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I was insipired to write this poem after i saw a movie about a killer who is remorseful about his murders. This is a poem that i think would describe accurately how someone would feel if they were in his position.
What love means to me.
By John Marie
Grace Sanders isn't your normal type of girl. She isn't into pop or rap and absolutely HATES the new age in music. Her mom is a stuck up, selfish rich woman and her sister is exactly like her mother, causing Grace to be rebellious and outgoing. Missing the "Nirvana Days" and being influenced by...
This is my first piece of poetry, so tell me what you think, comments are welcome.
â€œGo and play boy. You seem to have missed playing in the mountains for a long time!!â€â€”-Saris is a mountain boy who loves the mountains and spends his time, guiding people to the mountain top. One day he receives a packet of balloons, as a gift for guiding a beautiful lady to...
Short Story | Updated Aug 22, 2010 | Reads: 122 | Comments: 6 | Likes: 15
By Damascena Sunraven
I love mountains, and been happy in several ranges, from the Alsp to the San Gabriews in CA ...but my home hills, those of which I write, are the Alleghenies, from western MD through western Pa and surround Pittsburth.
After experiencing the dream world, Ariadne has been obsessed with it, trying to get in anyway she can. In her dreams though, she has been seeing Cobb, who is still in Limbo. With the rest of the team, will they save Cobb and get him out of Limbo?
I found many heart-tearing stories while on a mission trip in the mountains of Kentucky, and I found god in the strangest places. Never have I been to a place more inviting and beautiful. But behind all beauty is secret pain.
PS- I apologize for not getting on in such a long time; Iâ€™ve...
By Bobby Stevens
This story is meant to serve as a prologue for future installments of the story line
By John Marie
Character Photos for Claire, Jake, Eric, Anne, Claire's dad, Zoey, Bella, and Conner. Enjoy!!!
I've been meaning to express my feelings about the one place i left my heart at long ago. NOW, i finally get to do so :D
This short piece was written as an oral legacy passed on in whispers around a campfire, from the Elders to the children...
This particular piece is set in the Lovecraftian Mythos.
The inspiration for this poem came from my writing about labeling. It is about a young girl explaining the Holocaust from her point of view.
By Austen Brauker
Peacemaking Probation Department in Manistee.