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By Lydia Jackson Reid
Kind of monologue of a woman who misused her life.
Short Story | Updated Oct 29, 2013 | Reads: 77 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 3
By Sheryl Letzgus Mcginnis
This essay deals with becoming an older woman in our youth-obsessed society and all the trials and tribulations that go along with it. It is told in a humorous but poignant vein and could be a cautionary tale for those younger readers.
Essay | Updated Oct 27, 2013 | Reads: 230 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
By Venour Clarke
Three squirrels ask a question and go to the Old Owl for an answer.
Short Story | Updated Oct 26, 2013 | Reads: 28 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Venour Clarke
An old man on a bus in Bangkok sits and thinks.
Short Story | Updated Oct 26, 2013 | Reads: 9 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Allen Ryder is a girl with many secrets. No one can guess where she's been and where she will go. Not even her best friend. When two worlds collide, Allen's life is rocked...
This is meant to be a jazz song,but I could only write the lyrics,if someone wants to make it into a real song please send me an email before doing so.
This is my newest poem for Halloween, I hope you enjoy.
A guys pov on a new roommate that falls in love with him
By Elton Camp
Miss Prunella makes a mistake
Poetry | Updated Oct 20, 2013 | Reads: 19 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 2
One day, I just started pondering about life and death. Unfortunately, I wrote my thoughts down on this poem. Enjoy...
By Skylar Youth
Peeta, despondent at the thought of spending his days in the Brotherhood goes in search of adventure and finds more than he bargained for.
An old friend reappears in Samuel's life at just the right time.
Short Story | Updated Oct 16, 2013 | Reads: 68 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Miri Fern
"Mr. Triponov straightened, and raised the hose, rinsing off the soap. Just as he lifted his arm, he felt a strange sensation--the hairs on the back of his neck prickled, and he felt as though he were being watched. His expression carefully unchanged, he looked to his left.
On top of the stone...
Every day we discover things about ourselves...how we perceive it is the question.