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Article | Updated Feb 16, 2009 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
fanasty based on forrest creatures
Sienna thought she was living an average everyday life, well normal for an eighteen year old single mother. Then one day, she finds out that her baby has been kidnapped. She asks for governemnt assistance, but they seem to be no help, and Sienna's patience is running short. Even when her child...
Short Story | Updated Feb 15, 2009 | Reads: 7 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 8
Hope is an average twenty year old-who got pregnant at age 16. Hope is the single mother of a beautiful girl named Sophia. Her job is perfect, she found a boyfriend, and Sophia is her light. But what happens when one day when somebody kidnapps Sophia...someone Hope has never seen since the day...
One of the many problems of childhood. Fortunately, I had an understanding and loving mother who saw me through it.
This is a short true story about some friends working in the woods when Mother Nature calls LOUDLY for one of them.
Short Story | Updated Feb 7, 2009 | Reads: 7 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
WILL NOT BE UPDATING QUICKLY ON THIS. NOT A REAL NOVEL.
This is a story of a girl. It's not written like a normal story...but rather in poems. But it doesn't rhyme!
The purpose of this essay is to challenge its primary target group, the fundamentalist, conservative side of Christianity. The challenge is to give strong consideration to use RTP when dealing with disruptive behavior because RTP is biblically based. Those operating outside the target group...
A few Haikus written a long time ago.
This is for my mother and for what I did and how she will not forgive me.
Poetry | Updated Jan 21, 2009 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 3 | Likes: 1
Rhyming poem. PERFECT for Mothers' Day!
By Moon Child
"My mother looked in my eyes with a fear that made my spine shake and my eyes water. She said in a low and terrified voice: â€œGo in and seeâ€..."
Lock has never known anything but the cold, gray cement walls of a cell that, for fifteen years, she has called home. She sits on her rusted metal cot, one of two pieces of furnature in the Room, and stares at the wall, imagining her window, colour, plants, life, relief.