, 2013 | Reads: 20 | Comments: 5 | Likes: 12
A quick read with strong emotions of lost love
Short Story | Updated Dec 7, 2013 | Reads: 37 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
I never knew that you would leave me so soon.
I never knew those would be,
the last days that I'd be spending with you.
By Lost Love Long Forgotten
This is for crazycraze28 and thegiver's contest. My theme was winter.
Short Story | Updated Dec 6, 2013 | Reads: 6 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
Buttons was the source of humor in our family. Here are a few stories that I would like to share in commemoration of him.
Short Story | Updated Dec 5, 2013 | Reads: 4 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Shaina Nunez
One of my first poems, years ago.
By Reluctant Sage
Memories are all that we keep from a past love.
Short Story | Updated Dec 5, 2013 | Reads: 82 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Teige Maddison
The stained memories of a mother.....
To your right lies all that you wish to escape from. To your left lies the gateway to your dreams. Yet all you can do is watch the days go by, beautiful though they may be.
Hope, humanity, and life in general.
This poem has been written by Mahria & I known as a duet called "Unbreakable" its our first poem together and it defines our relationship.. hope you like it :)
Iâ€™m cold. Iâ€™m so, so cold. And what makes me lose my mind is that it wonâ€™t go away, no matter what I do. No matter how hard I try, the spine-chilling, nerve-racking cold is there, every step of the way.
A Thanksgiving wish to my readers and to the everyone on this joyous day of thanks.
By Sara Rc
It's about my dad.
Poetry | Updated Nov 28, 2013 | Reads: 22 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 5
By Nova Bell
Nova knows better than to stay up late, and yet she does. Whiny moments ensue, but everyone is entitled to at least one.
By Bev Smart
Who doesn't remember their first love?
Poetry | Updated Nov 26, 2013 | Reads: 9 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0