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Arabella stared a rebellion on accident and became their leader, when see save her bf from death. But she is also the adopted daughter of most their most hated enemy. She has to becarefull full that nether side finds out.
The tragic story of two kidnapped children.
Rogan was the normal guy who loved to read manga and escape into a fantasy at his home. Yet now he's somehow transported into a world where his fantasies actually come true. Demons roam the lands and his first meeting is with the Lord of Marrow. A man name Lucian Everbelt Frosten. What awaits...
By Classical Butterfly
I wrote this poem for my school's annual day function as the topic was "Women empowerment" ..In this poem I have mentioned about the different profession in which women has left their footprints for others to follow..and I have also mentioned about those who are dominated by men even today in...
Poetry | Updated Aug 9, 2012 | Reads: 4607 | Comments: 4 | Likes: 8
The new age is brought about through war and genocide, bringing about the elevation of one gender and the diminishment of another. The First Empress is ruthless, eradicating all stains of the past to bring about her vision of utopia.
Only one person stands in her way.
5-Saffron-N-Dakota is a machine that once embodied the traits of humanity, brought out of stasis to fulfill one final mission. Will he succeed? And what will the price of his success be?
The Bureau of Parity ensures and enforces equality, but at what price? And who is willing to sacrifice everything to bring about its demise?
I wrote this after we finished reading this book in my class.
By Louie B Mandez
A better view on the inside characters of 'Loving Selena'.
By Bill Rayburn
Thoughts on a favorite female body part...
Article | Updated Jul 20, 2012 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 2
This is a short essay on why most males have given up on their leadership roles, in the household.
By Diana Christina
Our detritus is our design.
A short poem about the wee small hours.