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By Alena Adams
Thoughts on universal energy, human energy, human biofield, time, our connection to the Universe and God.
Eve awoke to a room full of sunlight. A fresh morning breeze lifted the muslin curtain then dropped it playfully as it rippled through the material. She had slept well and yet she felt as if she could lie there all day. The past few days had been emotionally draining and trying to replace the...
Arabella stared a rebellion on accident and became their leader, when see save her bf from death. But she is also the adopted daughter of most their most hated enemy. She has to becarefull full that nether side finds out.
By Willow Brook
This was a person i knew who was trying to give up smoking marijuana, and in Australia when rolled up as a smoke is called a Joint.
By Steven Cooke
Course fishing is what we did as family. Today i fish for money, as do many South Yorkshire anglers.It is in our blood, and it is a gift handed down from father to son and even girls. Team england are World champions at Angling and many of them come from South Yorkshire.
taken from my book, "If Zero Isn't A Number, Then 'Who Am I?'"
I couldn't even for this into poetry. Deictaed to Amy; who broke up with me 5/6/10
Sometimes its very hard to see signs of a marriage that has gone wrong and your the last to know you never see the signs of it and when it hits you your world falls apart right before your eyes. This is a short story about my life and the Happiness I had and I heartach I now have in my Life.
Ever wonder who will be at your funeral?
Poetry | Updated Mar 3, 2009 | Reads: 8 | Comments: 5 | Likes: 7
Me and how I got my fear of tractors.
Sable Riverwend and her twin brother Jett have been through hell and back. Twice. And they're not done yet. They're facing their most dangerous foe yet, the god-like Arachnid bent on the total destruction of the Immorals. The reward balances out the risk, however. Or it will if they survive the...
Standing in line, for hours it seems,
I anticipate my turn, to tell him my dreams.
By Glenda Vautrin
terror, horror, young
Poetry | Updated Mar 22, 2007 | Reads: 9 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1