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A poem about a powerful memory and the experience of reliving old relationships.
By Lisa Ayers
This poem is dedicated to anyone who is dealing with this disorder, including someone special to my heart.
Death will never steal your memory
Poetry | Updated Jun 14, 2014 | Reads: 4 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Kale Leaf
A story of a girl and her love for her parents and life. (reference: Je t'aime is french for I love you)
Short Story | Updated Jun 14, 2014 | Reads: 9 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
We all forget a few things here and there, things we don't need anymore but what if you lost everything important?
Everything fades away, until it's nothing.
Poetry | Updated Jun 1, 2014 | Reads: 18 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
We have all had a really bad day, but what if you didn't know it?
Say goodbye, now. Cause my lifeâ€¦ Just. Went. Black
It has been a while since I actually tried to write poem (Fata Morgana, my previous poem, was made like....Few weeks ago, amid the fact that it was uploaded yesterday)
Have you guys ever wondered why friendship gets broken all of a sudden? I remember I had this old friend of mine who used to be...
By Kenisha Liyanage
This is a short story written about a memory of one of the cases Detective George Kent has solved.
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By Arabella Cynthia
When the clock strikes midnight, the only silhouette that comes is yours...
Short Story | Updated May 22, 2014 | Reads: 49 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 2
Poetry | Updated May 19, 2014 | Reads: 9 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Now middle-aged, the world's first scientifically documented virgin-born baby sets about to write out his life story in a last effort to make sense of his disappointing, yet incredible existence.
In honor of my sister, my hero
Short Story | Updated May 15, 2014 | Reads: 29 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Arabella Cynthia
The news crushed you; us. It was like an enormous sledge hammer, hitting us right on the core of our heart, damaging every single nerves and vessels, leaving us scattered gasping for air.
You were my friend, my best friend, my wife, my soul mate and you were my everything. There is no possible...
Short Story | Updated May 15, 2014 | Reads: 66 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 7