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Katie Piper was a beautiful young girl whose life revolved around her looks. She was a television presenter, modelled and dreamed of a life in the media. But her boyfriend Danny Lynch changed all of that, when he got Stefan Sylvestre to hurl acid into Katie's face.
This is a true story and...
Poetry | Updated Jan 5, 2010 | Reads: 48 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 4
Sam Davis is unaware that he is the prophecised ruler of a power that can destroy the three worlds of the mortals, median and wizards.
with the help of Piper a troublesome flirt can Sam overcome the evil working against him and maybe even love?
By Midnight Rose
I wrote this story for my beautiful darling daughter Adriana Cristina. she is an avid fan of Charmed , the television series of witches. She begged me to put her in a story and publish it on Booksie. This is for her my dear Adriana... Hope you like it.
A woman ponders the reason behind a failed relationship.
Two families converge when a shocking secret is discovered.
Story is about children who are awakened by a shocking secret that they discover about the house next door.
Note: This is a novella excerpt.
Essay is about childhood experiences that shaped the person that I was becoming.
Essay is about the sometimes painful experiences of growing up.
A horrific car crash leaves young Piper as the only survivor, alone in the world, and more questions than answers.
By Scribblings Of A Middle Aged Mad Man
Come on you raver, you see-er of visions,
come on you painter, you piper, you prisoner, and shine!
Piper, a walking distaster, is on a trip to the local museum with the rest of her class--including her best friend Riley.
Instead of simply escaping the place, they end up in a whole mess of things.
I guess it could be a short story in a way, but it could be a poem in another. Beware of not the piper, but the person who pays him. Any idiot can kill people. ha ha.
Poetry | Updated Jun 17, 2007 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
The ashes have scattered across my terrain of falsified life, and I slowly sink as the souls that I carried fall back to the ground, back to their bodies, back to life, and I continue to fall, invisible to your eyes, back to hell.
Upon my bed I close my eyes and sleep, cursed to sleep for a...
Short Story | Updated Nov 29, 2006 | Reads: 16 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1