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By Stella Dawn
To all Moms out there, maybe you should read this. So that you wouldn't rely so much on your daughter...ever...again...
Okay, just to let you know that the first italic part is the daughter's point of view.
The second part is the Mom's point of view. And lastly, it's best friend's point of...
By Jessica Night
This is the second of three paragraphs for English class.
Miscellaneous | Updated Nov 1, 2013 | Reads: 5 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
The whole poem is complete nonsense, it just rhymes, and within the poem itself it states its purpose...Here's my defense: ...
This is something I wrote when I was a tad bit younger. I felt like it was good and I hope that you can enjoy it!
No one listens anymore
Inspired by a true story,saw in oprah show,just wanted to tell that we are what our childhood is.
Short Story | Updated Oct 19, 2013 | Reads: 24 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
By Elton Camp
At that hour, a remarkable transformation may occur
Poetry | Updated Oct 18, 2013 | Reads: 9 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
My summary for my poem it's I cook when I have nine years ago my mom show mexican food I love my mom and my first plate it's Arroz Rojo.
Poetry | Updated Oct 7, 2013 | Reads: 29 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 1
By Nutty Pixi
The Anti-Soccer Mom isn't afraid to tell all. Flipping off the PTA, running through the store dressed as wonder woman for Tampons, Jen Philips has done it all. If it can go wrong and it involved children, Jen has done it with flair, someday she will figure out why there is Jelly on the living...
By Ted Gerard
It is good to know when dealing with Quantum Multi-versal Mechanics that one can be both singular and infinite. So the sunflower fields is a metaphor for a person's soul. It is this energy of belief that is used to power the God Machine.
Um it is about my mom in a way
Short Story | Updated Sep 6, 2013 | Reads: 51 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 2
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By Lyn Withers
Being forgotten and not cared for can leave it's marks.
Jessa and her mom are finally getting their life back together after their dad left them. Will a murderer on the loose change it all?
By Lee Foreman
This is a poem that I wrote dedicated to my mom. Inspired by my grandmothers greeting of peace...(My grandmother would always greet us with 'PEACE' and we would reply back with 'GRACE')