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Stairways are sometimes hard to build, especially when on hold.
Poetry | Updated Dec 27, 2008 | Reads: 9 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 4
Part 2 of my epic tale of two bounty hunter sisters. An absolute random story that i wrote for myself and never really meant to show anyone but my friends.
Try and read Part 1 'Kick Ass Maidens Who Are Bounty Hunters' first
This Part 2 is a lot darker and more detailed as i have spent longer on...
The motivation behind this is a place that does not exist anymore.
Poetry | Updated Nov 13, 2008 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 3 | Likes: 4
The last part. Enjoy!
The second part.
Enjoy the story!
By To The World A Black Balloon
Another brick in the living shadow All inhale the downward spiral
am I insane?
I know a lot of ppl have been wondering when I am going to post part 2 of pen or pencil. While I am sorry to say that I am posting it but only half today. Next time I will post the other half.
Ps. Please enjoy
Short Story | Updated Jun 26, 2008 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Sam Halfpenny
Part two of 'King of the Carrot Flowers'
The games become more and more deadly as more people are brought in to play by Gideon.
Short Story | Updated Jan 14, 2008 | Reads: 10 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 2
This was a class assignment to write about a poem about a body part, and this is what I wrote.
This is the second part of a Definitive Essay on how some foreign nationalists plan to takeover three cities in Orange County, CA.
Your tender words
Your tender touch
Your tender look
Makes me blush
Through thick and thin
Through happiness and bliss
Through pain and shame
To death do we part
I am with you
You are with me
Forever together we shall be
By Lane Zegular
AN ALLEGORY OF A CHRISTIAN PILGRIM WHO IS BEGINNING HIS SPIRITUAL JOURNEY ALONG WITH HIS BEAUTIFUL LOVELY SINGING WIFE...
By Struggling Heart
My Li'l Black Box
There is a secret home I go
only where pain won't roam
it's called my li'l black box
where my past can't call home
Life I've known
without a home
I will always roam
my li'l black box I call home
'Til my boys come home
then will I lock my li'l black box
I called home