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As long as Olivia Stevens could remember she has been in love with the snow. Every year Olivia looked forward to the cold winter nights, playing in the snow, and sipping hot chocolate with her best friend, Nicole Price. Olivia loved the memories she made with Nicole in the season she cherished...
taken from my book, "Position The Thought"
By Bhavya Sinha
Soon school's gonna end.......and we friends are going to miss each other like hell.......i've written this for my friend........oh god...i'll seriously miss my school like anything......
A Thanksgiving wish to my readers and to the everyone on this joyous day of thanks.
I used to fear death. I wanted to share a short story about the many unique experiences I had on my grandfather's farm when I was only 6 years old. The many things my grandfather taught me about life and ultimately about death.
My personal story of my childhood abuse, neglect and molestation by my Uncle and how that shaped me into the person I am today. How the molestation forever changed a five or six year old into a homosexual later in life. The negativity that arose as a result and all the pain that accompanied...
The roller coaster story of a girl as she grows up and recounts all her past 'loves' from pre-school to her present adult life and how each one affected her. (In case you can't tell it's a bit of a chick-flick).
By Noand Hegask
The things they hid from you when you were little.. Have you found them out? A sequel to Mandragona which correlates to Avengeador
A poem about depression, go figure.
Poetry | Updated Oct 30, 2014 | Reads: 18 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
A chance meeting, after a chance happening, presents a chance to say something that had been left unsaid.
Short Story | Updated Oct 29, 2014 | Reads: 116 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Rough draft of my midnight thoughts.
By Windy Black
I find myself lucky to have dared enter the shallowest corners of your soul and have found something endlessly beautifull, something you didn't even guess you had. I won't name it, it's mine forever, it's my sacred shrine inside you.
It was a Sunday in October when you rolled into my life...
Short Story | Updated Oct 25, 2014 | Reads: 80 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Grace Sam
Just a little something I wrote a while ago
Poetry | Updated Oct 23, 2014 | Reads: 19 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 0
By Margaret Snowdon
Missing a love one
Poetry | Updated Oct 17, 2014 | Reads: 25 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 7