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Random First Lines:Have you ever wanted to visit China on your own? Follow along with Michael Faris as he takes the plunge into a wonderful discovery of the world's... » Read
For the land I came from.
This is the worlds shortest horror story by my opinion. Like, Comment And Fan. I have more stuff coming up.
Robots and humans. Two different races. So different they haven't got a chance to ever understand each other. The crack that never closes.
By Frenzee Da Rebel
How could I forget the Children of Adam
I was having this sort of existential crisis at half past midnight, and I was ranting off to a friend who just wanted to watch Glee. Poor guy. So anyway, I decided to write a short story about it; however, after the first few lines, this all just came out of my mind. I didn't even realize I...
Iris 2958 is a cog in a corporate machine. Part of a genetically-inferior class known as the 'Bases', Iris and her kind are exploited by the all-encompassing Tribe Corporation. After a chance encounter with a seemingly deranged young man, she finds herself cast out of the futuristic society she...
This is a creative exam which I really liked, so I'm posting the story.
For those of you who read on and enjoy, you might be pleased to know that I got 100%.
Short Story | Updated Jul 26, 2012 | Reads: 5 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
By Lj Walker
A poem of my opinion on how those who live in oppressed countries want to be able to be free. Who want to feel the same happiness as the people who live in countries that don't face the same horrors they do, without having to leave their homes.
This also explains how they feel about the fact...
By Js Lambert
A passionate piece dedicated to those who fight for what they believe in.
Please read- the life of a nothing part two.
Muslims are Terrorist, and Women in Islam are Oppressed; these are the two stereotypes I would like to cover. I hope you guys like it and learn something from it. If you have any questions, please let me know and I will try my best to answer them.
Looking into and posing some thoughts and questions concerning the nature of 'abuse' Do we actually 'recognise it'..........?