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Brielle Woods is an Average girl, the one where the school corners becomes her home or the library is her best friend. Zane Wesley is a lover of every game that's played, even the ones with females...until he can no longer hold back. She belongs to him and he can't deny the draw that he has to...
So basically, this is a story that I'm working on, not sure if it'll go anywhere, let me know what you think!
By Prusela Bhowmick
When you sit alone, you sit with your past....
Everyone has a certain person at some period of their life who guides them on the right path. Whether the circumstances are negative or postive, that person is always there.
In my life, out of the many precious people in my life, my mother is that person.
She helped me become who I am.
Melinda Jacobson was a 15 year old girl that had everything. She was the volleyball team star. Until one day after a party she was drunk. She was walking in a atrocious neighborhood, she didn't even know where she was or how to get home. She fell asleep on a bench and woke up tied up to some...
Something isn't right with the women in Aaron's family.
It's a passion. It's an obsession. It's a fetish of pure dementia.
A small tale of one young man's struggle to cope with his mother's most unholy and insane fascinations.
Can high school get more worse?
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By Sabareesh Narayanan
poem : about the only lady who stood with you..
about her love and pain
I remember my mother's prayers and they have always followed me. They have clung to me all my life. ~Abraham Lincoln
Poetry | Updated May 10, 2013 | Reads: 11 | Comments: 3 | Likes: 7
A poem using a metaphor. Mom and books.
Poetry | Updated Apr 27, 2013 | Reads: 6 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Just a poem. Speak is me and my mom is the target.
Poetry | Updated Apr 26, 2013 | Reads: 12 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
A poem about the fall
Sometimes, I really just want to get up and leave. I want someone to just help me forget!
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