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Ever been accused of something that wasn't your fault. One minute experience I had as a child is what is going to be told andI was going to get my justice
By Kevin Rottweiler
a poem about a puppy
Poetry | Updated Dec 7, 2013 | Reads: 7 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Myghehael J
Just me, trying out a series of free verses.
Poetry | Updated Dec 2, 2013 | Reads: 4 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 0
We will never design machines as beautiful as the trees.
By Mentis Cibum
An evil mastermind makes his victim understand his reasoning behind his murder.
By Bear Sandwich
Lilly got engaged to Dylan when they were both four. No one thought it would last through first grade. They were wrong. Not only did they last, but they lasted up until sophomore year. that's when everything got complicated
Short Story | Updated Jul 27, 2013 | Reads: 81 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Nia Carter
Female Italy and female Russia OCs of the author and I both have a soft spot for a certain blonde-haired man, but neither of them are getting very far... or so they think. Collab with islandwriter.
An educational essay about animal cruelty.
Essay | Updated Feb 11, 2013 | Reads: 48 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
inside of a teenage boy head.
In this world Dogs can speak to humans and Vice-Versa.
Short Story | Updated Jan 21, 2013 | Reads: 15 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
Just a little poem I wrote in ten minutes about my dog and all other dogs really.
She loves Sundays. But one requirement will make her Favorite Day very tiresome.Can she ever love her Sundays again?
Short Story | Updated Jan 16, 2013 | Reads: 91 | Comments: 6 | Likes: 5
Here is a short story I wrote as an english project. The whole thing is filled with symbolism. I am writing about a dark time in my life. I am the stray dog, the storm represents the events that were taking place at the time, and the mysterious man represents my boyfriend of the time. Please...
By Maryellen Wagener
A girl suffering with an eating disorder finds herself a little friend who is starved unwilling. The two help each other heal.
By Ayla Daniels
How can I live with myself?