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When the moody blues days come, all I can do is write.
Eric, ignoring Hopkin's advice, goes to Sarah's home.
Short Story | Updated Jun 11, 2015 | Reads: 23 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 2
By Ryan Valentine
Kimberly is your guide through a dark and twisted life of a little girl who never asked for what she got and who never wanted it. First the reason and then the pursuit. She will never forget.
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.
Just saying it how it is.
everything gets better
Raised by a narcissistic mother
Short Story | Updated Jun 27, 2014 | Reads: 53 | 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: 5 | Comments: 6 | Likes: 10
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 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...