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Random First Lines:A pome writen by me and its the way that I feel and think. As A homeless person and someone that lost everything. » Read
It is probably a good idea to note now that no one should ever come out of the closet during dinner, which is exactly what happened that day. No one saw it coming to be sure, least of all me. I felt something was brewing but couldnâ€™t quite put my finger on it. As hostess I was just too...
By Amelia Marie
Having fallen for his team's biggest rival pitcher,Jack is having trouble focusing on winning the game when he has so much riding on it...like a deal they made that Jack realizes he can't keep.
Short Story | Updated Nov 22, 2014 | Reads: 68 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
when you are gone you somehow make me feel so small
Suffering the after effects of failed banks and a forced financial bail-out, modern day Ireland can be a tough environment in which to survive. (Feedback welcome first ever submission)
Short Story | Updated Nov 18, 2014 | Reads: 7 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By None Of These Demons
I admit it. I never wanted to publish this book or make it available to a wide audience. I was scared. I wrote this book for one person: My friend. Bonnie had three kids, was unemployed, and was possessed by devils. It hurt me to see her suffer. I knew her life could be different if she knew...
Book | Updated Nov 12, 2014 | Reads: 4 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Shannon Archer
When friends turn against you and ditch you leaving you on your own, or you move to another area and have no friends.
Poetry | Updated Oct 26, 2014 | Reads: 10 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 2
I haven't written in a long while now... So excuse me if I'm a little rusty. Comments and criticisms are greatly appreciated :D Please feel free to leave a comment on what you think and how I can improve. Thank you :)
By Autumn Soul
What if a written word could actively talk to you, as you read through it?
Poetry | Updated Oct 12, 2014 | Reads: 6 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Why would one withdraw from college after just six weeks? See life through someone who refuses to wait.
All I need is one last chance
I need her in my life
A poem about a girl with many faces.
By Bear Sandwich
I wrote this about my overactive imagination. Ariel is actually a person from my childhood.
for so long i have been sad and lonely