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A YOUTH AND A WOMAN AT A FACTORY OFFICE IN 1968
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expressway for Slaughtering Steps.
Orange Juice spiked
nails me with rusted
Toasted or Frozen, Blood
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Eve awoke to a room full of sunlight. A fresh morning breeze lifted the muslin curtain then dropped it playfully as it rippled through the material. She had slept well and yet she felt as if she could lie there all day. The past few days had been emotionally draining and trying to replace the...
Haiku about a soldier's miserable life, joining the military to give his life away.
Children must fight to death to survive. 30 children only one group can survive. seen through different eyes
By Ivy N
The beginning of this story line is based 6 months after the prologue. There are two main characters Susan and Alistair. Susan has left behind her old life and is getting ready to attend the highly esteemed St Davids School for the very rich and very smart. Susan falls into the latter category...
Hi This is a poem I had written about while observing crows,while waiting for my daughter outside of her school.
Poetry | Updated Apr 3, 2012 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
This is another short story i wrote when i saw a picture of Key from SHINee so you could say i based it on him but its really about a young boy, who has just reached fame and is at his first big concert.
By Don George
The third installment of euphemisms? Aphorisms; I was close.
By Cosmic Crow
A poem of death decided by the elite, this poem take a look at both sides, and the hypocrisy in todays society. We all turn a blind eye at times.
recollections of a past life to grasp the challenging realities of life
Poetry | Updated Dec 13, 2011 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
By Joy Evans
This is a descriptive paragraph that I wrote for a project in my writer's craft class this year.
I have no money and it makes me sad...