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its about nature and how one grows with it
Book | Updated Oct 16, 2013 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
The worth of any image does not strike immediately. Itâ€™s only when you look at them consciously during different time period, the images unfold their true worth. Thatâ€™s one of the reasons I am posting few more images for my readers, who have a perfect mind to honour a striking image.
Rated 'R' and 'M' for mature. This is the novel version of 'Wake of Advent'. In addition to being a thriller, this is also 'science fiction' and 'horror'.
Sometimes strange phenomenons happen that cannot be explained. This story explains the effect of these strange events.
I wrote this in limited time in 7th grade. I realize now that there may be errors, but to maintain its originality I chose not to change it. Hope you enjoy!
Poetry | Updated Oct 13, 2013 | Reads: 7 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 2
A metaphorical poem about a leaf. What's the real meaning to you?
Poetry | Updated Oct 13, 2013 | Reads: 15 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Who lowers your shoulders by simply being there?
Ruby Kitterton has moved to the highlands of Scotland with her mum and her mum's boyfriend. The have moved to a large house in a rural area, this lets Ruby roam the hills round about, she loves to draw the natural beauty that lies there. But one day she accidently wittnesses something she was...
By Stranger In The Corner
a contest entry for a contest I found here: http://www.booksie.com/fantasy/miscellaneous/wendy_lane/competition-(yayoriginal)
A different take on the philosophical question about when a tree falls in the forest.
Kind of fun with the crime aspect.
By J E Hunter
If you don't enjoy rain, this poem will give you reason to.
An exercise in seeing the point of view of the opposite sex.
A group of children set a ship into a river brought by the rain
Poetry | Updated Oct 2, 2013 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Many of us all have our own experiences with the clouds, that is when we take time to look up :)
What came first? Real Intelligence or Artificial? This poem describes what all comes with the artificial stamp on life. Hope you enjoy.
By Christian Orellana
This is the (unedited) poem my Father wrote and helplessly read at my Brother and Mothers funeral, when life finally caught up to them... way too soon.
My Dad believed in the beauty of freedom. Therefore, he longs to join them in the next life.
R.I.P Mum and Little Brother :'(
Soon we will...