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This is a poem that I create based of imagination about the nature . Please give me feedback so I can write a better one in the future . Happy reading !! :)
Poetry | Updated May 20, 2014 | Reads: 11 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 2
The suns rays rose above the glassy reflection of the frost covered mountains in a clean icy disk and cast glistening shadows across the densely wooded forest. I gazed out across the valley with keen eyes and smiled as I sucked up the sweet mountain breeze. I began my steep descent to the lake...
Short Story | Updated May 19, 2014 | Reads: 79 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Fabiola sees a butterfly in the countryside:) Enjoy!
The simple joy of flowers in nature.
Poetry | Updated May 19, 2014 | Reads: 7 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 2
The story of a young mans first experience and how he changes growing up.
By Noand Hegask
What lies behind the falling rain and hail when sprinc comes
My father passed away last July. He left his cocoon and now flies free. I write because it was his passion.
Poetry | Updated May 17, 2014 | Reads: 4 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Sacha Mbika
Some new added material.
When you are naturally committed for the good cause the whole of universal might will be there for you and your good life. Lets make it bright and wake up each time when you close your eyes.
My vision through all my poems have been to envelop the need in you to vehicle your dreams beyond the sky limits. I have provided words of inspirations as the story in the words. Let you perceive timely full time needs that matter in your life and benefit in life ahead. To get away without...
By Grace Masson
A poem that I wrote doesn't really have any story to it really.
Poetry | Updated May 9, 2014 | Reads: 8 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 0
The story is about Dasan, who experiences the loss of his family, after two killers murdered every one he ever truly loved. He tries to cope with the loss, but can't get over the feeling of guilt.
By Janet Wilson1
HopALong was a small creature, my children & I saw in Florida on a early morning walk to their school.
True fiction, meaning, the creature is real; it gave birth for the idea to writing the story. The book is based on nature, the excitement and change HopAlong brought about in the life of a boy,...
A friend of mine breathed his last breath the other day when a strong wind hit my hometown. I wrote him, her, this. Enjoy
By Codename A
A haiku about nature.
Poetry | Updated May 3, 2014 | Reads: 4 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0