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Random First Lines:This is a short artical I posted originally on Facebook... For me, it came when I didn't know what to say to this amazing girl.. 1 million... » Read
A while ago I lost someone very dear to me, I love her very much and always will but when I see water and swans I know she is with me always.
Poetry | Updated Apr 30, 2014 | Reads: 8 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
This book has a vision to provide adequate material by that an individual may become aware and adopt skills and etiquettes that are essential to be adopted for being â€œA Complete Manâ€ but unfortunately no course and class are there to understand and adopt them Now-a-days Peoples...
See how a young boy can love and be loved by someone much older than him.
Novel | Updated Apr 26, 2014 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
This is a story of something that happened to me in my life, but I added a different ending, pretty obvious after you read it, but yeah. This is a short storey of one boy forcing a girl into being a self harmer and suicidal. This is set at an inline hockey tournament (roller blades) where the...
Short Story | Updated Apr 26, 2014 | Reads: 49 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
A man wake up with no memory of his past. All he knows is that he needs to find food.
This is a dark story based on a series of events that culminate in one terrible fact.
Short Story | Updated Apr 23, 2014 | Reads: 49 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Andre Brillon
I wrote this in loving memory of my Irish grandfather who passed away over 30 years ago but still remains with me to this day.
Poetry | Updated Apr 22, 2014 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
A short memoir of a particularly memorable deer hunt
Edward can't remember. He can't remember his name, who he is and more importantly what he is. All he can remember is that he needs to find /her/. Eventually he find out the truth and he'll being wishing he could forget again.
//Still a work in progress!!//
Bored in class
Poem doodled in the boredom of class
By Cris Clc Writings
â€œWhen you die close your eyes, and let yourself intertwine with time and mind. Our memories are the key, our memories are the soulâ€¦â€
A piece written on a quite night to express the silent fear of the life after when the day of passing comes...
This my way of making a memory, that I don't want to escape, immortal. May it live forever in my brain that might end up with Alzheimer's.
A story from a childhood memory. Sometimes we all rely on family.
Short Story | Updated Apr 16, 2014 | Reads: 35 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
This is a short story taken from a childhood memory in 1963.
Short Story | Updated Apr 15, 2014 | Reads: 35 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0