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This is a short story taken from a childhood memory in 1963.
Short Story | Updated Apr 15, 2014 | Reads: 31 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
A short memoir about a childhood memory written for my English course.
Short Story | Updated Apr 14, 2014 | Reads: 43 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
Poetry | Updated Apr 8, 2014 | Reads: 6 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
This is a preview of the first 3 chapters of first book of Check out the review of the book as well.
Camilla wakes up in a hospital with no knowledge of who is, where she came from, and how she got there. But once she starts putting the pieces together, she finds out the person she trusts the most is the one she should be afraid of.
This is a poem dedicated to a friend from school, he passed away two years ago from suicide and last night while walking at 1-2am I wrote this poem about him.
Poetry | Updated Apr 3, 2014 | Reads: 5 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
First of all, MASSIVE thank you for clicking into my story and deciding to give it a go! I really hope you'll all have as much fun reading it as I do writing it!
Second of all, the story is set in an imaginary/made-up city called Lumiere. It might be weird and all that, but...
One story each for the members of this family. All are only about a page in length. A recurring theme is nostalgia, as well as music.
By Niall Anthony
A young boy is out with his friends, playing Dodgeball and enjoying the sun until something happens that makes it a day for him to remember.
By Bernard Ogalo Oduor
For Jos. Fare thee well, the cool one
I wrote this a few years ago.
Alina doesn't remember anything before she was eight years old. Then, she meets a boy who knows her. She doesn't know him, but somehow he's familiar to her. The more she spends time with him. The more she remembers. For some reason, the people around her don't want her to remember.
Novel | Updated Mar 8, 2014 | Reads: 32 | Comments: 8 | Likes: 12
This is a poem I wrote in memory of Ben, my would-be stepfather. He suffered from severe schizophrenia, hardcore drug addiction and he died of an overdose. Me and my mother were the ones to find him.
A memory awakened from that one memorable night of sweet passion that ended with laughter. Thank you for reading and please feel free to comment and say your thoughts about this piece and how I may improve it. Thank you :)
When you lose someone that you deeply love you lose all hope, but that's not true. No matter the pang of hurt you feel, they are still there.
Poetry | Updated Feb 20, 2014 | Reads: 22 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1