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Moon is a 16 year old girl struggling with every day problems. Her dairy take us through her life's struggles; from dealing with her own demons to dealing with school and peer problems. she also deals with home and family problems.
My childhood trauma consisting of abuse both physically and psychologically and my molestation at the age of 5 and how these events shaped me into the person I am today. How I have dealt with these issues by both good and incompetent Doctors who are too often praised as Gods, but as I have found...
My personal story of my childhood abuse, neglect and molestation by my Uncle and how that shaped me into the person I am today. How the molestation forever changed a five or six year old into a homosexual later in life. The negativity that arose as a result and all the pain that accompanied...
Just saying it how it is.
everything gets better
Raised by a narcissistic mother
Short Story | Updated Jun 27, 2014 | Reads: 52 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
A very traumatic day.
A story about a big sister, who would move mountains to make her little brother happy, while dealing with parents who didn't really care.
John and James are two brothers who are all they have in the world. But when social services threaten to tear them apart, they must find a way to stay together and just maybe find a new family at the end of it all.
While working at a mental institution, I met a lot of people who deserved the chance to be heard-My aim is to give a voice to one lady in particular. Along with mental illness and a mild intellectual disability, she has suffered from abuse for her entire life. This is HER story, but in a way, it...
Once it has been sent, it can never be removed
By Mr Watson
How weeds take over and neglect sets in.
Poetry | Updated Apr 5, 2014 | Reads: 25 | Comments: 5 | Likes: 9
Mia has the worst job in the world, until a knight in shining armor comes and rescues her from it, and her old life...
By Kat O Connor
A tragic story about a summers day at the beach gone wrong due to selfish decisions and too much alcohol.
By Bill Schultz
A poem about inaction, specifically in regard to those you're infatuated with.
I don't usually write poetry. I haven't in years. I wouldn't call this a poem. I would call this verbal vomit that I couldn't help but to write down. I did no...