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SOPHIA AND HER WANTING SEX WITH BENEDICT IN 1969.
Poetry | Updated Jan 7, 2014 | Reads: 26 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
A BOY AND GIRL BY AN OLD POND WITH THOUGHTS OF LOVE AND LIFE
Poetry | Updated Jan 5, 2014 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Cheska is a simple girl living in the Mortal world. But it's not quite she has expected because she is now 900 years old and still she is a teenage girl. Is she really a human? or an Immortal person?
Then, a man with a robe seeks for her and tell her that the kingdom of Werewolves are looking...
Mason is like you and I. He had simple worries about homework and friends, as a boy of his age should! Ha, looking back, that was easy. He's got quite a few more since them days... The people who stuck by him where his Dad and Brother. What happens if they left him? What happens if they where...
Just an old poem I wrote for fun.
Poetry | Updated Jan 2, 2014 | Reads: 4 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
I wrote this story when I was in my senior year in high school about two years ago. Read it and you'll know what it's all about. I promise it's really cute.
Short Story | Updated Dec 30, 2013 | Reads: 19 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
An old man goes on a jourey with his hope.
Short Story | Updated Dec 30, 2013 | Reads: 10 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 5
It's the holidays. They always compel you to reminisce. :-/
A yellowish brown paper
Hide in the page of an old book
Poetry | Updated Dec 21, 2013 | Reads: 12 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 2
taken from my book, "Taking Our Sweet Little Time"
By Ms Ny
This is a poem about a house that has a evil ghost swearing revenge on the people who betrayed her and got her killed.
Poetry | Updated Dec 16, 2013 | Reads: 13 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Elton Camp
He saw the man he used to be
Novel | Updated Dec 15, 2013 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Elton Camp
Time crept in with tiny baby steps
Poetry | Updated Dec 15, 2013 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Jack Angus Golightly
For North Shields locals, or simply anyone in a Town with its quirks.
By Skeptic Windego
This was a poem I wrote to a very close friend of mine at the end of a school year. It is to her honor that this poem is written, it is dedicated to her and for her.