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Saturday, December 7, 2013
Of a Feather
Anyone who reads this book that also suffers from ornithophobia will probably not want to leave... » Read
By Cory Cortez
A short story about me and my writer buddy, and our drunken discoveries into what it means to be a writer.
Criticism/feedback is always welcome, but mainly, I hope you at least just enjoy reading it! :D
By Cory Cortez
A sloppy short story of mine. It's a little abstract. I think it still needs a bit of polish and such. Let me know what you guys think, and above all, please enjoy! :D
Here's an introduction that I'm unsure about keeping:
This is a bitterly persistent rage, my tongue flexing itself as my lips...
By Ina Mcfarmers
Feelings , emotions & understanding .
Some people ask why we write, and this says it all for me.
Miscellaneous | Updated Feb 8, 2013 | Reads: 29 | Comments: 5 | Likes: 5
This is an acrostic poem I wrote for my pen pal and Friend Brandy :)
By Brooke Chicoine
I compiled all the notes I sent to my pen pal in Egypt so I will always remember her. I have such a great chance to learn about such a unique country and I've been fascinated with Ancient Egypt ever since I can remember.
I wrote this poem questioning my ability to write.
Poetry | Updated Dec 9, 2012 | Reads: 6 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 2
I have this orgasm, call it a disease, for writing; that's ever with me...i cant control it neither control myself anymore...i will ejaculate and make my babie Paper twice pregnant of ink lol
Poetry | Updated Dec 4, 2012 | Reads: 11 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
As I said in my bio, I wrote this on a whim. I wanted to melt hearts. So I hope to whoever reads this your heart will indeed be melted<3
this is going to be a part of a poem anthology im going to work on called;
By Slectra Plectus
Poem about my artist love
Poetry | Updated Oct 4, 2012 | Reads: 14 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
Poetry | Updated Sep 27, 2012 | Reads: 6 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
I could never phrase exactly what I feel, but this comes close to what I mean when I say, "I love you".
A sensory writing piece about a man I encounter on the bus.
The song lyrics used are from Frank Sinatra`s I've Got You Under My Skin
Miscellaneous | Updated Sep 15, 2012 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
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...