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Moments are always important. And we must always seized them. An important moment for both a boy and a girl.
A poem about life presented in a different life
By Vicki Cornell
Just random moments of time, either real to my life or made up. Welcome to glimpse of my life (well, for the ones that are my life)!
Social media was made for us to connect with others such as friends and family. But it has now been use to share every single bit of our lives: good and bad, big and tiny. With social media, people are revealing so much about themselves to people they never met. There is no privacy anymore. This...
By Arabella Grace
Everybody has their moments. The moments we want to last forever. The moments we wish we could re-live until we memorized every detail from the clothes were wearing to the tint of each flower petal. But it doesn't work like that. We get one shot to do it right, to get everything perfect, to get...
From a writing challenge: To take something insignificant, and make it bigger than it is.
Quality Time spent by two people in love.
Short Story | Updated Jul 12, 2014 | Reads: 70 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
Various times this has occur, but I am the only one who pays attention to it.
This kinda suck but i was in a rush... anyways this is a cliche gay or lesbian story which is when a girl falls in love with her best friend
just moments...enjoy them
This is a short story I submitted for a competion on write4fun and i liked it so much i had to share it with you all!!!
Right it is about a young girl with a illness which is taking her life, so in her last moments she writes her mother a letter.
The story of how a shy girl and a popular boy met.
Life can be monotonous, yet we all have those little moments that help us get through to our next triumph.
By Silently In The Night
You might expect me to say, I wish he will remember me as I was before... But no, I wish he remembers me as I was then, as I was before and as I will forever be. I hope he remembers the sunlight on my freckles, the water splashing on on my toes, the tears on my face, the anger in my brow, the...
Short Story | Updated Jan 29, 2014 | Reads: 73 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1