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By Evangelina Samuell
There are many types of love, and for each love, there is a color. Here are some of the basics.
By Wily Geist
My little town has a certain weirdness of creating B-list or maybe D-list famous people. The town itself is known to be a great place to raise kids, blah, blah, blah. Personally, I believe that to be marketing,as my little block has a person on death-row and guy arrested and in prison for...
A poem about booksie comments. Tell me that you don't feel this way everytime you click the orange box, tell me!
Poetry | Updated Oct 15, 2014 | Reads: 4 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
Once a year there is a season.. that gives reason to the Orange Gourd we call the Pumpkin.. better known as the " Majority Call ".
Mother Nature enters nurturing the world with colours of splendor this is known as Autumn..
"Orange. Nothing rhymes with orange." I see that statement as a challenge. This is a poem I wrote about the color orange and how it inspires thoughts radiating from the deepest depths of your creative reserves.
This story is about a gentleman who was falsely accused, arrested, and placed in jail.
By Jennifer Brighton
I don't remember much afterwards... just the hollow feeling, driving in the darkness and the sickly glow of that fiery, orange light.
By The Merrimack
Mighty Xavier protects his people.
Short Story | Updated Mar 22, 2014 | Reads: 29 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
The Narrator describes the nature of his occupation; how he studies the feeble-minded humans.
A girl's afternoons changes with one incident.
Short Story | Updated Feb 16, 2014 | Reads: 21 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
A surprise birthday party on Halloween.
For FrootLoops' Halloween Horror Contest.
By Angie Blake
It's a short light hearted story of my rather frisky cat I have at home. We call him the Great Orange Hunter. If you love animals I think you will enjoy this one!
expressway for Slaughtering Steps.
Orange Juice spiked
nails me with rusted
Toasted or Frozen, Blood